Chapter 4

Riley Pov

I was still floating in that warm, hazy afterglow, curled naked against Alex’s chest on the big leather couch. His suit jacket draped over me, his strong arms holding me close while he stroked my hair and whispered praise. My ass and pussy ached deliciously, both holes leaking his cum. For a few peaceful minutes, he was gentle—the perfect aftercare.

But the hunger never really left his eyes.

“Feeling recovered, baby?” he asked, tilting my chin up to kiss me slowly and deep.

I nodded, already feeling fresh heat building between my legs. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Truth or Dare.”

“Dare,” I whispered against his lips.

His smile turned wicked. “I dare you to ride me first—slow and deep while I suck those pretty tits. Then I’m taking control. Every position I want. No safeword unless you really need it.”

My pussy clenched at the promise. He sat back on the couch, legs spread, thick cock already hard again and glistening. I straddled him eagerly, knees on either side of his hips. I lowered myself slowly, gasping as his fat head stretched my cum-slick pussy. Inch by inch I sank down until he was buried to the hilt inside me.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he groaned.

I started riding him—slow, rolling movements, grinding my clit against his pelvis. He leaned forward and captured one swollen nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the sensitive peak. He switched to the other breast, biting gently, then sucking so intensely I moaned loudly. My bound wrists from earlier were free now, so I braced my hands on his shoulders and rode him harder.

The position let me feel every thick inch. I rose and slammed down, tits bouncing in his face as he devoured them. The tension built steadily—deep, rolling pleasure that made my toes curl.

“Faster, slut. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

I obeyed, bouncing harder, the wet slap of my ass meeting his thighs filling the office. He gripped my hips, guiding me, then suddenly flipped us.

Now I was on my back on the couch, legs spread wide. He hooked my knees over his elbows and drove into me in deep missionary strokes. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside. His mouth stayed on my tits, sucking and biting while he pounded me.

“Such a good little cumdump,” he growled, switching to long, grinding strokes that rubbed my clit perfectly. I was close again, whimpering.

He pulled out suddenly, making me whine at the emptiness. “On your hands and knees.”

I scrambled into doggy style on the couch. He slammed back into my pussy from behind, one hand fisting my hair, the other spanking my already-red ass. The new angle was even deeper. He fucked me hard and fast, then slowed to tease, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in.

“Beg for my cock in your ass again.”

“Please… fuck my ass, Sir.”

He pulled out of my pussy and pressed against my tighter hole, sinking in smoothly thanks to all the cum. The stretch made me moan loudly. He took me in deep, powerful strokes, then pulled me up into a standing position against the floor-to-ceiling window.

My tits pressed against the cool glass overlooking the city. Anyone with binoculars could have seen me getting fucked. He held me there, one hand around my throat, the other rubbing my clit while he pounded my ass from behind. The exhibitionist thrill pushed me over the edge.

“Come for me. Let the whole city hear what a slut you are.”

I shattered again, squirting down my thighs while my ass clenched around him. He roared and filled my ass with another huge load.

But he wasn’t done.

He carried me to his desk, laid me on my back, and pushed my legs up and back into a mating press. The position folded me in half, letting him drive impossibly deep into my pussy. He fucked me with brutal, short strokes, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.

“Again,” he demanded. “Come while I breed you.”

I came so hard I saw stars, screaming his name as he pumped me full once more.

Finally, we collapsed. He pulled me into his lap on the chair, cuddling me close, wiping my tears and feeding me water. His hands were gentle now, massaging my sore muscles.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “Round four tomorrow? Or should we bring someone else into Elysium next time?”

I smiled sleepily against his chest, already imagining it.