Page 10 of RiffRaff's Reward

Blushing she replies, “I don’t know if I like it or not.”

Holy shit, she’s implying that her ex never ate her out? What a fucking tool. Not that I wasn’t already thinking that since he cheated on her, but to electnotto enjoy something that’s so natural is beyond my comprehension.

“Then let’s find out, shall we?” At her nod, I lower my head and run my tongue through her soaked folds before lightly flicking it against her clit, which elicits a low moan. Encouraged, I do it again then once more until I feel her hands latch onto my head and pull me closer.

Thankfully, I shave my scalp because I suspect she’d be pulling out my hair by the roots as I continue my ministrations. When her moaning increases, I slip my index finger into her warm, wet sheath and start moving it in a slow, steady rhythm as I continue licking and kissing her pussy and clit. Her moans increase and I can feel her channel start to flutter, which is practically strangling the finger I’m currently using to fuck her with. I add a second digit and hear her soft inhale but when I find her G-spot and start stroking it, she starts keening my name as her orgasm hits.

“Ohgodohgodohgod,” she moans, her hips thrusting into my mouth as I start easing off slightly so she can come back down. When she shivers and tries to pull away, I kiss her pussy one last time before I raise up and grin down at her.

“Well, is that something you’ll want to do again?” I ask as I reach down to the side of the bed and find my jeans.

“Yeah.” Her response comes out on a sigh and when I look at her after grabbing a condom from my wallet, I see she already looks sated and well-loved.

“Want more?” I tease as I quickly slide the condom down over my dick.

“Please,” she says, sounding prim and proper but definitely looking wanton.

Moving over her so I’m once again nestled between her thighs, I hold my dick and place it against her entrance. “Once we do this, there’s no going back, Jillian. You’re mine, do you understand?”

“I think so,” she replies.

“It means you’ll be my ol’ lady, sweetheart,” I tell her. There’s no fucking way I’m ever letting her go, even though I’m not quite ready to bring her around the club.

“RiffRaff?” she asks.

“Yeah, babe.”

“Shut up and fuck me.” Then, she adds, “Please.”

I’m laughing as I enter her because she rarely curses out loud, probably because of Kimber, so to hear her demand I fuck her is funny as hell. Still, by the time I’m fully embedded inside her body, my pubic bone pressed against her clit, I’m no longer laughing.

The sensations are unlike anything I remember, and I’ve fucked a lot of women in my life. But none of them compare to theenchanting female who’s currently writhing beneath me as she tries to get me to move.

“Need me to do something, Jilly?” I tease.

“Move?” she asks. “At least, I think that’s what you’re supposed to do now.”

“Minx,” I growl out before I take her lips in a crushing kiss. As I begin to thrust in and out of her, I realize I’m too close to exploding and need to slow my own roll before I embarrass myself.

I rebuild a carburetor in my head while I kiss her, nip her chin and then lower my lips to suck on first one then the other nipple as I drive her passion higher and higher. If the nails currently scoring my back are any indication, she’s riding that train up the mountain again and as soon as I can get her to blast off, I’ll let myself go.

“Feels good,” she pants out, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. “I’m so full, RiffRaff, and I think I’m going to come again.”

“Yeah, you are,” I reply, my own breath coming out in short pants. I slip my hand between us and add a little pressure around her clit, hear her voice hitch as her back arches up, and she keens out my name as her pussy strangles my dick. My spine tingles, my balls draw up and I join her, grunting my release out while being sure she rides hers all the way through.

Finally spent, I collapse on top of her, my forearms keeping me off her body just enough so I don’t squish her, lean down and kiss her, while sweat rolls down both of our faces.

“Damn,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Damn is right,” I whisper.

Since I feel like I want to collapse, I roll so she’s on top, sprawled across my body, our limbs entwined as I remain buried in her body. My hands roam across her back and her ass while we both try to regain our ability to draw in air without sounding as though we smoke three packs a day.

Eventually, I move her so I can dispose of the condom, then crawl back into the bed and draw her into my arms after pulling the covers over us. As we drift off into a sex-induced nap, I whisper, “We’ll get some rest then go for another round.”

“Sounds perfect,” she mumbles, her eyes already closed.

You haven’t lost your touch, old man,I think to myself. But I truly expect that the reason it was so fucking good this time is because it was her.

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