Page 37 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

“It means you know when we start, we fuck until we can’t move.”

I wiggled my eyebrows and took a sip of my coffee.

Riff had to pick a direction.

Kitchen.

Or living room.

He chose the living room.

Which meant he walked my way.

With that morningmeat stickof his bouncing inside his shorts.

I licked my lips like I hadn’t eaten in days.

Oh… fuck it…

I put my coffee cup down on the table, sat up straight and reached for Riff’s shorts.

I didn’t cup his cock or do something flirty.

No thanks.

I got to the point.

I pulled the front of his shorts down and let his monster jump free.

“What the fuck, Fi?” Riff asked.

“Are you going to complain?” I asked.

I pressed my lips to his thickened shaft.

My right hand grabbed from under his cock and I held him, feeling it getting stronger by the breath.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

“Good morning, Griffin,” I whispered.

I moved my lips to the head of his cock.

I opened my mouth and rolled my tongue over his head.

When I took him into my mouth, I groaned.

Riff sucked in a breath and let out a long hiss.

His fingertips touched my shoulders.

Then he grabbed my hair.

He used both hands to ball my hair up into knots.

I eased my mouth on him, taking more and more.

He felt endless.

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