Page 22 of Robbin’ the Rich

This time, she didn’t try to stay composed. She cried out my name as I sucked her clit into my mouth while pushing in a second finger. The sound of my name on her lips was officially my favorite thing.

I continued my ministrations, paying attention to her responses. My movements varied, alternating between slow licks with a flat tongue and small, quick flicks. I wanted—no needed—to learn exactly what drove her crazy.

When I sucked her into my mouth again, those muscular thighs closed around my head. Her hands tangled in my hair while she gasped my name, shifting against the sheets with every touch until finally she shattered again with a sharp breath that felt like victory.

And somehow, watching her come undone like that only made me want her more. I crawled back up her body slowly afterward, kissing her hard while she was still trembling slightly beneath me.

Her fingers slid down my back as I reached her mouth and claimed it with a kiss. She moved to open the drawer in her nightstand and pulled out a condom. I took it from her and smoothed it down my cock, only slightly distracted by her continued kisses.

I still couldn’t believe this was happening. I broke the kiss to look at her. Dark hair pooled around her head, and her piercing green eyes drew me in. She was going to be my undoing… and I couldn’t wait.

I pressed into her slowly, and every coherent thought left my body.

Robin made the softest sound beneath me, my forehead falling against her while I fought not to completely lose my mind right there.

“Oh god,” she breathed.

Yeah. Exactly. Nothing could’ve prepared me for this.

For her.

For the overwhelming heat of her wrapped around me while she looked up at me like I was something she wanted to devour whole.

Life-changing honestly felt like an understatement.

5

ROBIN

Iwas orbiting in an entirely different solar system as he sunk into me. There was something about him I didn’t expect that had me barely hanging on.

He ate pussy better than any man I’d ever been with, and now his dick felt like it was made just for me. He began to move slowly, pumping in and out.

“Does that feel good?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Fuck, Micah, just fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And he did just that. He started pounding into me. The feel of him sliding in and out, the heat building in my core, and the sound of our skin slapping was all there was. But I needed something more.

He lowered his head and kissed me as he stayed his course.

This man. He was so fucking unexpected. I grabbed his shoulders and we rolled. We stayed connected, but now I was on top. The look of surprise in his eyes gave way instantly to desire.

I took his hands and pinned them over his head as I began to rise and fall. A soft whimper left him as he looked up at me with lust drunk eyes.

“Do you like that?”

“Fuck… I like everything about you.”

I kissed him before putting my hands on his chest and riding him. My rise and fall turned into rocking and grinding as I got closer. He grabbed my hips and thrust up into me, somehow knowing exactly what I needed. I ground my clit on him, so ready to come again. His brow furrowed as he watched me.

“Robin, fuck, you’re so sexy.”

I bent down and kissed him. He kept one hand on my hip but moved the other up my back until he was cupping my head and directing the kiss.

That was it, I pulled up and writhed on him as pleasure took over. His hand that had been cupping the back of my head found my nipple and pinched it. That sent me over into another orgasm.