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But this is Riley, and one thing I know from our past is that once she has her mind set on something, there is no changing it. Not that I’m about to complain.

She nuzzles into my hard-on from outside my pants. Her eyes flutter shut as she increases the pressure, driving her cheekbone into the sensitive underside, compressing the shaft and pressing against my balls with her chin. Using her tongue, she traces around the outline of my cock, paying special attention to the ridge and the head.

Looking up again, she keeps her eyes locked with mine, as if to make sure I’m watching. She licks her lips, opens her mouth, and then she takes my jean-clad shaft between her teeth and very lightly bites down on my cock.

“Holy fucking hell,” I growl as my head falls back so I’m looking up at the ceiling. The desire in that bite felt incredible. Her teeth put the right pressure in all the right places, doing exactly the thing I didn’t know I needed until right this minute.

She does it again, lower this time, sending a surge of fire through my spine. When I hiss and my hips buck, she stops. But only to unfasten the button of my jeans and pull down the zipper. I swallow hard and watch her. My heart pounds in my chest. In my throat. In my cock. Everywhere.

She licks up the underside of the shaft and positions my hands on the couch cushion, keeping them wide on either side of me. “Those stay there. We clear?”

“Anything you say.” My voice is gravelly, deep, and filled with a need so ferocious, I’m unsure if I’ll be able to control it.

“Touch me and I’ll stop.” She licks a long, wet line up the left side of the shaft, encircles the head, then goes back down again.

It isn’t going to be easy, but she has me, literally, by the balls. She takes me deep into her throat and I grow harder. My breaths quicken and become shallow, the muscles in my neck tense and tighten.

“Fuck, Riley.” My fingers dig into the cushion as I try to find something solid to hold on to.

When she goes back down to the base and teases my balls, lingering at the spot where they meet the shaft, I damn near lose my mind, but she isn’t done. Not by a long shot, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.

The moment she draws my balls back into her mouth, I slap the couch with all the force I can muster, sucking in a breath through my nose. That doesn’t help. Neither does gritting my teeth.

She sucks me deeper. And deeper. Not letting up for a moment. And the more I groan and moan, the more my hips buck involuntarily, the more incessant she becomes.

“Riley... can’t take much... more.”

She holds the base with both hands and flicks her tongue along the underside, moving up to the tip and teasing the opening very gently. “Riley, now. I’m gonna come.”

She doesn’t get off. Instead, she sucks me harder, keeping the head of my cock on her tongue. My arms fly backward and I grab the back of the couch as I arch and widen my legs, holding on for dear life.

I suck in a hard breath and hold it as my orgasm rips through me. Every nerve ending in my body fires off, every muscle contracting. The intensity is so powerful my ears begin to ring.

As my orgasm fades, Riley releases my still twitching dick from her mouth. And I finally exhale. She straddles me and places a gentle kiss on my lips. “I forgot how much I enjoyed getting you off.”

That makes the both of us. But I don’t say that, mostly because I’m still trying to catch my breath.

One thing is for certain... the more time passes, the more I realize Riley is the perfect match for me.

I hope with all my heart she feels the same way because I’m not sure I can handle her leaving me again.

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