Page 9 of RiffRaff's Reward

While my sex life with Duncan was okay, subpar at best, it was almost perfunctory at the end. Kind of like an, ‘oh, it’s Saturday night, let’s do it’ without any real spontaneity and minimal foreplay. With just a few kisses and some not-so-comfortable small talk, I’m beyond ready for RiffRaff.

I sit up so I can leisurely look at him, my gaze roaming across his muscular chest which has a smattering of chest hair. It’s not too much and not too little since he’s definitely all man, it’s just right as far as I’m concerned. He has a few tats on his pecs, but hisbiceps, which bulge nicely, have several, although his forearms are free of any ink. As my eyes continue moving down, I see his well-proportioned cock and wonder if it’ll even fit since it’s been ages for me.

“It’ll fit, darlin’,” he teases, bringing my attention back to his handsome face. My face feels hot, and I know I’m probably as red as a beefsteak tomato at this point, so I just shrug. “I can promise that by the time I slide into your delectable body, you’ll be able to handle me.”

A shiver courses through me at his gravelly pronouncement and I throw caution to the wind and take off my own pajama top, leaving my breasts bare to him. They’re not as perky as they were when I was younger and before I had Kimber, but I have a decent sized rack he approves of if the small wet spot on his sweats is any indication.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching out to gently caress first one then the other until my nipples are fully erect and aching for his touch. His hands are rough and calloused, yet his touch is almost reverent.

“I um… they aren’t like they were when I was twenty,” I whisper. “Neither is the rest of my body.”

While I willneverregret having my daughter whatsoever, pregnancy did a number on my body. My hips are fuller, I have a small pooch I’ve never been able to get rid of, there are silvery stretch marks underneath my boobs and across my lower abdomen where I carried her, and I’ve got a bit more junk in my trunk. Yet, RiffRaff doesn’t seem to give that first fuck.

“I’m not like I was when I was twenty either,” he admits. “I was a scrawny fucker and didn’t reach my full height until I was about twenty-five or so, then started packing on the muscle.”

“Just don’t want you to be disappointed,” I tell him, leaning down to capture his lips with mine so I can feel his chest hair against my nipples.

Ever since Kimber breastfed, they’ve been extremely sensitive, which is why I tend to wear a padded bra these days since the slightest breeze has them poking out.

“Not a fucking chance,” he replies once he comes up for air. “You good with me touching you?”

And, he just added another point in the pro column, not that I’m keeping score or anything. As soon as I nod, he starts his assault on my body which soon has me panting and writhing. Small kisses, nips, and licks have my nipples turning cherry red. He hasn’t even slipped my pajama bottoms off and I feel like I could detonate.

“RiffRaff,” I whimper. It feels like something is just out of reach, something I’ve never felt before by another’s hand. My biggest secret is I never had an orgasm with Duncan. He never went down on me, said it wasn’t his thing at all, so I learned how to fake it and he was so clueless, he bought it hook, line, and sinker.

I suspect this will be a completely different scenario based on how I’m already feeling.

“I’ve got you, Jilly,” he says.

CHAPTER FIVE

RiffRaff

She’s so fuckingresponsive to the slightest touch that I can already feel the head of my dick leaking like a sieve. I’ve always been in control of my body, so the fact that our somewhat simple foreplay has me already wanting to blow my load is mind boggling.

“How about I slide these off?” I question, my fingers running right under the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Her face and chest flushes slightly, causing me to chuckle.

“Uh huh,” she says, lifting her hips slightly so I’m able to drag them down her legs and toss them over the side.

As I sit back on my heels, my dick thudding against my lower abdomen and stomach, I can see how turned on she is since the apex of her thighs is slick with her arousal. Not only that, but her scent is heady and one I’m sure I’ll soon become addicted to, based on my body’s reaction.

“Fucking beautiful, Jilly,” I tell her, my eyes running up and down her body. Seeing the stretch marks on her lower belly has me smiling because she carried her little girl there, protected against the world until it was time for her to arrive. When she tries to cover herself from my gaze, I gently remove her hands and say, “No, ma’am, don’t try to ruin a perfect view.”

“RiffRaff, are you sure you don’t need glasses?” she teases.

“What you see as imperfections, I see as a beautifully formed woman who has been pregnant and given birth. Your breasts that you were lamenting about not being as firm as when you were younger? They nourished Kimber. How can that be anythingbutperfect? And your hips, babe, your hips are made for gripping onto as I fuck you from behind.”

“I don’t know what to say,” she admits. “I guess I never thought about it that way, to be honest.”

“Babe, what a real man wants is a woman who looks and feels like one, not some scrawny thing who can’t take a good fucking. Now, spread those pretty thighs and let me see the promised land.”

She giggles a little bit but opens her legs further, giving me a glimpse of heaven. For the rest of my life, I plan to remember this first time with her. As I drop down so I can settle my shoulders between her thighs, she shrieks a little and tries to pull me away. “You don’t have to do that, RiffRaff,” she says.

“Why, Jilly?” I ask, my breath wafting over her distended clit causing her to shiver as more of her essence coats her pussy lips and thighs.

“Because.”

“That’s not a good enough reason,” I reply, pulling out my president voice. I haven’t used it in years, to be honest, but I think it’ll always be there to call out on command. “Unless it’s something you don’t like, Jilly, I fully plan to feast on your pretty pussy.”

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