Page 134 of Hometown Halftime

He pulls back, fingers slowing in my pussy, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

“I love watching you come. So fucking pretty.”

My chest rises and falls as I fill my lungs with air. Riley picks my foot up off his shoulder, kissing the inside of my ankle before lowering my shaky leg. He rises to stand between my legs and kisses me. The taste of whipped cream and my arousal on his tongue sends a fresh wave of want through my body.

A playful glint crosses his eyes as he looks at the can of whipped cream, now on its side beside me on the counter. He picks it up and shakes it gently before he steps back to lean against the island across from me. His cock is thick and hard and pointed straight at me, making my mouth water.

He grips his length then hisses as he sprays a circle of whipped cream on the head of his dick.

“Clean it up, Kitten.”

Don’t have to tell me twice.

I jump down and step into his space and, without shame, drop to my knees in front of him. My hand replaces his, gripping the base, relishing at how hard he is. Then I wrap my tongue around the crown of his cock and slowly lick him clean. All I taste is the sweetness of the cream until I lick the salty pre-cum from his tip.

“Fucckkkkk,” he says through gritted teeth.

I flatten my tongue and slide it from the base to the head.

“Do you want my mouth, Riley?”

He throws the can of whipped cream onto the island, and it topples over, rolling onto the floor.

“Yes, Kinsey. Suck my cock, fucking please,” he says desperately.

His words have my body wound tight as I wrap my lips around him and start slowly. Riley's hand slips into my ponytail, his fingers curling gently through the strands while he watches me with an expression that makes my sex throb. I rest my hands on his thighs and find a steady pace, unable to look away from him for long. Every sharp breath and every small reaction feels like praise washing over me, and by the time the taste of pre-come touches my tongue, I'm just as captivated by him as he seems to be by me.

“God, Kinsey, that fucking mouth.” His head tilts back as I swirl my tongue around the crown. “I’m not going to last long.”

I slide off and say, “I want you to come in my mouth.”

His eyes snap to mine, and I smile before taking him deep into my throat. Every suck, every gentle thrust of his hips has him closer. I can see it in the frantic look in his eyes, in the way his hips break their rhythm, and feel it in the muscles of his thighs quivering beneath my touch.

“Shit, I’m going to—I’m going to come, Kinsey.”

He thinks it’s a warning, but I see it as a reward.

I feel him pulse inside my mouth and let his moans and the sound of my name vibrate through me as I swallow everything he gives me. When he’s spent, I slide off, placing soft kisses along his length then up his abs, over his pecs until he wraps his arms around me.

“I think you’ve ruined me, Kinsey,” he tells me as he kisses my hair.

I lean back to look up at him. “Watch out, Weston. You’re going to inflate my ego.”

He tucks the strands of hair that broke free of my ponytail behind my ears.

“It’s well-deserved.”

The moment is sweet and intimate as he looks in my eyes.

Then, he bends down to hook his arms behind my legs and throws me over his shoulder. I let out a yelp and a laugh breaks free from my chest.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going to take a shower and then we’re going to bed. We’re a sticky mess thanks to your antics.”

“Hey, you were just having a hell of a good time with my antics a second ago,” I say as we start up the stairs.

He playfully slaps my bare ass.