Free The Games We Play Vol. 2 (Riley Grayson) by Elizabeth Nelson Page B

rocking against him, bouncing up and down on his length. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you walked into my office.” She nipped at his bottom lip.
    Riley gripped her waist tightly and pounded into her with jackhammer quick thrusts, causing her to scream and writhe on him. “I’ve wanted it, too,” he murmured. It wasn’t a total lie. He’d thought about it more than once.
    She stilled and reached behind her, unzipping her dress. It fell down and pooled around her waist. “Touch me,” she demanded. “Touch me, Riley Grayson.”
    Sitting up fully, Riley took both of her breasts into his hands, squeezing them together and letting his tongue roam around them, over her nipples. She had fantastic tits. She was gorgeous, curvy and voluptuous. He drew her nipple into his mouth, pinching it between his teeth. She inhaled sharply and arched into him, her pussy grinding on him.
    Riley was now on auto-pilot, doing everything he knew women liked; touching, licking, kissing, teasing. With as many women as he’d slept with, he had this down to a science. He could close off his mind to everything and just feel.
    Sex was purely physical for him. Nothing else. As ridiculous as it sounded, he really was a sex machine. An automaton with a dick that could bring any woman, and himself, to orgasm without thought.
    He knew not all guys were like him either. They thought too much about it and it caused them to have shitty sex. Women had told him. In fact, several of his booty calls in the past were arranged solely because their boyfriend, or whoever, couldn’t satisfy them the way he could. He gave them sex. He got sex and the women held onto their emotional connection they needed with their significant other. Riley knew it was wrong but he wasn’t the one who was cheating. It was their values that needed to be checked. Not his.  
    “Oh my God, Riley,” she moaned, her movements becoming more frantic. Her body tensed, then jerked.
    He wrapped his arms around her, holding her still while he thrust up into her with hard, deep strokes. She tightened around him and he knew she was ready to come. He grit his teeth, preparing himself for the hot shower her orgasm would cause. Knowing he was wearing a condom, he still had to be extra careful not to let himself come with her—no matter how badly he wanted to feel his release. Tonight, it wasn’t about his needs. It was about assisting others with theirs.
    Veronica bucked in his arms, flinging her head and her body back, screaming his name as she came hot and heavy on him. He was relentless, merciless in his thrusts, needing to fuck her good enough so she would be too exhausted to ask for more. Maybe then he could just eat and go home.
    As soon as she came down, she climbed off his lap and kneeled between his legs. She removed the condom and took his cock into her hand, stroked it a few times, then sucked his full length into her mouth. Bright white lights flashed behind his eyes. “Holy fuck,” he grunted.
    “Mmm hmm.”
    Maybe he would let himself come after all. He hoped to fucking God she wasn’t one of those girls that would suck him right to the point of release then finish by jerking him off. That shit annoyed him. He wanted to come in her mouth so damn bad.
    Riley fisted her hair in his hands and held her head in place while he fucked her mouth. To his surprise, she met each of his thrusts, sucking him deeper and harder until he felt his cockhead scrape the back of her throat.
    He lost it a second later. His thighs tensed, his stomach clenched, and his hips jerked. “Fuck,” he groaned, drawing out the word as he came in her mouth. It wasn’t his most intense orgasm, but it was a hell of a lot better than the self induced one he would have had if he hadn’t come out tonight.
    Veronica released him, licked her lips, then smiled. She pressed a button and then said, “Raul. Change of plans. Turn around and take us back to my place.”
    “Yes ma’am,” came his