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“You know why you’re here tonight. You should’ve come prepared,” he told me.

“Oh, I am prepared for whatever fucked up and dirty shit you’re up to tonight, but maybe you should lose that grumpy old man behavior and show me what you really want. All you’re doing right now is making me want to go back home and use a dildo to make myself come.”

He didn’t like that at all.

Pushing himself back from the table, he got up and placed his hand on my throat, making me stand up and spill my wine all over the table.

Shit.

“Is that how you talk to me?” he growled.

There, was it so hard to turn into his usual self?

I bit my bottom lip to stop from grinning, and I shook my head to answer his probably rhetorical question.

He pushed my chair to the side and moved the plates and bowls on the table away to then lay me down on my back with him standing between my legs.

My heart started pumping hard in my chest, wanting him right there with his face pressed against my pussy.

To my luck, he knelt in front of me and pushed my dress up to reveal my bikini covered pussy.

A growl left his chest, and I pushed myself up with my hands behind me on the table to see what he was up to.

“You don’t need this,” he hissed, pulling down the tiny fabric and throwing it to the ground, leaving my pussy bare for easy access.

He pushed my legs apart and leaned in closer with his eyes still on mine.

He pressed his lips against my inner thigh, sending shivers through my body and making me reach for his hair to grip it tightly with one hand.

“Please,” I begged, but that’s not what he wanted to hear.

“What did I tell you about begging, Valley?”

I pressed my lips into a thin line to stop myself from sighing heavily, and when I didn’t answer him, he let out a harsh laugh.

“Exactly. Keep still. This is what you deserve tonight.”

He wasn’t talking about an orgasm, that I knew for sure.

I didn’t behave, and he was going to punish me again.

His lips moved closer to my folds, but instead of licking right through them the way he did once before, he let his tongue move along my inner thighs for a while, teasing and driving me insane.

I took a deep breath and tried to move my hips in a way to get his mouth where I wanted it, but the more I struggled to get it there, the more he teased.

I had to relax and let him do what he wanted, otherwise I would never get to experience my first orgasm caused by him.

The other times I had to work for it, which was nice either way, but I wanted to know what it felt like to come with his tongue flicking my clit.

Riggs pulled my legs over his shoulders and I kept them there as his hands cupped my ass to keep me in place.

Finally, and with his eyes still on mine, he let his tongue move through my folds, tasting every single drop of my juices.

“Oh, yes…” I moaned, gripping his hair tighter in my hand and pressing his face more against my pussy.

I didn’t want him to leave anymore, not until he made me come which was exactly what he didn’t want me to do and I had to admit that him keeping me from coming felt intense.

His fingers dug into my skin, making it hurt just enough to send sparks flying inside my body.

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