“If you don’t want me to shoot my cum down your pretty throat, you’re gonna need to stop.”
Oh, fucking challenge accepted. I suck harder this time, letting him take control of my head. He drives in harder and harder, tears falling down my face as I realize the wetness I feel between my thighs has nothing to do with my tears and everything to do with how turned on I am. I take him deeper, making him groan, stilling his hand as warm liquid hits the back of my throat. I let go, sliding his dick out of my mouth and pumping it with my hand instead, spilling his cum all over my chest.
Once he’s done, only a few drops left on the tip of his dick, I dart my tongue out and lick him clean.
He shakes his head, roaming my torso with his eyes. “If you didn’t want to swallow, you could’ve stopped,” he says.
I shake my head. “And miss seeing how hot you look when you come? No, thank you.”
He lifts me to my feet, tossing me back on the bed. “I can grab a towel, I just needed to breathe. Sorry I made a mess,” I add. I didn’t think this through, but it's too late now.
He climbs on the bed with me, shaking his head before bringing his tongue down to lick the first drop of cum off my chest. “I don’t need a towel,” he adds
How on Earth does he keep getting hotter?
He traces my body with his tongue, licking every drop of cum off me, paying extra attention to my breasts, making me squeeze my thighs, trying to find some friction. I don’t need to do it for long, because in no time, he’s finger fucking me instead, taking me to the highest high before I can protest.
I guess we didn’t need a condom after all.
25IS THAT ME?
Dom
Another nightI fell asleep with Riley in my arms. Another night I feel as guilty as it comes and another night I couldn’t seem to keep myself away. She’s the sweetest sin I can’t stop committing.
She usually crashes hard after I make her come undone several times, but now, she’s not here. I check the time on my watch—it’s shy of four in the morning.
Where is she?
I get out of bed, sliding on my now-dry sweatpants, and go on the hunt for her to no avail. I take a glass of water with me back to the room, ready to put the rest of my clothes on and see if she went for a run this early, when I see it. A dim light from under the door in the upstairs room. I walk up the stairs, and when I push the door open, I can't believe my eyes.
The wall once full of different random colors now features a landscape of the ranch, with the fence I was fixing when we first met, a sunrise rising behind it, and a man resting his back on the fence.
Riley’s painting, headphones on, adding three dots on the man’s chest, right above his nipple. In the same spot I have three moles.
I eye the painting again, and I don’t want to sound conceited, but I think she’s painting me.
I step closer to her, careful not to startle her but doing it anyway.
She jumps, dragging the paintbrush over the chest, adding a line as opposed to the careful dots she was adding.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” I say.
Her eyes frantically move from the painting to me, back to the painting.
She clicks a button on her headphones, sliding them off before saying, “You were not supposed to see this.” A red wave washes over her face.
“Is that?” I ask, and she nods.
“Sorry. I should’ve asked permission. But since I met you, I’ve been itching to paint you, and then I couldn’t sleep, and I’ve been restless, so I said fuck it and did it, and now you think I’m a stalker, and you’re never go?—”
“Stop,” I say, holding her shoulder again. “I’m flattered. But this is a huge painting. Your sister can’t see this.”
She breathes out. “I know. That's why I’m painting the hat bigger to hide the face. It could be anyone once I cover up your dark as night eyes.”
I don’t even know what to say.
“Do you think I’m weird? I’m sorry if this is weird. I was just inspired.”
