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Oh my god.
Not only was his mouth on me, but it was also amazing. Like out of this world, amazing. I didn’t know it could feel like that. Taylor Thompson did it once when we were dating, but it never felt anything like that.
I watch in awe as he strips himself naked. I notice that he takes extra care of his vest, but the rest of his clothes he just throws on the floor, some of them hitting beer bottles and causing them to roll around and knock over.
When he’s naked, I can do nothing but stare. I can’t even think. He’s beautiful. Absolutely stunning. He’s also covered in tattoos. Not just a little bit, but they are everywhere. They litter his entire body, and they are spectacular.
“Tanner,” he says, his voice low and almost sweet sounding even. Shifting my eyes from his torso, I slowly slide my gaze up his body to his eyes. “Take off your clothes.”
A shiver slides down my spine and I do as he demands. I strip out of my clothes, because not only did he ask me to, but I want to as well. I’ve never wanted to be completely naked in front of a man more than I do this one.
Peeling everything off, I toss them to the side, tube top, skirt, everything before I look back at him. He is watching me, again, like he’s an animal, and I am his prey. I love it. Sucking in a breath, I wait for the next order, but it isn’t given to me verbally.
“Riff,” I exhale as I face him.
His arm is moving, and I watch as he strokes himself a couple of times. He isn’t looking in my eyes though, his gaze is on my breasts as he does it. Then he lets out a groan. My gaze can’t look away from his action though.
He is beautiful, all of him.
Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I rise to my knees and without even thinking, without even contemplating what I’m doing, I lean forward, and I take him into my mouth. I’ve never really offered to do this before without being asked, or begged, or whatever from some guy I was dating.
But right now, I want to do this with him. I want to taste him the same way that he did me. All of him. Wrapping my lips around his tip, I swirl my tongue and wet him, then I open my mouth and take as much as I can of him down my throat.
I bob my head up and down, taking more and more with each stroke. I feel like I’m really doing something. I’m totally getting into it, enjoying it, and I even lift my hand and wrap my fingers around his base, squeezing, and moving my hand up and down with my mouth.
Then I feel Riff’s hands in the back of my hair. He grips the strands, holding my head still. “I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth now, buttercup. You good with that?”
My eyes widen, because I thought that’s what had been happening, but I don’t pull away or tell him no. I’m a bit confused, but in fact, I want that. I want exactly what he’s willing to give me. So, instead of fighting him, instead of trying to take control, or arguing about what is really going on, I relax my jaw and my throat as I look up at him.
“Good girl,” he rasps.
My entire being melts from his praise and he does exactly what he said he was going to do. He fucks my mouth. It isn’t hard and fast, it’s slow and methodical. His eyes stare into mine. The intensity is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.
I whimper, then moan around him. He continues to move, his thrusts starting to become erratic. Then suddenly he slides out of my mouth and his hand is wrapped around his length again. He strokes himself and then he moans as ribbons of cum land against my breasts.
It’s like nothing that’s ever happened before and maybe it should feel embarrassing or something, but it doesn’t. The way he looks at me, the way he watches as his cum coats my breasts, it makes me feel anything but embarrassed… I feel almost, dare I think…beautiful.
He makes me feel that way. He makes me feel gorgeous and I’ve only known him a matter of hours. He’s different, he’s everything opposite of every man I’ve ever known and yet… he’s imperfectly perfect for me.
It’s seriously stupid that I’m thinking this way after only knowing him for a few hours, but I can’t help myself. I can’t stop it.
