Page 31 of The Hot New Bartender in Town

“Ri—”

The name breaks on her lips. Her body curls from head-to-toe as the orgasm rips through her. I thrust in deep and hold it there, needing to feel the tight, wet rush of heat along my cock.

“Fuck,” I breathe, the feeling almost too much. “You are so...”

Beautiful.

Perfect.

Words can’t describe her, so I let it linger, the words lost beneath her quivering mewl.

“Riley,” she says once she’s caught her breath, her hands reach out to touch my abs. “Don’t stop...”

I chuckle. “You can hardly even move,” I say playfully.

She hums playfully, licking her lips. “Don’t gotta,” she simply says, her hands tapping against my abs as if to draw me closer.

I lean down, my cock still buried deep. I give her a kiss on the mouth, her lips warm and pliable. “Think you can handle being on your hands and knees?” I ask.

Tish’s eyes flutter open, and she smiles. “Maybe,” she teases. “Why do you ask?”

“You know damn well why,” I say, kissing her hard. “Flip over. Show me that ass.”

Tish kisses me back, her tongue searching for mine. I offer it happily and we neck for a little longer, her body still quivering from climax. Then she lowers her legs and I shift back, letting her turn over onto her hands and knees before me.

Oh, Christ...

This woman will be the end of me, for sure.

Looking down at her perfect heart-shaped ass, I run my hand along her spine before gripping my cock and guiding it home again. So deep, sotight. A simple thrust and I know I won’t last much longer.

With hands on her hips, I fuck her steadily, quickly, the sound of my body clapping against hers echoing all around us, adding to the rough smack of the bed against the wall. A third sound grows; the sound of Tish breathing hard, each exhale dripping with a delicious moan. I grunt and groan in response, my balls tight from pleasure, from the need to come. A need I can no longer fight against.

Giving one last hard thrust, I come hard, staying deep. My entire body flexes, my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Tish doesn’t seem to mind, though. She purrs with delight, her inner muscles so tight around me she can surely feel every throbbing spill inside the condom.

Fuck the damned condom. What I wouldn’t give to feel her raw, to fill her and claim her as mine.

Leaning down, I kiss her along her spine. I touch her curves, loving every trembling inch of her body in front of me, a body she so willingly gave to me again, for the last time.

I frown at that thought, but I stay close to her as she gently rolls onto her side, needing a break. I collapse beside her as well, my arms curling around her, pulling her close so I can kiss every inch of her skin within reach.

After a minute, she laughs.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re fun.”

I squeeze her tighter.“You’refun,” I argue.

Tish rolls over onto her back to get a better look at me. It’s dark, no windows here obviously, but we adjusted to it before we even stumbled onto this bed.

“What time is it?” she asks, twisting to give her back a stretch.

Curious, too, I reach for my phone sitting on the bedside table. “Just after midnight,” I read aloud.

“Good,” she hums. “Still time.”

I abandon the phone and turn back to her. Feeling the strange pull on my dick, I slip the used condom off and drop it safely into the trash by the bed. “Still time?” I repeat.

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