Page 97 of Rinkmates

By the time I fling her onto the bed, we are both naked. I take a moment to admire her, her creamy skin flushed with arousal, her blonde hair splayed out on my pillow, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, as those blue eyes roam over my tattoos, my abs—just every part of me.

She’s a goddess, and I’m a man on the edge.

I kneel at the foot of the bed, just looking at her.

She is a vision, laid out before me with her legs spread.

Her skin is flushed pink with arousal, and her wetness glistens in the dim light of the room. I can see every curve and contour of her body, the way her breasts rise and fall with each breath, the way her hips tilt up toward me. And in the center of it all, her swollen clit beckons me closer, aching to be touched.

“Fuck, Liora, you’re so wet, it drips down your thighs.”

“All for you.”

I sigh. No dream I’ve ever had about her could top this. I’ve imagined this moment over and over again, and no dream could be this perfect.

I open the condom, sliding it over my hard dick and stroking it. Her eyes fall on my length.

“Touch yourself,” I rasp.

She slowly massages her breasts. There’s a dare in her gaze. She’s so sweet but oh so sinister it drives me crazy, and I pump even harder. She pulls on her nipples until they are hard and pink. I can’t tear my gaze away. Liora’s killing me.

She moves her right hand down between her legs, her fingers slipping easily into her pussy, and I just stare. Watch her. Sighing, my own hand wraps tightly around my throbbing cock. I take in every stroke, watch her, learn how she likes it, where she needs that touch. I can see the muscles in her thighs tensing as she works her fingers in and out, her thumb circling her clit all the while. Oh, I can see it swelling even more, and I just know I have to taste her.

Leaning forward, I bury my face between her legs, my tongue lapping at her clit as I slide two fingers inside her. I press my dick against the mattress because, shit, I can’t take it anymore. I need friction. Any friction, and she tastes so fucking good.

Her hips buck against my face as I fuck her with my tongue. Her muscles clench around it, her orgasm building as I work her clit with wet strokes.

I insert my fingers inside her once more, watching as she throws her head back against the pillow and grips the mattress tightly, each thrust pushing deeper and deeper.

“Shit, Riley,” she says, and my balls tighten.

I press my dick harder against the mattress, dying to finally get inside of her.

But I’m not done with her yet.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I lick them clean, savoring the taste of her sweetness. “You taste amazing,” I say and smile at the way she looks at me. The way she’s so turned on.

I climb up to her mouth, my cock pressing against her entrance. I kiss her and she spreads those thighs for me.

Her lips are so swollen and glistening—fuck, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock, savoring the feeling of her against me.

I need to fuck her.

But first, I want to taste her again. I slide my fingers back inside of her, her slickness coating them as I pull them out. I bring my fingers to my mouth once more, sucking them clean, the taste of her sweetness sending a jolt of pleasure through my body as she shivers just from watching me.

My cock twitches with need. “Please let me fuck you.”

“Shut up and fuck me already,” she says.

Laughing, I say, “Look who’s so needy.”

I reach down, my hand wrapping around my cock, and rub the head against her, teasing her with its size. She gasps, her hips bucking up to meet me. I can feel her tightening around me, her body begging for me to fill her up.

“Please,” she begs, her voice hoarse with need. “Fuck me. Please, Ri.”

She grabs my ass, pulling me closer.

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