Page 43 of SINS & Riley
Another smack. Then, his tongue along the back of my neck. “Such a bad, dirty girl. No finger either, I guess. That just leaves one thing…”
He lowers it in front of me. The bishop.
A sculpted piece of stone that, this close up, feels absurdly huge. Ten feet, at least. Or maybe that’s just me.
He scoops it up, and presses it into my wetness. Just a taste, a hint of pressure—enough to send a jolt ripping through my nerves like lightning.
Trembling against the bedspread, my body melts into the sensation.
My head says stop.
My body screams ruin me.
Guess which one I beg for?
“More…” I cry out.
Shameless, obscene, obnoxiously loud—lust in all its glory.
His hand clamps over my mouth.
“Don’t be too loud, Riley,” he warns. “Unless you want the whole damn house to hear you.”
I most definitely do not.
He pumps in, giving it to me so deep, so good. He hits that perfect spot and I’m so close.
I bite into his hand hard enough to taste blood.
His chuckle is dark. “You like that, dirty girl.”
So much, I’m rocking into him, thrusting with each word. “Nope. Not. One. Bit.”
“Shh—” he hushes against my hair. His hand finds its way to my clit.
My legs spread to give him access.
Two more thrusts, maybe three, and that’s all it takes. The orgasm rips through me so hard, a freight train would've hit me softer.
Tender kisses graze my shoulders, trailing down my back as I float back to earth.
It’s a tenderness I wasn’t expecting. I wasn’t prepared for.
With great care, he removes the bishop. Fresh tears streak hot across my cheeks.
For a while, we just stay there. Me, panting, sobbing quietly into the pillow. Him, steady, a wall of warmth and gentle caresses against my skin.
Then, softly, he whispers, “If I let you turn around, will you promise to keep your eyes closed?”
“Yes.” It’s a lie, but I need to see him. I have to look into the eyes of the man who just ruined me for life.
Especially since I haven’t even had his dick.
“Swear on your sister’s life you’ll keep them closed. For ten seconds at least.”
Fine. I can do ten seconds. But not a half-second more. “I swear.”
“Then close your eyes, and count down from ten.”
