Page 21 of Robbin’ the Rich

My head fell back, lost in the pleasure of her mouth. She began to work me with one hand as her tongue made swirls on the tip of my cock. I groaned and rocked my hips ever so slightly.

Then she took more of me into her mouth. She pulled off with a pop and glided her hand over my slick shaft. It felt like heaven. Then she put her mouth back on me and got to work. I could already feel the build at the base of my spine. This was not going to take long.

“Robin–” I panted as I brushed her hair off her face. She looked up at me and sucked hard enough to hollow her cheeks.

“Oh my god, I’m going to come.”

She pulled off and worked my cock with her hands as I came all over her chest. She looked up at me and picked up the discarded nun’s habit and wiped it away. Why was that so hot?

Robin rose smoothly to her feet again while I stood, still trying to recover enough brain function to form complete sentences. Her lipstick was ruined now, eyes dark and sharp and entirely too satisfied with herself.

“You okay there, Father?” she asked softly.

I laughed breathlessly. “I think I saw God actually.”

That got a real laugh out of her. Then she grabbed the front of my shirt and kissed me for the first time.

I didn’t understand how it was possible that kissing her hit even harder than everything before it, but the second her mouth touched mine, something low in my chest gave way completely. Robin kissed like she did everything else. Confidently. Intentionally. It was like she wanted to consume the experience whole.

I cupped her face instinctively, deepening the kiss while she pressed closer, fingers already clumsily working at the buttons of my shirt. Her tongue invaded my mouth like a welcome intrusion. I sucked on her tongue which elicited a moan from her. Instantly that moan became one of my favorite sounds.

She pulled back and bit my lip. Then our costumes finally started disappearing piece by piece between heated kisses and breathless laughter. Her robe hit the floor first. My collar somewhere after that. Then her skirt followed by her fishnets until there was only warm skin beneath my hands.

By the time we fell onto the bed together, I was half convinced I’d permanently lost the ability to think. Not that I particularly cared at the moment.

Robin stretched beneath me with a quiet sound that nearly wrecked me all over again as my hands wandered across her body, exploring her slowly now instead of stealing glances across crowded bars. Her body was soft and lush, but also powerful. The duality of it was intoxicating.

And god, she responded to everything. Every touch, every kiss, every drag of my fingers against sensitive skin pulled another reaction from her like she physically couldn’t hide what she felt.

I cupped her breast with one hand and covered the other with my mouth, sucking the dusty peak into my mouth. She fisted my hair, holding me close, which was fine. I could stay her sucking on her perfect tits all night.

But more than that, I wanted to bring her pleasure. I wanted to watch her tremble knowing I was the cause. I lightly bit her nipple as I slid my other hand down to the apex of her thighs as another breathy moan left her.

I cupped her sex as she rolled her hips into my hand. I slipped a finger between her folds. She was already wet. I dipped a finger inside of her before adding another, not pushing too far in quite yet. Again, she rolled her hips moving me in a bit deeper. I pulled out fully and began to work slow circles over her clit.

I kissed my way up her body as I circled her nub. Her breaths turned to small pants.

“Harder,” she groaned.

She moaned as I followed her instructions. I swallowed it with my mouth as I kissed her deep and strong. Her legs closed around my hand and I pulled away, needing to see what she looked like.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I witnessed. Her gaze was hazy and her plump lips were parted. She looked softer than I had expected.

I loved that. I loved the way her sharp edges softened just slightly when pleasure pulled her apart. I loved the way she looked at me afterward like she couldn’t quite believe I’d figured out exactly how to make her unravel.

By the time she came apart beneath my hand the first time, my own pulse was so unsteady I could barely breathe.

But Robin only grabbed me closer afterward, flushed and smiling slightly as she caught her breath.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured against her mouth.

“You should be grateful I’m rewarding good behavior.”

I laughed softly against her lips before kissing her again.

Then I moved lower. I wanted to make her come again. I wanted to make her come all night. Robin’s breath caught as I settled between her thighs, and the sound nearly destroyed whatever remained of my self-control. I pushed her knees wide and there, like a dream before me, was her glistening pink pussy. I was living a dream. Already hard again, I let a finger trace down her seam.

I pushed a finger inside, feeling how tight and wet she was for me. Robin stifled a moan as her body shifted. I wanted more. I wanted a taste, so I took it.