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The kiss consumes me and when she rubs herself on my hardened length; I know she’s ready for more. A small, unhappy mewl escapes her as I end the kiss to help her stand. She blinks her doe eyes up at me and when I sink to the ground and grip her thighs; she gasps in surprise. I’ve wanted a taste of her all damn week. I’ve wanted to bite and suck every inch of her sexy, lithe body. Training was a challenge because my dick was doing the thinking for me. It doesn’t help that she smelled like vanilla and sweet cherries, and her pussy was constantly around my arm or waist. I’m never going to be able to smell a cherry pie without thinking of Riley. Every damn more before I went to get her, I had to give myself a mental kick in the ass to keep it in my damn pants. Zander’s watched all week and I know it’s turned her on. My girl likes to be watched. Any time we wouldstart kissing, I would notice she would glance toward the camera before connecting her lips with mine.

Tonight, I’m letting my cock lead. There’s no more holding back. Both of us deserve this release, but I need to make sure she’s ready for me first. I know how big my dick is. I’ve had enough women over the years comment on the girth that I know I’m bigger than average. And I don’t want to hurt her. Maybe another day she may like the sting of pain, but tonight isn’t the night to find out. I attach my lips over her clothed core to suck and lick her, soaking through her already damn wet panties. Even the small taste of her is driving me insane. She digs her fingers into my hair and pulls me closer to her; her ragged breathing in my ear sends shivers down my spine.

“I wanna hear you, Hellcat. Moan for me, don’t hold back.”

She squeaks when I yank her panties to the side and dive in like a man starved. She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted in my life. Her pussy may be my newest addiction. I slide one finger into her and stroke her g-spot as she whimpers. Her fingers dig into my scalp as if she’s holding on for dear life. She’s warm and tight. So fucking tight. I pump in and out as I explore her with my tongue. Adding a second finger and her body grips me, trying to suck me in deeper. My dick jumps at the thought of getting to feel her softness wrapped around it.

“Oh God, Wes,” she pants, “don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begs. Her fingers dig into my hair and she holds my face against her, gyrating her hips to maximize her pleasure. I love a woman who takes what she wants.

I kiss, and suck, and lick, determined to bring her to the edge, and when her legs begin to shake, and her breathing turns into labored pants, I kick it up a notch. She’s milking my fingers and when I apply pressure to that sensitive spot inside her, all her muscles lock and she comes on the loudest fucking moan. I lookup at her, relishing because I put that blissful look on her face. God, she looks fucking beautiful coming on my fingers like this.

I make her ride the wave of her high, slowing, but not stopping until the last of her tremors subside. Her fingers relax in my hair and she pets me, using my body to keep her balance as her knees buckled the moment her orgasm washed over her. I slide her panties down and off, tossing them with the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Standing in front of her, I kiss her fingertips. Her eyes are dancing with mirth and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. It doesn’t last long before I kiss her, making her taste herself from my lips, and she hungrily does. I kick my jeans off and tug my boxers down, freeing myself. My dick settles between us, pulsing against her belly, begging to fuck her.

She reaches her hand down between us and stills when she can’t wrap her fingers all the way around it. With hooded eyes, I examine her. I see the concern—the hesitation and a thought hits me like a freight train.

“Are you a virgin?” I blurt.

“N-no.” She shakes her head, confirming her words. “But um,” she pauses and bites her lip, looking away from me. “I’ve, um, never been with someone so…endowed.” A blush rises to her cheeks as she keeps her eyes trained on me. “And it was only one time.” She waves her hand in front of her face like she’s batting away an old memory.

I can’t help the smile. She may as well be a virgin if it was only once. I love the fact she hasn’t been with many men. If I could have it my way, I’d be her last. Julien needs her for his plans. He doesn’t need to fuck her. “It’ll fit. But if you want to stop, tell me now.”

I might die if she tells me to stop, but I’ll never let her know that.

She shakes her head and unclasps her bra before crawling on the bed, and scooting her butt further up before resting on her forearms as she looks up at me in anticipation. I grab a condom from the drawer beside my bed. Before I roll it down, I swipe a bead of precum on my thumb and hold it out to her.

“Open.” I command as I crawl over to her.

She does and sticks her tongue out, licking and sucking my finger as I swirl it in her warm mouth. The way she's sucking on it is driving me crazy; I’m not sure I’ll last if she keeps this up. Hell, I’m not sure I’m going to last anyway, but why add fuel to the fire? Pulling my digit free, I roll the condom on and position myself on top of her. I drop my head to her breasts and take a pert nipple between my teeth, sucking hard. She moans and drops her head back on the bed, then wraps her legs around me.

I line myself up with her, slicking my dick up with her juices. She tenses as I press forward an inch, the tip of my cock barely inside her. Oh Jesus, it’s going to be a tight fight. I reach down and rub her clit in tight circles until she relaxes a little. I switch to her other breast and shower it with the same attention, slowly inching my way inside of her with each thrust of my hips. When I’m fully seated, I give her a moment to breathe through it, even though I want to fuck her hard and fast. But I know I’m going to want her more than once tonight and she’s not going to be able to if she’s sore.

“Are you okay?” I ask through clenched teeth. She probably doesn’t even realize she tightens around me with each inhale.

She nods and lifts her head, searching for my lips. “Kiss me, Wesley.”

I lower my face to hers, devouring her lips like she’s mine to consume, exploring her mouth as I slowly thrust in and out of her. This must be what heaven feels like, because I have never experienced something so earth shattering as having sex with Riley Whittier.

Too soon, my orgasm sits at the base of my spine. I know if I allow myself to, I’ll come in two seconds flat, but I want to feel her come on my cock. I want her to milk me as I pump everything into her.

I collar her throat, adding enough pressure until her breath comes out in a wheeze and she surprises me by moaning and holding on.

“Dirty girl. I knew you would be. What else turns you on, baby?”

She sighs and sucks my finger into her mouth, exploring, enjoying, lost in the moment. When she doesn't respond, I slap her cheek, stunning her into opening her eyes. Her irises are molten lava.

“What else?” I reach my hand between us and rub her clit. I’m getting close and there’s no way I’m getting there without her.

“D-dirty talk,” she finally answers.

I rub her harder and faster, working her body over. “You’re gonna come on my dick like a good little girl, do you understand? And one day, when you’re ready for it, I’m going to fuck your tight asshole. You’re mine, Riley. You feel like heaven, baby. So damn tight and perfect. Come on my cock,” I demand.

Her body shakes, and she pants as I ride her harder, slamming my aching cock deep within her. Over and over. I refuse to come before her. When her body tightens and her back bows, I know she’s there.

“Come for me, Riley. Now!”

And she does. Her eyes roll back and her entire body shakes, sending my orgasm spiraling out of me. I moan her name and pump until she drains every damn drop from my body and I lay half spent on top of her, my softening dick still nestled warmly in her. She lays still on the bed, clearly as worn out as me. And thenshe laughs. It’s small at first, but it bubbles until I can’t help but laugh with her.