Page 39 of The Waiter at Table 6

“One more, baby, give me one more,” I rasp.

She laughs weakly, though she doesn’t push me away. “You’re insatiable.”

“For you? Damn straight. Now come on my tongue again.”

I expect her to fight me some more, to try to drag me on top of her, but after a moment, she sighs, her body melting into the sheets as her legs spread even wider.

The sight of her following my command is almost enough to make me come all over the sheets. To distract myself, I slide two fingers deep inside her, my thumb still on her clit as I search for the spot that will make this the hardest orgasm yet.

I know when I hit it because I hear Vanessa suck in a startled breath. Grinning, I drive my fingers in and out, making sure to massage that sweet spot every time.

This orgasm rises quicker than the others. I don’t even get my mouth on her again, she comes right as I nip at the inside of her thigh.

And this time, she gushes all over my hand.

I groan into her skin at the sight of her squirting. Jesus Christ. Just when I thought she couldn’t get any hotter…

When I finally take pity on her and slide my fingers out as I straighten, I realize she looks a little drained and a lot dazed. On the other hand, I can’t look away from my drenched fingers still playing gently with her pussy.

It isn’t until I hear her whispered “come here” that my attention moves back to her face. She reaches for my cock, her hand sliding smoothly over me as precum drips down my length.

The sensation of her jerking me is what finally brings my head back down to earth. I fall forward on a heavy exhale to cage her in.

She leans up and kisses me, her hand never stopping its motion. It’s enough to make a desperate groan rumble through my chest, into a kiss that becomes instantly heated.

“That’s gonna make me come,” I say in a tight voice.

I feel her smile against my lips. “You know, you keep saying that, but you’ve hardly been coming early.”

I grunt. “Keep stroking my cock like that and I’ll prove that theory wrong.”

She huffs a soft laugh, which makes a smile quirk my lips. I kiss her again. I like this ease between us.

And then Vanessa switches us right back to heated when she lets go of my cock and flips onto her stomach.

“I want you to fuck me like this,” she whispers, arching her back and pressing her ass into my lap.

I let out a stuttered exhale and drop my head forward to hang between my shoulders. This woman is going to be the death of me.

At first, I kiss the back of her neck to give myself a moment to collect myself. But then it turns into a trail of kisses, over her shoulder, down her spine, across her lower back.

But when I don’t go near her pussy, she makes an impatient sound. “Ryder,” she whines. “Stop teasing.”

I don’t stop what I’m doing, continuing to kiss my way over her body. “Greedy,” I murmur against her skin. “You just had three orgasms, let me play for a second.”

She lets out a cute huff but doesn’t fight me on it.

Which just makes me swipe my tongue between her legs.

Gasping, she spreads her legs, arching her back more to give me better access.

“Now who’s the tease?” I manage to half-heartedly protest. And even though I fully intended to start fucking her by now, I can’t help grabbing her ass cheeks and burying my face in her pussy.

She’s starting to buck against my face when I finally wrench myself away and slide a pillow under her hips.

“Oh, God, yes,” she breathes.

And then I’m gripping her waist and sliding inside her.

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