Page 60 of Loved By You

“You are so beautiful,” I pant, fighting the urge to blow my load there and then. She sinks to her knees.

“My turn for a taste,” she whispers.

“Ri, baby you don't have t-t—” My sentence is cut short by the sensation of her hot lips wrapping around the end of my length and her tongue licking my pre cum.

She moans around my dick and I have to plant my hands against the wall to steady myself and she goes to work on my dick.

“Jesus, fuck, you keep doing that sweetheart and I’m gonna come,” I say on a strangled breath. But that just spurs her on.

She looks fucking incredible on her knees before me. She must sense my eyes on her and she looks up at me, her eyes watering slightly, her now swollen lips wrapped around my dick, and it may be the hottest sight I've ever seen.

My dick is throbbing, my heart racing, my breathing heavy as that wave of white-hot pleasure builds. “Ri, baby, I’m close,” I warn.

But in true Ria style, she surprises me, taking me deeper, her head bobbing and her hand comes up to cup and massage my balls, pushing me over the edge. Cumming with force, I explode in her mouth and she drinks it down, sucking me dry before sheuses her tongue to lap up the last drop, looking at me as her throat works, swallowing it down.

My knees go weak and I have to brace my hands on the wall to steady myself. She releases my cock from her mouth with an audiblepopand wipes the corner of her mouth with her fingertips.

“That was… fucking incredible,” I pant as I help her up. “You on your knees like that… fuck.” Pressing my lips to hers, tasting my arousal, her arms wrap around my waist.

She breaks the kiss, pressing our foreheads together and we stay like that, losing all sense of time.

“People might wonder where we are,” she whispers eventually.

“Good, let them,” I reply. “Stay with me tonight?”

“I’d love that, but I think we need to talk about… this,” she says hesitantly, gesturing between us.

“I know, but I don’t wanna push you, Ri. We go at your pace, whenever you are ready, whatever you want.” A relieved look washes over her face.

“Okay,” she sighs, “but not tonight, okay? Let’s talk tomorrow morning.

I just want to have fun tonight and just be with you.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

We straighten ourselves up and I reluctantly give Ria her underwear back. I'd love the thought of her bare under that dress, but the idea of someone seeing her that exposed builds a rage inside me.

We head back towards the party, and I've lost all sense of time. God knows how long we've been gone, but it must have been some time because Ali is actually giving Harry the time of day and dancing with him, while Gabby is talking with Brad at our table.

It's clear everyone has been taking advantage of the free bar in our absence, and on route to the table, I take two glasses of champagne from a waiter walking past us.

“And what have you two been up to?” Gabby asks knowingly, looking back and forth between us with a smirk. They’ve moved to a low table surrounded by couches near the bar.

“Ermm, Jack just had to show me something,” Ri mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh really, like his dick?” she slurs drunkenly.

Brad snorts, choking on his drink.

“Gabriella,” Ria scolds.

Gabby falls back against Brad's chest and they both erupt into laughter. I swear, I've never seen the man laugh like that. It's good to see him relax and enjoy himself.

Ali heads over to us, walking like Bambi on ice with Harry hot on her heels. "Well, you're looking mighty relaxed, both of you." She winks at us. "I just don't know if I can forgive you for leaving me with this whiny ass." She points to Harry as he approaches us.

“I don't whine,” Harry shouts over the music, sounding as pissed as Ali looks.

“Ali, why are you so mean to me? Ali, why don’t you wanna fuck me? Ali, why won’t you reply to my texts?” she mocks.

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