Page 106 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

My toes curled tighter. The backs of my legs tightened, shook, and tightened some more.

My toes slowly uncurled and I felt myself rising up onto them.

“Riff,” I purred. “Riff, you’re going to make me finish…”

“That’s the fucking point, Fi,” he said.

I let out a groan.

One more slap of his cock against my clit and stars began to dance in front of my eyes.

I let out a howling yell and my knees started to bend.

The man is making me come with his cock and it’s not even inside me!

Riff pulled back, then vanished for a moment.

Without thinking, my right hand moved from the wall to between my legs.

My middle finger touching my already swollen clit.

I came with a whimper.

I didn’t even notice at first that Riff had moved his right hand from my body.

Next thing I knew, he had his cock in his hand, lined up against my body.

With a thrust…

He took my body… and for fuck’s sake… he was starting to take my heart too…

I sat on the stool,my wet hair draped over my left shoulder.

I stared at the blank canvas.

I’d been holding the paintbrush for a good minute or two, just staring, not painting.

My body felt like I had just run a marathon.

Part of me wanted to sleep. Part of me wanted to scream.

Part of me wanted Riff to take me to bed and keep fucking me until I couldn’t move for days.

I demanded myself to paint.

Riff came out of the bedroom, shirtless.

He paused and smiled at me.

“I have to go,” I blurted out.

“Go? Where? Taking off?”

“No. I’m going to go see Demi.”

“The painting lady?”

“Yes, Riff.The painting lady.”

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