Page 112 of Ridin’ Dirty

I righted my head, my eyes searching for his, my insides clenching around him at the sight of his heated gaze aimed at me through hooded eyes. I grabbed hold of his bare shoulders and began to move.

It didn’t take long for me to find a rhythm, but as pleasurable as it felt, it seemed I couldn’t get close enough. I thrust my hips harder, longing for the ache between my legs. With a moan, I rode him faster, chasing after something greater than a climax. I wanted him to know—I needed him to feel it—that I was his.

His hands roamed my body even as his eyes stayed locked with mine, bringing me closer to the brink. And then, before I was ready, I was coming.

“Ri—”

It was all I could get out before I was forced to surrender to the bliss of it all. I moaned as my body quaked, unable to thrust a moment more, my eyes sealing shut tight.

“That’s it, baby,” Riley growled as he clapped a hand against my ass cheek. “Come all over your man’s cock.”

My man.

Fuck—but I couldn’t get close enough.

As if he could read my mind, we were up and on the move before I could recover from the impact of my orgasm. With one arm braced around my back, his opposite hand holding tight to my backside, he carried me into the bedroom, taking me straight for the dresser. Relieved of the burden of my weight, he grabbed hold of my legs under my knees and spread me wide. I barely had the chance to brace myself, my hands splayed atop the dresser on either side of us, before he began pounding in and out of me.

This—this was what I longed for.

His brute force making me ache as he claimed me.

“Feel that, angel? Hmm? You feel me hard as stone inside you?”

I nodded, unable to catch my breath enough to offer much more than a whimper.

“The only dick this pussy knows from here on out is mine, Ly. You’re mine.”

When I opened my mouth to agree, rather than the yes that resounded in my mind, a sob of ecstasy rang out as I came again—this one more powerful than I thought I could handle.

I was so lost in my own pleasure, I almost missed his.

Letting go of one of my legs, he smacked his open palm against the wall behind me as he buried himself deep, tucking his face into my neck, his grip around my other knee painfully tight.

I felt him everywhere—everywhere—and I was finally satisfied.

For a minute, neither of us moved as we worked to catch our breath. Riley was the first to disengage. He slipped out of me, evidence of our shared climax soon to follow. He let go of my leg, and I watched him as he slowly swept his fingers through my lips, gathering his release before pushing it back inside me.

No one had ever done that to me before, and it made my stomach clench.

He didn’t say anything as he stared down at our connection point. When he finally looked up at me, he grabbed hold of my face then planted a hard, closed-mouth kiss against my lips.

“She’s gone, baby,” he muttered, his mouth still touching mine.

“What?” I breathed.

My mind trapped in a haze of our own making, I didn’t follow.

“Cherry. She’s gone. For good. Don’t ever want to hear her name again.”

I hardly had the chance to absorb what he was saying before he extracted his fingers from inside of me. He then bent until his shoulder was pressed against my stomach, circled his arm around my back, and hauled me up like a sack of potatoes.

I yelped in surprise and cried, “What are you doing?”

“We’ll shower, then we’ll grub. After that, I’m eatin’ your pussy.”

My man was hungry, he wanted me for dessert, and Cherry was gone. Much as I wanted to know the ins and outs of what that meant, he said what he said loud and clear.

Seeing as I wasn’t a crazy person, I didn’t argue.