Page 58 of They Will Fall

Riley grabs my head, using both hands as she forces friction to her core. Her hips roll and she cries out as she fucks my face. I dig my fingers deeper, desperate for her arousal so that I can stick my dick in her and fill her up with my cum. My free hand moves under her and grabs her ass, lifting her slightly, so I can push even deeper with my tongue.

Her cries grow louder and louder as I work vigorously until all her muscles tighten and she releases. Her walls tighten, working my fingers for every drop of pleasure they can deliver. Her legs shake until she relaxes into the mattress, melting just for me. I lick her clean, lapping up every last drop of her orgasm.

I watch her as she comes down, loving how sated she looks over what I’ve done to her. I keep staring at her as my body slides up hers and in one fluid stroke, my hardness presses into her warm, swollen pussy.

Riley gasps as I ease myself inside, pushing past the tight threshold. Once I'm fully seated inside her, I pulsate in rhythmic motions, moving the shallow end of my cock in and out of her tight hole.

“More, Maddox,” she begs as two arms wrap around my neck. I slide my hand up her shirt, wishing I’d removed it before we got started. But now that I’m in, I’m not leaving until I come.

My hips rise and fall and I pinch her nipple between my fingers. Just the sounds she makes has me thrashing into her while our lower halves clap together. Each fall into Riley has her gasping.

God, she feels so fucking good.

“I love fucking you, baby. Let me fuck you for the rest of my life.”

“Forever,” she chokes out in a breathless voice that makes my heart squeeze with happiness.

Just the word I wanted to hear.Forever.It will be my life’s mission to keep this girl happy and satisfied, while getting to satisfy myself at the same time.

My heart pounds feverishly as an insatiable need to combust overcomes me, tingles shooting throughout my body. My breathing quickens as I sink deep in her warmth. My cock pulsates as I let go, filling her up with my cum.

I exhale a pent-up breath and sink into her embrace. She holds me tightly, our hearts thumping in sync against one another’s.

We’re lying there in silence, enjoying the feeling of being so close, when Riley’s stomach growls.

“Shit, baby.” I lift up, my palms pressed to the mattress on either side of her. “You really were hungry.”

She smirks. “Little bit.”

I push myself off of her and roll off the bed. “Stay there. I’ll get something to clean you up.”

A minute later, I return with a warm washcloth. I run it up her sticky thighs, cleaning up the slick mess we made.

Riley watches me, smiling as I drag the washcloth up and down. “You’re such a gentleman.”

“Only because you deserve it, and more.”

Once she’s cleaned, we both get dressed—Riley in a clean pair of my boxers and a tee shirt, and me in just a pair of gym shorts.

“Now, let’s go get some food.” I throw my arms around her lower half and sweep her up, flinging her over my shoulder. Giggles escape her the entire way to the kitchen. And when I finally set her down in front of the stove, she pushes herself up on her tiptoes, thanking me with a kiss.

Riley says she wants pancakes, so we work together to make some. She pours the batter, then I pour the water while she stirs. It’s impressive how in sync we move with each other. There’s no communication needed as the next steps are taken; it’s like we just know.

The frying pan is already sizzling on the stove, so once the batter is clump-free she pours some on. The smell immediately hits my senses and my stomach growls. Riley’s eyes shoot over her shoulder from where she’s standing at the stove with a spatula in hand. “Sounds like you’re hungry, too.”

“Fucking starving. For you.” I wink.

She chuckles. “You just had me.”

“But I can never get enough.” I step behind her, wrapping my arms around her, and she relaxes into me. My chin rests on her shoulder and I draw in a deep breath of her scent mixed with the pancakes.

She flips the pancake over, placing the golden side face up, then she sets the spatula on the countertop and turns to look at me. My arms remain pinned to her hips, our noses nearly brushing. “I want to do this every day with you,” I tell her. “Sex. Pancakes. Kisses.”

Her eyebrows perk up. “Ending the night with snuggles and a back rub?”

“If that’s what you want, that’s what you get.” My voice is honest and sincere. This girl could ask for the world and I would find a way to shrink it just so she could carry it in her pocket.

We finish cooking, then eat the fruit of our labor at the dining room table. I stuff a forkful of syrupy pancakes in my mouth, speaking as I chew. “Good call on the pancakes.”

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