Chapter 10
Malcolm
Several Hours Later
Riley is in her element here in her apartment. From the moment she opened the door and let me in, the energy ricocheting between us is at an all-time high. It’s been hours. I’ve had her at her front door, on her couch, and on the side of her bed. Each time, we barely recover and she informs me that she wants more.
I tell her to get on all fours, and she crawls up the bed, still panting. Climbing between her legs, I find another condom, roll it on, and grasp the back of her neck. Her body tilts to one side so she can look back at me. Her eyes drift down my body, and she bites down on her bottom lip as though she’s checking me out for the first time. I give her ass a quick slap to see how she reacts. Riley is startled, but the hiss she releases from her lips makes it clear that she likes it. I do it again, harder this time. She moans out a plea for more. I deliver three hot, sharp quick slaps in succession. She lowers her head to the pillow near her face and pushes back, nestling her round, full ass around my cock. It pulses and stiffens. I can’t hold out anymore.
Grasping her hips with both hands, it only takes a slight movement for the tip of my cock to make contact with her ass cheeks. I line up with her dripping wet center, moving slowly until my tip touches her opening. Riley reaches a hand back, searching along my pelvis until she reaches my shaft. She palms my cock and guides me along her folds. I line up with her entrance and plunge inside of her in one rough, punishing thrust, just the way we both like it. She cries out, returning her hands to the mattress to support her torso as I withdraw all the way out and drive inside her once more, and again.
Riley arches and lowers her back, changing the angle each time I enter her. If she keeps this up, there is no way I will last for too long. I release her hips. One hand reaches forward and cups her mound to hold her in place. My other hand glides back, covering the top of her ass cheeks. I delve inside of her, and this time, I press one finger into her asshole at the same time. Her muscles tighten, gripping my finger and shaft as she begins to convulse. I don’t stop. Every thrust is faster and more forceful, and soon, she cries out my name, coating my cock with wet heat, taking me with her as she hits another peak. Emptying inside her, I continue to grind and rock my hips. I remove my finger slowly, gripping her pussy for leverage, still reveling in the massage her tremoring channel produces on my shaft.
Riley doesn’t take long to collapse on the bed, pulling me with her. She’s completely spent, but pats the spot on the bed beside her.
“Can I get you a drink?” she asks.
“No. You rest. I’ll grab us some water.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of a coffee.” She moans out a raspy laugh and rolls to her side, facing me. “You’re not done with me yet.”
“I’ll try to keep that in mind when you start articling with legal.”
Riley absently traces her finger down my upper arms. I can’t tell her that even such an innocent touch from her will rev me up again. “Tell me the truth. You made that happen. Am I right?”
“It was my father’s decision, but he may have been more open to my ideas than at other times.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“He’s not always an unreasonable man.”
She grins. “I’ll be the judge of that…unless I don’t last more than a week at Alexander Industries.”
“I’ll make sure you stick. Not to worry. I plan to speak with legal when I get into work tomorrow.”
“Thanks. You’re working on Christmas Eve?”
“Only for a few hours in the morning.”
Her hand moves down my chest and stomach, coming to rest on my dick. “I can’t wait to pay my first visit to your office,” she whispers playfully, causing my cock to throb under her hand.
“Just promise me you’ll do your best not to chain yourself to anything except your cubicle.”
“Only if you agree to rope me to your office chair and hang some strategically-placed mistletoe, cowboy.”
My fucking soulmate, without a doubt.
The End