Page 35 of The Riley Effect

Just when I think he is about to add a second finger, he rubs his forefingers together as they hover over my face. He went from sweet and soft to dark and mysterious, and I am shocked by how much it turns me on.

“Is this what I do to you, Angel? You walk around all sweet and innocent, but I always knew you were soaking wet for me.”

He takes his forefinger into his mouth, sucking it off and then pulls it out with a pop.

“You taste so sweet.” He holds his thumb over my mouth. “You want a taste.” He wastes no time pushing his finger inside my mouth, making sure I leave no trace of how wet Jalen makes me.

Jalen moves to place a deep kiss on my center. I push myself up into him, telling him exactly what I want. His tongue slides down the length of me before he confesses.

“I’ve been fucking my hand to the memory of you standing in my living room for weeks,” He looks up at me, “but the real thingis so much better.” I’m a little taken back by his confession, but Jalen doesn’t seem to care.

“Yo…you..what?” Long controlled strokes have me forgetting what I wanted to ask. Jalen’s confidence is all-consuming. He doesn’t second guess what he is going to say or what he wants. He just takes it. And right now, I’m happy it’s me.

He groans, going to town tasting every inch of me.

He works a finger in and gives me no time to adjust before he adds suction to my clit. The hand not working me to bliss grips me in place as he adds a second finger.

“I’m so c..cclose” I get out through labored breaths.

“Don’t worry about being quiet, baby. They won’t remember hearing us in the morning.”

For some reason, the thought of Jalen’s roommates and Indy hearing us pushes me over the edge. With one more thrust of Jalen’s fingers, I’m coming. My body shakes as Jalen continues to work his fingers in me as I come down from the high.

His hooded eyes meet mine as he licks my juices off his fingers. “You taste so good, Vee. I needed a second taste.” After he cleans his finger, he looks in my eyes. “You were worth the wait.”

When he sits up, he places a chaste kiss on my forehead before leaning over me to open the drawer of his bedside table.

Condom in hand, he tells me, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. My night’s been perfect with you just being here.”

Right when I thought this man couldn’t be any more perfect, he one-ups himself. He’s not perfect because he just gave me the best orgasm of my life. It’s because he always makes sure I’m comfortable, and I know if I tell him no, he will listen. He respects that sometimes I get anxious but encourages me to push through it. He listens to me, and he makes me feel safe. He’s chipping away at a lifetime of pain.

I pull him down and capture his lips with mine. “I need an answer, Ivy,” he says with his lips still pressed to mine.

“Yes,” I began to stroke the large bulge pressing against his sweatpants. “I’m sure.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. I work his pants down his legs, but it must be too slow for Jalen because when I tug his sweatpants off, he doesn’t wait for me to bring my hands back to his boxers.

“Well, that’s one way to set a mood,” I joke before reaching out for Jalen’s cock. I stroke the smooth skin a couple of times, making sure to trace the long vein that runs down it before running my tongue across the tip and licking up the salty bead of precum that drips from the tip.

“As much as I love those soft lips wrapped around my dick, I’m not coming in your mouth tonight.”

I force my legs together, trying to ease the throbbing. He rips the condom open and rolls it on himself. He instructs me to lift my hips as he grabs the pillow he was using while watching the movie and places it under them.

I notice how big he really is when he rises to his knees. I’ve always known Jalen is big, I mean, there aren’t many six-foot-five men strolling around campus, but damn, this man is impressive. It’s not often that I feel small, but I feel protected underneath Jalen’s muscular frame.

Our eyes lock as I eagerly take in his length. Slowly, he pushes his thick cock into me, inch by inch. I moan as he fills me up. He gives me little time to adjust before he quickens his movements. My hips snap to meet his movements, pulling me closer and closer towards another high. We work together, moving me closer to my second orgasm.

“You feel so fucking good, Ivy. Your pussy was made for me. Look how good you take me.”

I look at the place where we’re connected, mesmerized by how good he feels thrusting into me. I tug him back, forcing his lips to mine. He kisses me like a man possessed, and I can’t get enough. I tug at his bottom lip. When he moans, I slip my tongue in to meet his.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” his voice is strained. He takes his hand that’s resting on my hip and slips it between us to rub my clit, adding another dimension to my high.

“Come on, baby, come for me one more time.” His words set me on fire. He cries my name as his body pulses around me. Jalen loses any composure he has left. His thrusts become sloppy until his body shakes, and he empties himself. I scream his name as I come for the second time.

His body collapses on top of mine. We lay chest to chest as Jalen takes a second to catch his breath before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

You’re the one that I want (you are the one I want)

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