His rumbly chuckle heats my core. “What’s that?”
“I have a small mouth, and you might break my jaw.” It’s hard not to compare cocks when I had Jesse’s down my throat just yesterday. If his was a sleek convertible with a crooked tip that I know will hit my G-spot during doggy, Riley’s is more of the biggest model work truck. One of those lifted ones with girth. He laughs again.
“You’re not the first to turn me down,” he says.
I make an annoyed noise. “I said nothing of the sort. I would never turn you down.”
“Please don’t break your jaw,” he replies. “Jesse would murder me.”
I pull him in my mouth and desperately try to keep my teeth out of the way. He moans and thrusts his hips. It’s hot under the covers, but there’s no way I want him watching as I fight to make this work. I slide him down as far as I can, choking I push him past what used to be my gag reflex. My eyes water, but I swallow him down, focusing on breathing through my nose. Carefully, I move my head up and back. He makes a noise of pleasure, and a burst of satisfaction rolls down my spine.
He pushes the covers off and I’m too busy trying not to die to care. He watches me eat his dick for another minute or so before he groans. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.” His tone is a growl, and I let my gaze meet his. It’s intent, focused, it’s still sunny and encouraging though. “I want to come inside you while making you feel good at the same time.”
I pull off him, gently, but my teeth still rub his shaft at the end. He doesn’t balk. He must be used to teeth, I realize. Ole’ missile cock isn’t new to him. “Is that, is that allowed?” I wipe my mouth with my finger, and he watches, wide eyes filled with wonder. He merely smiles, and it turns my stomach inside out. The smile. It’s wicked. Powerful. “Last night you weren’t sure,” I add, trying to gauge where the conversation is going.
“Last night you weren’t on my dick with that mouth of yours.”
I wipe a bead of precum off his head and smooth it over my lips like gloss. “Last night you weren’t surewe were there yet.” I pause. “We are?”
Another a smirk. “Get on.”
I straddle him and have to lift one knee to position him at my dripping pussy. Riley must sense my hesitation at his size because he grabs my hips. “I’ll do it.”
I might have been a prostitute, and I’ve seen many a dong in my day, but nothing ever like what Riley possesses. Most of my Johns wanted blow jobs, and my cunt has never welcomed a guest of this size before. I anticipate the sting when he lowers me a fraction of an inch. “Would this be better from the back?” I ask, hissing when his hands tighten on my hip bones to hold me in place.
I flinch, closing my eyes hard then opening them. The morning light is streaming through a floor to ceiling window that doesn’t have any coverings. “This is the best way to start,” he says, eyes alight with mirth.
“You love this,” I exclaim.
The corner of his mouth tilts up. Just one side. A sarcastic grin as he pushes me down. “Tell me when it starts to feel good and I’ll fuck you however you want, lamb.” This time when he calls me lamb, a wave of pleasure spreads. The man cares about me, and even if I can’t make sense of it, I don’t have to. I don’t know how I want him to fuck me. I’ve never done it for me. For pleasure. I swallow hard and sink down lower, closing my eyes.
“Talk to me,” I whisper, panting as he fills me—quite literally. “Your voice turns me on.”
He pushes me up and lets my weight pull me back onto him. “Once upon a time,” he starts, and a smile creeps to my lips. Is the prince telling me a fairytale? “There was a beautiful woman trapped in a cold tower.” He keeps his words steady.
“What does she look like?” I ask as he thrusts into me. The initial stinging has given way to the pressure of the ridge of his shaft rubbing my G-spot every time he presses against it.
“She’s slim, has these insane curves,” he says, hands gliding over my waist. “Her face is perfect. She has these pillow lips and big eyes that look like an angel. Her ass is straight fire.” He smacks my ass with one hand. “Her pussy is tight and the prettiest thing he has ever had the pleasure of eating, but the most spectacular part of the woman trapped in the tower is her heart.” I open my eyes after he says the last word, to be in this moment with him. “It’s not tainted.”
Riley’s hands still on me. “She’s been through a lot, but she’s still strong and good.”
“Because a prince came to her rescue,” I say, breathless, now that my clit is pressing against his pubic bone.
He shakes his head, lips in a firm line. “A king claimed her as his own. Kings protect what belongs to them. Kings grant wings to those in their possession, they don’t trap them.”
I lose my breath, and my head swims as I process his statement. Riley reaches up with one arm and grabs my neck. He pulls me down, still buried inside me, and kisses me. It’s methodical, it acts as punctuation to his promise. The warmth in his kiss tastes like freedom and I didn’t realize how much I needed it until this second. I’m not trapped. I’ll never be trapped. He bites my bottom lip as he pulls away from my mouth. “Now tell me your favorite way to be fucked.”
I’m filled by him, but I feel hollow.I don’t know. I really don’t know the answer to his question. “I’m not sure,” I say honestly. “I don’t know which is my favorite.”
“Let’s find out,” Riley says, flipping us carefully so he doesn’t slide out of me. I’m ensconced in the warm spot where he just was, my head on his pillow. He juts his hips forward and I moan, but he dips his head and kisses me to shut me up. The morning sun gets a little brighter every time I open my eyes, and I can see him so clearly. Gaze locked on my face, ocean eyes drowning me with emotions. If I felt nothing last night, right now I feel everything. I’ve adjusted to his size, and I match his thrusts, one after another. A carnal grin covers his mouth when he realizes I want more–can handle what he’s giving, and that I’m loving it. “There we go,” he whispers, lips brushing mine as he dips in to kiss me.
“This feels good,” I admit when he finds a pace and doesn’t stray from it. “I’m going to come.” I let my lashes flutter open, and I’m met with his beautiful face, all hard lines glowing in the morning light. He’s looking at me like I’m the only other human in the world. Raising my chin, I ask for a kiss, a request he grants, tongue thrashing with mine.
“Do you want a story now?” Riley asks.
“Almost,” I say, slamming my eyes closed as the first waves of my orgasm knock against my insides. I cling to him, nails clutching his shoulder blades as I come apart around his cock. He’s thick and buried so deep it feels like we’re one person, if only for this moment. The waves are still clutching him when he tells me he’s coming. His shaft pulsating, creating more pressure against my insides. Riley makes a guttural noise before burying his head in the crook of my neck, as he pushes into me even though there’s nowhere left for him to go.
His breath is warm against my slick skin, and his heart is hammering against my body, lulling me into a sense of security I’ve never felt the likes of. “The tower isn’t cold anymore,” he says. “The princess is hot. She has her wings and can do anything she pleases.” Riley kisses my neck and up my jaw until his mouth collides with mine. He reaches between us as he pulls himself from my body, carefully.