Page 96 of Rinkmates

I want to make him feel good.

I take him deeper into my mouth, my lips sliding down his shaft as my tongue swirls around the base. He groans and his hips buck. I can hear the wet sounds of my mouth on his cock, the sloppy, messy noises that are so fucking hot. I know he loves it, I can feel the way his breath hitches every time I take him deeper, my throat constricting around him. I gag, but I don’t care.

My hands roam his body and trace the contours of his abs. I can feel the tension in his muscles, the way they tighten and flex as he nears the edge of release. And when he finally comes, it’s with a roar, his cum hot and thick. It fills my mouth and I swallow it down.

“Fuck,” he says, tremors still shooting through him. “Fuck, Liora. What the fuck.”

I pull back, licking my lips, and I look up at him once more, my eyes still oh so heavy with desire. He pulls me to my feet, crushing his lips to mine as he tastes himself on my tongue. It’s dirty and filthy and so hot. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard, this was the best blow job I ever got,” he says, but the door swings open.

“Hate to say it, champ, but your time is up.”

If looks could kill, Derek would be a dead man now.

The minute we’re out,Riley says, “We’re leaving. Now.”

“I need to grab my jacket,” I protest.

“Leave it here.” He tugs me toward the door, but I resist. “Riley, I honestly thought you’d never ask, and I can’t wait to go home with you, but I need this jacket.”

Not only did he tear my panties, but now this. Doesn’t he realize these are the only clothes I have?

He sighs but nods toward the coat check. “Quick. I’m bursting.”

I laugh and dash over to get my jacket as he pulls out his phone to get us an Uber.

The attendant is busy sorting tickets, and it takes a minute to get his attention.

Finally, I snag my jacket and hurry back, only to find some sneaky girl trying to flirt her way into Riley’s heart. He doesn’t look interested, but I just swallowed his cum. There’s no girl talking to him tonight but me.

I stride toward him, grab him by the collar, and yank him away from her, crashing my lips into his with enough intensity to make the girl sigh in annoyance.

I break the kiss and glance at her.

“Sorry, licked it, it’s mine.”

Then I wink at her, grab my man’s hand, and get him out.

ASAP.

Thirty

RILEY

Ihave no idea how I made it out of the Uber without fucking her right there, but we made it into the apartment complex.

Liora yanks me into the elevator and presses me against the frigid metal wall, her hands gripping my shirt collar. I return her intense kiss as she begins to unbutton my shirt. “Damn, Liora. I need you so badly.”

She lets out a low moan as she pushes my shirt off my shoulders, her fingers tracing the lines of my chest. I reach down and grab her ass, pulling her tight against me. I can feel the heat radiating off her, and I know she’s just as turned on as I am.

I slide my hand up her thigh and her breath catches in her throat as my fingers slide under her skirt again, feeling her still wet and eager for my touch. I caress her clit, gently moving my fingers in circular motions over that sensitive spot as she squirms against me.

The elevator bell chimes, and without breaking our heated kiss, we stumble out and into my apartment. We barely manage to open the door before shedding our clothes. Her skirt drops to the floor, followed by my shirt. In our haste, a shoe lands on the lampshade, leaving a trail of chaos behind.

We crash into the kitchen corner and our groans fill the air as her hands roam wildly over my hair, chest, hips, pecs, abs—fuck, everywhere. I try to touch every part of her at once and declare that two hands are not enough. Our movements are frantic and feverish, and we stagger toward my room.

“Fuck, I need you,” I pant, and we collide with the couch, the wall, and her door along the way. With one swift motion, I unclasp her bra and let it fall wherever it may. I eagerly kiss her lips and almost stumble over my own pants bunched around my ankles.

She yanks on my hair, and I dig my nails into her back, both of us consumed by raw, primal need. It’s like we’re two wild animals, clawing and tearing at each other, desperate for more. The heat between us is intense, uncontrollable, and I can’t get enough of her. I feel starved. And it just doesn’t get better. We kiss like warriors, and she fights back just perfectly.

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