Page 12 of Ryker

Chapter 12: Ryker

She's so responsive to my touch that I'm surprised it takes her less than ten minutes to cum. I've had girls take a hell of a lot longer. The thing on the couch could very well have been a fluke and she was right, it also could have been because she hadn't gotten off in a while. So I'm surprised when I start licking and sucking her clit and fingering her sweet pussy when she cums quick and without shame. She doesn't try to hide it or tell me to stop or push me away. I think I love her at that moment and I'm ready to say it, but I have a job to finish.

Post-orgasm Corinne is even more beautiful than regular Corinne. She even glistens. I could look at her forever, but that would be weird and she'd probably complain after a couple of minutes. Complaints are her specialty, that and sass.

"I'll show you unfair, sweetheart," I respond to her with a smile," leaning over to kiss her inner thigh. "You ready for a third orgasm tonight?"

She shakes her head no, wearing that sleepy look I remember from my childhood slumber parties with Nathan. "I'm ready for bed. Wake me up in an hour and-"

"You'll thank me in ten minutes," I promise her. "I won't take up too much more of your time. It'll be quick and dirty unless you beg me to last longer." I give her a wink because I know that very well could be a possibility, I've had girls do it before.

I get up and move until I'm hovering over her, then place a kiss on her neck. "Your collarbone is beautiful." I consider leaving a mark on it, just a small little love bite for her to remember me by. Not every girl likes that, but Corinne might. She's liked everything else I've done tonight. But maybe next time. I don't want her to fall asleep on me.

I grab my cock and position it at her entrance, which is more than ready to receive company. I push in just the tip and let her adjust to my size. Watching her face for any sign of pain, I make sure that she's comfortable before I keep going. After each inch or so, I stop, ensuring that she's taking all of me without any discomfort. When I'm all the way in, I feel her pussy clench around me and I nearly cum myself. God, she's so tight. She feels so good wrapped around me.

"God, you're thick," she murmurs into my shoulder. "I'm going to call you Beer Can from now on instead of Special K."

I withdraw enough so that I can give her a punishing thrust. "No, you're not," I tell her. The last thing I need is for someone to overhear her, make assumptions, and for that to get around at work. As if we don't have enough embarrassing nicknames for each other.

That cheeky smile appears again and she slaps my ass, giving me a taste of my own medicine. "Fine, Special K, but you better give me a good reason not to. This better be the best damn sex of my life."

She wraps her legs around my waist and her pussy tightens again and I smile down at her. "Don't you worry, sweetheart, it will be."

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