“As far as we know,” she replies as she looks around at the corners of the room. “Any cameras?”
I check, too, but I don’t find any kind of monitoring device.
“I think the coast is clear. You better eat all that food—you’re going to need the energy.”
“I believe I’d rather be filled with something else.” She leans back in her chair and looks at me with an innocent smile.
“Would you now?” I can feel my pulse in my dick.
“I think I’d like some dessert.” She touches her fingertips to her parted lips.
“Are you teasing me?” I look at her darkly.
“Perhaps.” She raises her hands above her head to stretch and then runs her hands over the front of the bathrobe, opening it enough to expose part of her chest. She loosens the tie around her waist and runs her hands over her breasts, keeping her gaze on me the whole time.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I say, but she doesn’t heed my warning.
She stands, runs her hands down over her hips, further opening the robe. She’s only wearing pink panties underneath, and she slides her fingers just under the edge.
“Do you know how hard you’re making me?”
“I have to make sure you’re ready,” she says sweetly.
“I’m always ready.”
“I suppose it’s easier to be a man.” She moves her hand a little farther inside her panties. “Women take a little more time for these things.”
I grin at her.
“You’re so fucking wet. I bet you’ve been thinking about it the whole time we’ve been here, just waiting for the right moment, haven’t you?”
“Like you haven’t.”
“Oh, I have. All I have to do is be close enough to smell it on you. You want my dick so bad, you can’t stand it.”
“So what are you waiting for?” She raises an eyebrow, and I spring at her.
Shoving her backward, I pin her to the wall, right next to the couch. I
crush my lips to hers, forcing my tongue inside as I grab the robe and tear it off of her. I reach down and push her hand out of my way, feeling her slick skin and growling into her mouth.
“You’re going to get fucked now,” I tell her.
Grabbing both her arms, I spin her around and push her forward over the arm of the couch, holding her neck as I rip her panties down her legs. I push my bathrobe off my shoulders, letting it fall to my feet as I stand between her spread legs.
Taking hold of her hips, I thrust forward. My cock disappears inside of her as she cries out. She claws at the couch, trying to find something to hold onto as I slam into her.
“You love this, don’t you?” I pound into her, accenting my words. “This is why you keep me around—because you can’t get enough of my cock.”
She moans in response, which only encourages me.
“How does that feel, huh?” I slam into her again. “How do you like being bent over and fucked like a whore?”
“Jesus, Galen!” Her ass clenches, and I smack it lightly, making it jiggle.
I like the way it looks, so I do it again. Riley squeals and writhes under me, neck arched.
“You like that, too, don’t you?” I smack her again, grinning at her moaned response. “I should just bar the damn door and keep you here forever.”