Page 81 of Shattered Hearts
“Since when, Riley?”
Riley rises off of me and hops out of the tub. She doesn’t say anything. Just grabs a towel and pads toward my open bathroom door. She’s…running away? She’s so embarrassed, she’s chosen to flee.
I’m out of the tub, marching after her in seconds. I reach for the towel she’s dressed herself in and rip it off.
“Hey!” While she’s protesting, I shut the door shut.
I push her back to it. She looks like a mouse I’ve caught by the tail. “Since this morning?”
She closes her mouth, her lips pressing into a meek little line.
“More silent treatment?” My hands go for her ass and lift until her legs fold around my waist. “You know I’m not going to put you down until you tell me.”
I dunk my cock back inside her, and her eyelids fall closed. “Oh my god…”
Bracing us against my closed bathroom door, I uppercut her pussy with my length. Her moans echo through my bathroom like my favorite song.
“Since last night at the diner?” She’s sitting across from me in my memory. I watch her laugh on replay.She’s wanted to ride my cock since then?
But Riley refuses to answer. I know if I guess correctly, it will show all over her face. She’s easy that way.
“Since before the diner…” I think back to her apartment. Seems like ages ago now. “Since we kissed at your apartment?”
I knock into her pussy with my waist, over and over, but she doesn’t reveal anything.Why does she have to be so fucking stubborn?But wait, is she saying she’s wanted to ride my cock sincebeforewe kissed the second time?
This is really starting to bug me. I rush through every memory we have, but all of them seem equally unlikely. Which one is it?
“Since I laid out your ex? Since I drove you to work? Since the reception? Fuckingwhen, Riley?”
With my hands, I bounce her on my cock even harder, eliciting a shriek.
“Fuck me all you want,” she exhales all choppy. “I have no further comments.”
“What if I soak your tight little pussy with my cum again?” I rock into her with greater force this time. “Will you tell me then?”
She shakes her head.
“No? We’ll see about that.”This calls for more persuasive methods.
My cock slips out. I hold her up with one arm around her waist and get the bathroom door open with my free hand. I take her to my bed and toss her onto it.
And then I fuck her like, if I make her come, her little secret will pour right out.
Evening light beams through my windows by the time Riley spasms on my cock, her insides flexing and clenching around the rod.
“Fuck.” I huff, as she unleashes a strangled cry, her hips bucking against me.
I slam my waist against her ass, submerging myself fully into the depths. Her body convulses between my hands, squirt spraying the blankets below.
Smug delight warms me from the inside out.
Twitching, Riley slides right off the end of my dick, falling flat against my bed as her body trembles from the aftershocks. There are no words. Only her hard breaths mingled with mine. As I watch her recover from the intensity of climax, I finish myself and blow another load, this time on her ass.
Exhausted and happy, I lean over her, burying my face in her hair. She smells of flowers and sweat, like a warm spring day.
It’s almost five. We’ve been at it all day.
I’ve done her raw, made her squirt, and gloried in her facial expressions. That’s not to mention folding and fucking her in positions I’ll need to repent for in church. I couldn’t help myself.