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“I’m not indecisive. I’m being careful.”

“Careful?”

He nodded.

“Why?”

“Because despite me being in control over you most of the time, you’ve shown me just how fucking naughty you can be. It’s unexpected, if I’m being honest, and if I hadn’t kept my distance, I would’ve fucked up while your parents were in town.”

So he waited to see me when my parents were out of town to…

“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight, Valley,” he said, making my inner self pout.

“Then why are you here?”

“To show you what else I’m capable of. And for you to show me the same.”

At least we wouldn’t just sit here awkwardly.

I smiled and set my gin down on the coffee table, then got up from the couch. “Let me change into something sexier,” I told him, ready to head upstairs.

He stopped me by gripping my wrist tightly, and after letting his eyes wander all over my body, he looked back into my eyes and said in a low growl, “You look sexy in whatever you’re wearing, Valley. Sit down on my lap.”

I opened my mouth to say something, unsure if he was being serious.

How sexy could yoga pants and a large hoodie be?

“Are you serious?”

“Straddle my fucking lap, Valley!” he ordered.

I quickly did, letting him pull me as close to his body as possible with both his hands on my ass.

My crotch pressed against his, and the already swollen bulge in his pants was not to miss.

“I want you to come on me by rubbing your pussy against my dick. I don’t care how you do it, but you can’t use your hands,” he challenged, making me feel all warm and excited inside.

Now this was what I called a fun evening.

Would a college boy ever have this idea?

Probably not.

They’d immediately take off their and my clothes, put me down on the bed and fuck me for their pleasure.

Riggs was thinking of me in this situation, and I knew that if I only rubbed myself against him the right way, I would get to my orgasm.

I started to move my hips in small circles, trying to figure out how his cock was positioned in his pants.

He had jeans on which helped a little with the pressure against my pussy, but I wanted to feel more of him, so I placed a hand on his chest and looked back into his eyes.

“Will you at least take off your pants?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t torture me and not make me feel his cock through a thinner fabric.

He thought about it for a second before making me stand up again to take off his jeans.

I could see the bulge in his boxer briefs much better now, and I knew I would be able to feel it a whole lot better too.

He pulled me back onto his lap, making me straddle him again and placing his hands on my lower back.

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