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Fuck. I launch myself onto the bed so fast that I almost overshoot and land my ass on the floor.
Devyn laughs so hard she snorts. “Smooth.”
I’m pretty sure I look embarrassed—because I am—but I decide to cover it with redirection. I
roughly grab her hips and hook her knees over my shoulders. With zero hesitation, I lick her from end to end, up and down, over and over. I eagerly lap her sweet cream and fuck her with my tongue. She’s squirming and moaning and clawing at the bedding. I spread her thighs further and insert two fingers, pumping them in and out. Her juices coat my fingers and leave a wet spot on the bed. I flatten my tongue and trace circles over her clit in time with the pumping of my hand. I look up and almost lose my shit when I see her staring down at me with pure ecstasy in her gaze.
“Oh, Riley! I’m going to come so hard.”
“Mmm,” I murmur. “Give it to me, baby.”
Devyn stiffens suddenly, grabbing my hair and clapping my ears with her thighs. I slow my pace until her limbs relax over my shoulders and kiss a path up her torso until I reach her mouth.
She reaches up and bites my bottom lip. “That was unbelievable.”
“You’re unbelievable. I feel like the luckiest bastard in the world right now.”
She smiles brightly and lifts her hips to meet my erection. “Riley, I need you.”
I rub the head of my dick through her lower lips and moan. “Right there with you, baby.”
I slip just the tip inside of her and groan. “You feel so good.” She arches her back to drive me in further. I slip in easily because she’s so fucking wet. Her pussy grips me like an iron fist, holding on tight as I pull out slowly. Fuck, this feels so good. Too good. “Shit!” I pull out quickly and sit back on my legs.
Devyn sits up, confusion marring her features. “What’s wrong? What just happened?”
I look down at my lap. “No condom. I didn’t think to bring any.”
She smiles. “It’s okay, Riley.”
“You have some?” Okay, I definitely don’t like the thought of using one of Jackson’s leftover rubbers but at the moment, I’ll take what I can get.
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t. But I have an IUD. My chances of getting pregnant are less than they would be if I were on the pill. And I’m clean. I’ve only been with one other person besides you and we were safe.”
I appreciate the fact that she’s not using his name while my dick is wet with her cream. “I’m good too,” I say quickly. “There haven’t been many since…since you and me. And I’ve never done this without a condom but I got tested regularly anyway.”
She climbs onto my lap and grins. Ever so slowly, she lowers herself onto my cock until I’m balls deep inside of her. “So shut up and enjoy the ride.”
My hands grip the mattress behind me for balance. She rides my dick without restraint, swiveling her hips at the tip before slamming back down. “Oh, fuck!”
My self control completely vanishes as she flexes her internal muscles. I grab her hips and surge upward. Her tits are bouncing in front of my face, tempting me, but I can’t stop staring into her eyes as I thrust in and out. I ram into her mercilessly, unable to slow down. My need to mark this woman is blinding. She’s taking everything I’ve got with so much enthusiasm. She’s being as quiet as possible but in no way reserved.
I know she’s close when she bites her lip and her lids become hooded. “Oh, Rye.”
I shift so I’m pressing her back into the mattress and I lift her leg over my shoulder. Fuck, she’s so much tighter like this! “Devyn.”
Our bodies slap against each other as I drive into her fast and hard. She stiffens beneath me again as her body clenches around my dick. I groan and move faster until I feel my own orgasm building in my lower back. Suddenly, I’m coming with her. In her. I glide in and out a few more times until the last pulse of my climax wanes. My arms give out and I fall on top of her. She doesn’t seem to notice though.
I pull back and lightly kiss her cheeks, her chin, her nose, and finally her lips. “I love you, Devyn.”
She smiles sweetly as a single tear runs down her cheek. “I love you, Riley.”
DEVYN
“MMM, GOOD MORNING,” I mumble sleepily. I have no clue what time it is but I can see the sun peeking through my bedroom curtains.
Riley presses into me from behind as he continues kissing the back of my neck. “I’m certainly trying to make it one.”
I gasp when his fingers roam south and find my sensitive bud. He rubs me with expert precision until I’m a slippery hot mess of pure desire. Just as my body begins to tighten, Riley enters me from behind and we groan in unison. I come apart the second he’s inside of me, filling me to the brink. My skin is slicked with sweat as we lazily bump and grind against each other, his lips and hands trailing over me in sweet caresses. I can’t help but marvel over how well we fit together. Riley said it once before—that we’re so in sync like nothing he’s ever known—but this is far more powerful. This is the textbook definition of making love. Riley McIntyre—the self-proclaimed king of fling—is making love to me. I feel it with every fiber of my being.
