Page 98 of Rinkmates

With one swift move, I drive inside of her, my cock filling her up completely.

She cries out, her body arching off the bed as she takes every inch of me.

“Good girl. You take it so well,” I say, the feeling of her tight, wet heat around me almost too much to bear.

My hips thrust in and out of her in a steady rhythm. The wetness of her envelops my shaft, her warmth inviting me deeper.

She wraps her legs around my back, pulling me closer as she meets me thrust for thrust. Our bodies move in sync, the friction building between us. Her breath hitches as I hit that sweet spot inside of her, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

But then, there’s a shift.

I notice her crying out, but there’s no corresponding throb inside of her.

Her walls don’t tighten enough, and my dick almost immediately loses all its blood. No, for fuck’s sake. She’s faking it. No.

“Stop,” I command.

Her eyes grow wide.

I wrap a hand around her neck and thrust my dick even deeper inside until she gasps in pain this time. “You think I can’t spot an orgasm? I know how an orgasm feels, baby.” This alone tells me she’s only ever been with fuckboys who don’t know how to please her. “Don’t you ever try this on me again,” I say, and it transforms into a curse as I thrust again.

I press her gently into the bed, my hand firm but tender around her delicate neck. My grip tightens with a surge of need, then softens as I stroke her neck and whisper, “Don’t worry. I’m going to show you how to come properly on my cock.”

I pull my cock out of her, grab her by the waist, and turn her around in one swift move. “But first, you’re gonna pay for the faking.”

“Riley, I’m—”

I slap her ass, not too much but enough to make her yelp a little. She turns to face me and there’s a wicked glint in her eyes.

“That wasn’t all you got, right?”

I slap her again, and she cries out. Real and raw and I revel in the way she cries out and sinks down before me.

I press her back down with my hand, positioning her ass just how I like it. Seeing this ass like this will ruin me for every other girl. Because this is perfection.

“Now go, apologize, babygirl,” I say, cupping her cheeks and squeezing them. Fuck, it feels even better than I thought. Her ass is so round and soft.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice trembling while I fuck her.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good that you don’t have to fake it anymore.”

I keep on gripping her ass, and she gives me those little pathetic moans I love so much while I push inside of her from behind, the sensation of her tightness around me sending waves of pleasure through my body. As I fuck her, I reach down, my fingers finding her clit, and start to rub it in slow circles in time with my thrusts. She cries out again, louder this time. I can feel her walls clenching around me, the pleasure building inside of her. I’m not gentle. No. I fuck her rough. Just like she deserves after this stunt, but she likes it. My fingers rub harder while my others work her nipples, and just when she cries out so loud that I know she’s close, I stop.

“What. Riley, I—”

I move us so I’m on my back. “Ride me. I need you to come on my cock, baby.”

And with that, she straddles me, her wetness sliding easily onto my cock as she rides me. It’s slow and sensual at first, her hips rocking back and forth as she grounds herself against me. But soon, she’s bouncing up and down, her tits jiggling as she takes me deeper and deeper.

“Yeah, baby, use me.”

Riley, she mouths, but I can feel that she’s still somewhere else in her head.

“Stop. Pleasing. Me,” I snap, guiding her hips slower, making her grind that clit on my stomach, until she whimpers in a desperate way again. Yeah, that’s how she likes it.

“Use me, I said. Don’t fucking think about if I like it because I always will.”

And that’s when she rides me like I’m her tool, and fuck yeah, I love it.

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