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Soon after, he stopped moving and I felt his cum fill me once again.

“Oh, Riggs,” I moaned, reaching for his hand and tightening his grip again because, well…choking me was starting to become something I wanted him to do more often.

A low chuckle left him, and his fingers gripped my throat tighter again, and when he stopped moving, he stayed deep inside of me, not letting his cum flow out of me.

Instead, he leaned down to press his lips against mine, with his beard tickling my skin.

Kissing him started to feel normal, almost as if it was needed after his rough way of fucking me.

He was gentle, yet very determined.

But even though he was showing a whole different side of him in that moment, there was nothing changing between us.

He was still just a guy I liked to have fun with, and if I was being brutally honest, I didn’t think there would be more between us than this.

Sure, he was a somewhat nice guy when he didn’t act like a total asshole, but I was still eighteen. A relationship or even catching feelings for him wasn’t an option.

Think again, Val.

No. He doesn’t want that either, so why start hoping for something I knew would never happen?

His tongue moved against mine one last time before he stood up straight and finally pulled out of me.

But it wasn’t over yet, because no matter what we did, there was always something more to do.

He looked down at his cock, then raised a brow at me with question in his eyes. I wasn’t sure what he wanted at first, but when I moved my eyes to his still hard cock, I quickly realized what he wanted.

I got down on my knees, wrapping one hand around the base of it and then licking along his length to clean his own cum off it.

He watched me closely, his hand moving into my hair and whispering praises while I swallowed what was left on his shaft.

“Such a dirty little girl. You know exactly how to make me want more, hm? Damn tease,” he muttered, making me smile.

To think that other girls my age were now partying at a stupid frat house while I let a fifty-six-year-old fuck me all evening long never made me think there was something wrong with me.

I did this because I wanted it, with no one forcing me to.

That’s who I was, and it didn’t make me a whore.

I was living my life, being a woman, pushing my boundaries and giving my body what it wanted.

But just because I was so open about my sexuality and all the things I liked to do, didn’t mean I would push other girls to do the same.

It’s their body, and they should do what they’re most comfortable with.

When the last drop of cum was licked off his cock, Riggs pulled me back up on my feet and placed his hands on my lower back.

“You gotta go home,” he told me, and I quickly nodded.

Staying here wouldn’t be such a good idea, as Garett would come back home soon.

Besides, I couldn’t imagine myself sleeping next to Riggs without a third, fourth, or even fifth round of fucking.

No way we could sleep.

I nodded, placing my hands on his chest and smiling at him. “Tonight was great,” I told him, and his quick nod was enough of an acceptable answer.

We looked at each other for a while, then he cleared his throat and stepped away from me.

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