Page 61 of Rating the Book Boyfriend

“Holy shit, that feels good,” I breathe as he slides one finger inside me. It searches against my inner walls until he finds a spot that makes my hips jerk, and he smiles smugly into my crotch.

“There it is.” He adds another finger, and the tips of both give my G-spot the attention she so desperately needs. He finger-fucks me slowly and adds some kind of fucking swirl thing with every thrust. Out… in… swirl. Out… in… swirl.

Meanwhile his lips latch onto my clit, and he sucks as his free hand drops to his cock. Tilting my head to the side, I can see the impressive bulge in his pants.

“Dear god, Riggs. Let me see it.” I don’t have to specify. He knows what I want.

One handed, he unfastens his pants while his mouth and fingers never stop their sweet torture. When he pulls his cock out, I gasp. That fucking thing looks brutal, the enormous purple head crowning a thick, rigid shaft.

“I want to watch you stroke it while I come on your face.”

“Fuck, baby.” The vibration of his moan sets me directly on the edge of an orgasm. And when he begins fucking his tight fist, the edge crumbles away, and I fall into the blissful depths of my climax.

“Riggs!” I call out as I see kaleidoscope colors around the edges of my vision. His cheeks hollow with the strength of his suction, his fingers pump me, and his hand jerks that big ole cock.

Finally, his movements slow as he brings me out of the stratosphere, and I loosen my hold on his hair.

“I need to add a few more rows to your spreadsheet,” I pant as he gives me one last lick and grins up at me.

Then he stands and holds my face with both hands. “You are breathtaking when you come for me, Libby-girl.”

I seriously feel like I’m in one of my books right now. Glancing down at the cock standing at attention, I say, “That’s a very book-boyfriend-worthy penis you have there, Mr. Romero.”

He laughs. “Is this where you’re supposed to get all concerned about it fitting inside you?”

Pressing my tits against his chest, I drag my tongue along his bottom lip and purr my response. “We’ll make it fit, baby.”

With his mouth hovering over mine, he murmurs, “I think that’s my line.”

“What can I say? Orgasms make me sassy.”

He chuckles. “Then prepare to be sassy for the rest of the night, Libby, because I’m nowhere close to being done with you.”

CHAPTER 18

Riggs

Cupping Libby’s chin, I lift her face to mine and search her pretty hazel eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want? I know this all happened so fast.”

This isn’t what I had planned at all when I decided to come over here. I wanted to do a gentle probe into her feelings and see if she was interested in pursuing a relationship with me. And now I want to do a not-so-gentle probe into something else.

“It’s not that fast,” she argues. “We’ve been circling around this for a month. I felt our connection on the plane.”

“When you were staring at my crotch?” I tease, and she smacks my chest.

“Would you stop bringing that up?”

I laugh and shake my head. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Her look turns sly, and she reaches down to grip my cock, which is still hanging out of my jeans.Holy fucking hell.

“Seeing as how you just gave me an epic orgasm, I guess I can let it slide.” She mimicked that last word with the slide of her hand up and down my length. I could have coated her flat, bare stomach with my release from that single stroke.

Her hand feels so right around me. Soft skin. Tight grip but not too tight. Just fucking perfect.

“I want to make sure you’re good with it, Libby. I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

“I’m a big girl, and you’re a big boy.” She looks down as her fist tightens, and she gives me another of those delicious strokes. “A very big boy.”

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