Life Match

Day Eight

By the time I get home, it's two in the morning. There's no way I'll be able to get up the next morning for class.

So, I skip class, something I could easily become accustomed to.

I wake up around five in the afternoon, my house quiet, and most likely empty. On the floor is Riah's business card, and I pick it up.

What more  can I lose?

I take the bus all the way across town to the business district where Riah is working. I walk in, acting as if I own the place, because for the week Riah and I were married, I kind of did. I go up to the front desk, "I'm looking for Mr. Daniels. Could you tell me where he is?"

The secretary looks up at me, "Does he know you're here?"

"Yes," I lie, "But I'm trying to surprise him."

She gives me a look, obviously not believing a word of what I'm saying. However, she doesn't seem very invested in her job either.

"The big office at the end of the hall," she relents, "Can't miss it."

I head that direction and knock.

"What?" Riah hisses from the inside. I open the door and close it, locking it behind me as I enter. Riah looks up, first surprised, then angry, then he's crossing the distance between us, wrapping his strong arms around me.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you," he whispers into my hair.

I pull away from him and kiss him, "I don't think I do. You should show me."

Riah growls and pulls away from me, lust in his eyes, "Don't tempt me, Sage."

"Or what?" I say, tugging on his tie, "you'll punish me?"

Riah pulls away from me, "Why are you here, Sage?"

"You know why," I say, "I miss you so much it hurts sometimes. I need you, I need to be with you, I need to feel you..." I come closer to him, "Please, Sir..."

Riah takes his lower lip between his teeth and lowers his voice, "I hate it when you do this to me."

He kisses me passionately and my lips immediately part for entrance. Our tongues wrestle for dominance as Riah picks me up and I wrap my legs around his middle. We stumble over to his desk, which he clears in one sweep of his arm and lies me down on the surface.

"If we do this, you have to be quite," Riah growls, lifting my dress up. I was already turned on by just the sight of him, but the idea of getting caught arouses me even more.

"Yes, Sir," I reply, loosening his belt.

Riah pulls his hard cock from his pants and my pussy aches from anticipation. Riah pulls my panties down and discards them, shoving into me when I least expect it.

I feel myself stretch to accommodate his girth and I moan, loving the feeling of having him in me once again. Jericho hadn't even come close to making me feel this way. Riah's mouth connects to mine and he, groans, "Sage, I've missed you so much."

He fucks me hard, making it difficult for me to hold in my sounds of pleasure. In no time I'm thrown to the edge and Riah leans down to kiss me. I'm so close.

"Sir," I murmur against his lips.

"It's okay," he says, "Let go whenever."

I let my climax overtake me, fighting the moans trying to escape. Riah comes soon after and pulls out, shoving his now flaccid dick back into his pants.

I lie on his desk panting for a moment. Riah fixes his clothes in the mirror, and I finally recover enough to pull my panties back on. Riah grabs me and pulls me onto his lap, "You don't know how much I've missed us."