“You taste so good,” he says as he devours me with long licks and intense suction.
The sensation is overwhelming, causing my insides to liquefy, feeling fluttery, dizzy. His tongue strong and firm, knowing how to handle my most delicate part.
“Riley…” I moan out, unconsciously moving my hand to reach for him.
He breaks his focus on my pussy, to my disappointment. “I said keep your hands on the table, gorgeous. You don’t want to be…punished, do you?”
“Depends on what the punishment is,” I tease.
He steps backwards, putting space between us. Achingly too much space. I glance back and he looks smug, looking at me bare. Smirking, he notices the look of need on my face. “So, where do your hands go? Take your time. I could keep looking at you like this all night.” He palms his dick through his sweats.
I know I won’t win from this position anytime soon, so I place my palms back on the table near my head, my arm obscuring my view of him.
Feeling his presence behind me, he places his palms outside mine, caging me in. His face drops to my ear, and in a gravelly voice, he utters, “Good girl.”
I clench and writhe all over.
He stays hovering over me as his palm trails down my back. He squeezes my ass, putting pressure on it, pushing my hips into the hard table. His fingers move to my pussy as he strokes it, sending pulsing electricity to my core. Sinking two fingers in, I’m engorged and sensitive as he pumps into me, building me up.
Writhing underneath his stilled body, the pressure builds, panting, moving my hips for more friction, using my palms on the table for leverage.
“Fuck…” I breathe.
“I want to come with you,” he says, sliding his fingers out of me. I feel his cock pushing against my pussy, straining and desperate to rub skin to skin. The ripping of a condom packet and the move of his hips away from me are the only time his body isn’t pressed against mine. I feel the head of his cock at my entrance.
I am so wet his cock slips in with no resistance. From this angle, I feel him enter me so deeply, guttural moans come out again in quick succession. Feeling like he is reaching every millimetre of my pussy. The sensation is extreme and intense. He continues to squeeze my ass as he thrusts into me. I can feel my climax climbing. My forehead presses against the hard, cool table as I move with his thrusts.
I moan again, so close to erupting. His hands sink into my hips again and apply pressure on them, the table pushing back against me. “I’m going to come,” I breathe, and I can’t hold my orgasm any longer as it takes over, crying out against the hard table and glad I have something to push my hands down on. He reaches his orgasm, grunting long and loud.
He tilts down and rests his head against the side of mine. “Fuck, you are incredible,” he breathes out, kissing my cheek, my neck.
Standing up, he effortlessly and elegantly helps me up. Bending down in front of me, he lifts my pants up, fixing them for me, gently as his large hands clasp the delicate fasteners. Oncehe is finished, he runs his hands up my legs, setting his eyes on mine. That wicked smile creeps across his face.
“Never done anything like that in here.”
Laughing, I add, “First for me, too.”
Reaching down, I run my fingertips down his jaw, enraptured by the look he's giving me. Like he's lost in his thought. An internal struggle. He turns and kisses my palm before rising to his feet.
“Can I carry anything for you?” He motions to my devices that have sprayed over the table.
“No need. I can use my birthday present!” I wink at him and produce my laptop bag, collecting everything into it.
“What a considerate gift! This person must know how to gift great birthday presents.”
“And he is so modest.”
24
Riley
September – Sydney Motorsport Park, NSW
“We don’t want to be a bother, dear,” Mum mentions for the millionth time.
“Mum, honestly, it’s no bother. The team is looking forward to seeing you and Dad. Koby wouldn’t have given me these VIP passes for you both if it was an issue.” I wave the lanyards in the air to emphasise them.
“Well, we can turn up later if you want to, so we aren’t in your hair,” she adds.
