Page 65 of Playing for Keeps (Checkmate 4)

Grabbing me under the armpits, he yanks me up until I sit on his lap.

I don’t know if his leg hurts. I don’t even know if this’ll work, or if he’ll drop me in a moment, but when his dick touches my core, it sets off a chain reaction of hunger and desperation that I can’t slow.

I wanted this. I wanted him to let me in.

Pushing up onto my knees with a goofy grin and a wildly galloping heart, I fist his cock until he cries out, then I line it up and slam down over him so hard, I feel the tip of his dick touch my belly.

“Jesus! Fuck!” His hands tighten on my hips until I’m positive they’ll bruise, but that only spurs me on. I push his chest until he flops back with anoomph, then I ride his lap and take my pleasure as I grind my clit over his pelvic bone.

It’s like shots of electricity, like maybe what he feels in his leg, but now it’s pleasurable and zings through my blood. My body quivers from my toes to the tips of my ears, and shivers when his strong hands lift me up and slam me down.

He’s always so strong, even after having his world shook to the core, his arms still lift me, his chest is still broad and spreads out ahead of me, and with one foot on the floor, he still times his lifts so he slams up inside me as I slide down his dick.

My shirt is still on, but the buttons are open, my breasts bounce as we continue to slam together, meet in the middle, and start again.

My orgasm is like fire beneath my skin, it races around and scorches my nerve endings, pulses in circles from my heart, through my belly, and down to my toes. Each time it comes around again, it taps my clit and brings me another step closer to the edge.

I want to reach around and touch myself. I want to circle my clit and step over the ledge, but Riley’s strong hands on my hips restrict my movements. I yank on the cuffs, and find ridiculous pleasure in the way the metal bites into my wrist and sends power through my blood. “Riley.” He’s hardly even here. He’s hardly present at all as he continues to slam inside me. “Hey, Riley. Give me your hand.”

“Don’t break it, Dee. Don’t stop in case it breaks again.”

I yank his hand a second time and hiss at the metal biting my wrist bone. “Riley. Let me use my hand.”

“I love you so much, Deedee. I’m so sorry I was mean to you.” He crunches his bottom lip between his teeth and uses my body until I can barely breathe. “I never wanted to hurt you. I can’t hurt someone I love.”

“Riley!” I yank my hand again and dislodge him for the barest second. Reaching between my legs, I slide my fingers over my wildly pulsing clit and cry out. My walls clamp tight around him and my thighs go weak. I touch us where we join, allow his cock to slide along the tips of my fingers, but when his fingers flick over my clit, I explode in his lap.

Falling forward with a cry, I press my forehead to his chest and crush our hands between his stomach and mine. It’s all I can do to weather the storm of the orgasm tearing my body apart. Riley doesn’t stop pushing up inside me. His leg doesn’t stop lifting, his dick doesn’t slow as my body is thrown over the cliff and slammed against the rocks below.

Waves oftoo muchpleasure roll through my body, pulling me to the left, to the right, as my core spasms and milks his thick cock. I can’t breathe, can’t talk, can’t see. I can only lie on his broad chest andfeelhim come inside me. His heart gallops beneath my face, his one unbound hand bruises my skin, and his hip bones slam against mine as he releases weeks of pent up rage and frustration.

It’s almost like the aftermath of a natural disaster; heaving breath, racing hearts, shaking limbs, and a dire uncertainty if the rest of the world survived what happened.

The heavy cuffs dig into my belly and wrist, but I don’t move off him.

His bruising hand is yet to release my body, almost like he’s been frozen this way and can’t let go.

His heart races so hard, it’s a loud thump-thump-thump against my ear.

Stars burst in my eyes; not the cheesyyou just rocked my worldstars, but the kind where my brain went without oxygen twenty seconds too long and left me dizzy. But he did rock my world, and when he starts chuckling, and that chuckle turns to a girly giggle, I establish that I rocked his, too.

Lifting my face off his sweaty chest, I peel my heavy eyes open and study his lips. “Pleased with yourself?”

“You have no fucking clue.” His hand comes down on my ass with a crack so loud, I jump and squeeze his cock. Which results in it growing inside me and pulsing pleasurably. Which results in his eyes turning hungry all over again. “You seriously have no fucking clue, Deedee.” He rolls his hips beneath me and sparks a new wildfire just seconds after the last tore through my body. “Here.” He blindly reaches across the bed until he fists a brownie and shoves half into his mouth. Lifting up until he’s sitting, he slams his mouth against mine and feeds me the delicious cake. “One more, just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.”

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