Page 47 of Riley

I wanted everything.

Everything this perfect man was willing to give me.

“Whatever you want,Daddy,”I uttered. “I’m yours for the taking.”

Eric pulled me from against the wall, leading me back through the room, and I followed him without hesitation. His lips caressed mine again as he pushed me down onto the bed. Henudged my legs open, and I leaned up on my elbows to look at him where he stood.

His cock gleamed in the bedroom light. He stood between my legs, gazing down at me as hespitdirectly onto my cock, making it throb once more. His gaze held mine as he slathered my cock in his saliva, breathing heavily.

“Whatever I want, huh?” he whispered, his voice dark and gravelly and filled with heat.

I nodded in response, my heart racing, waiting for his kiss, his touch, his mouth.

I needed release.

“Yes, yes... please...”

“Please, what?” he purred, dropping to his knees, licking me from base to tip slowly.

I arched my back, thrusting my cock at him, but he relented, teasing, taunting me.

“Please, Eric...” His name on my tongue was a mixture of pleasure, of pain, and of hope.

Please put me out of my misery, once and for all.

Eric’s fingers dug into my ass cheeks as heyankedme off the bed, taking my cock into the back of his throat.

I took him into the back of my throat in one fell swoop until I couldn’t breathe, his deep groan only making my own cock throb even more as he grabbed me by the back of my hair.

The words from my audiobook echoed in my drunken brain.

Eric groaned as he sucked me, fingers squeezing my flesh as my legs stiffened around his head.

“Oh fuck...” I could feel my orgasm on the edge, so close, yet so far away.

I sat up the best I could, but my upper half felt like Jell-O, and my lower half was hot, buzzing with anticipation as Eric licked and sucked me, hollowing his cheeks like I was a damn tootsie roll pop and his mission was discover how many licks it took to find the center.

“Eric...” I cried out, knowing I wasn’t going to last.

I reached out, sliding my hand into his hair. I wanted to grab him, but I had no strength, no concentration. Everything pooled to my balls, my cock. I fought to lift my hips, to fuck his mouth like I had imagined when I thought of him in the confines of my shower.

But my grip was weak and my entire body shuddered as I came. I cried out in ecstasy, my words jumbling into an array of his name and some cursing. He didn’t let go of me as my grip loosened in his hair, sucking down every bit of me until I was empty.

My legs and body were tingling with numbness like I was made of nothing but pure magic.

His cock slid against mine as he righted me, straddling my chest.

I looked up at him, dazed, watching as he held his thick, swollen cock above me.

“Open wide for Daddy, Professor,” he commanded.

And I did.

I obeyed him without second thought.

I opened my mouth, watching as he threw his head back, pumping his shaft above me, fucking my mouth with rapid, heated thrusts, and within seconds, he erupted.

Though I would be remiss to say his aim was not the best, and neither was mine. He came on my chest, my face, and only partly in my mouth, but I didn’t care.

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