Page 58 of UnWholly Angels
He was silent and staring daggers into my soul, and I knew without a doubt I was fucked after tonight. Without an answer,I mean, I really had no choice but to pull my hand away, leaving Riley as nothing more than a panting mess with a slick shaft.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Put your hand back, now.”
“Did any of you hear a please?” My gaze darkened on him, but my hand returned to pumping his shaft. “Because I sure as hell…didn’t. Let’s see how long you can last, Riley. No coming.”
“Fucking cruel woman, you’re done,” he countered. “You’re so fucking done,” Riley threatened in a strangled breath.
Throwing his controller to the side, the game all but forgotten, Riley threw me a challenging glare, and I couldn’t help it any longer. I needed to feel myself around him, to be completely filled. Beads of sweat fell down his forehead as I set a punishing pace, gripping him tightly and making sure my thumb grazed the head of his cock each time.
I smiled as his legs straightened out, running along the plush carpet and feeling his body begin to tremble. My eyes widened, not expecting to see the way his face contorted into a mix of defiance and pleasure. “Should I let him come?” I asked our bystanders.
“Be nice to him, Maya,” Nick chuckled, trying to be the voice of reason. Of course, the others had a plan of their own.
A raspy voice echoed through the speaker. “Straddle him, Maya. I want to hear your hips slam against him,” the voice said. “Make Kingston beg for it.”
“You're going to get her a spanking,” Ethan joked.
“Uhhhh….a bit more than that,” Nick cut in.
“Anymore from you and I’ll kick you from the chat, Nicholas. Now, be a good boy and shut up,” I barked. Riley was nearing the edge again, and I could feel it. Once again, my hand disappeared just as his body tensed. He was completely unraveling over the smallest task.
Well, if I didn’t fulfill the request, it really would be a shame, wouldn't it. Riley’s eyes were glazed over with pure lust, andhe crushed the leather on the couch underneath his fingers. Rising from my place between his legs, I moved myself closer and straddled him. My thighs pressed against his toned legs for support. His hands flew to my waist, and his friends were all but forgotten as my hand reached for his chin, digging into the stubble.
“Ride me…Please, I need it,” he begged. His hands moved lower, gripping the soft flesh of my ass, and I gasped as his finger dug in more, forcing me to start moving over his cock. “I’ll be a good boy,” he pleaded. “I’ll be your favorite.”
Oh no.
They didn’t know what he was doing, but I did from the sarcastic demeanor laced in his voice. I needed to reel it in before the tides turned. Riley growled, a low warning, and I continued to roll my hips, swallowing the moans each time my clit rubbed against his body.
In a quick motion, my hand jerked back, and I tried to wrap my hand around his neck, but he was too fast. One hand gripped my wrist while the other clamped down around my neck, squeezing before I made contact. The only thing I could manage was a choked cry as I struggled for air. The headset started to slip off, and with a devilish grin, he placed it back on my head. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt your show, now would you?” His grin widened, realizing winning this was within reach.
My hardened nipples rubbed along his chest as he pulled me forward, devouring my lips. My head faced the ceiling, trying to allow any air into my screaming lungs. He was so deep, and I couldn’t stop from grinding my hips against him, greedy for anything he was willing to give me.
Welcome to the Party King.
“Are you going to hurt me good, King?” I rasped.
He pulled my ass closer, guiding my body up and down his shaft. "You have no fucking idea," he moaned. I paused, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, lost in him.
"How bad do you want to come?" I’d tried and failed. I may be dominant in some aspects, and maybe it had to do with wanting control in every aspect of my life, but I wanted to submit to Riley because I trusted he would take care of me. My mind might wander, but it was always back to the pleasure that he was giving, the pain I wanted. It was time to stop trying and let King take what he wanted.
"Stop talking and finish what you started,” he moaned.
“Yes, King,” I choked out against his hand. Our sweaty bodies slid against each other rapidly, as he allowed me to ride him with no mercy, taking what I needed and using him in a way where he still maintained the control.
Riley’s cock throbbed against my walls. I knew we were both close, and I caved. His fingers held my waist hostage, moving slowly up my back. My own nails dug into the muscled flesh as I slammed my pussy down to grind on his pelvis. “Please, King,” I whimpered. “May I come?”
I whimpered as one hand left my body, tracing down my abdomen to rub circles over my clit. “Come for me, Maya.”
His eyes never left mine, and with a grin, he pushed me down onto him once more, my pussy clamped around him, and my pulsing walls forced Riley to his own climax. His abdomen tightened each time he bucked under me, and it felt like his hardness would split me open from this angle.
He allowed the waves of pleasure to roll through my body, waiting until I was done convulsing to pull himself out.
Able to climb off, I curled into him and smiled when I felt the warmth of a blanket as it was placed over my shivering body, and a bottle of water was planted next to me.
Riley cleared his throat before speaking. “Next time, say thank you after I allow you to come as violently as you just did.”
My eyes threatened to close, but a moment later, I was wide awake, and my face flushed with heat from a single sentence.
