It doesn’t take me long to get her there tonight.
Her cries of pleasure fill the room, and her grip on my hair eases as her body relaxes. The muscles in her legs seem to melt.
She’s boneless and completely malleable as I stand and reposition her how I want her on the bed.
“Roll over, baby,” I tell her, crawling across the bed on my knees and lightly smacking her on the ass.
She’s hazy with pleasure, but she does as she’s told. Now that she’s tummy down on the bed, I straddle her and run my hands over her ass. “Good girl.”
She makes a little murmur of satisfaction, but she’s still too spent to move.
That’s okay, I don’t need her to move. I open her legs so I can climb between them, then I grab my aching cock and guide it between her thighs.
Riley grabs a pillow to prepare for the intrusion she knows is coming, then groans faintly as I push my swollen cock into her tight little pussy.
Fuck.
I grab her hips, holding onto her as I rock mine back and forth, in and out of her until her body finally eases up a little. I don’t want to hurt her, and I know I do sometimes when I go too far, too fast.
She still fits me like a fucking glove, but I’ve stretched her enough that I shouldn’t hurt her now. As I shove deeper into her wet heat, she moans with pleasure and grips her pillow.
“Hunter,” she cries softly, just a senseless murmur. She loves to call out my name when I’m fucking her.
I love it, too.
“I love your pussy, you know that?” I ask, letting go with one hand so I can squeeze her lovely ass while I fuck her.
She moans, burying herself in the pillows and squeezing. “And my pussy loves being fucked.”
Jesus Christ.
I let my head loll back, momentarily swept up in this fucking goddess I am lucky enough to call mine. Looking back at her and squeezing her ass, I say, “That’s right. And who gets to fuck this pussy, Riley?”
“Only you,” she says breathlessly as I drive into her. “I only want to be fucked by you.”
I let go of her ass, coming down on top of her so I can smash her lovely breasts against my palm. “That’s right,” I say, kissing her shoulder.
As I lift my lips from her skin, I catch sight of her left hand resting against the pillow. Her nails are painted with a clear polish, her fingers otherwise bare.
For now.
I smile, sliding my fingers between hers and holding her down as I continue to fuck her like I’m trying to leave an impression her body can never recover from.
I guess in a way, I am.
Once we’ve both finished and she’s full of my cum, I settle in behind her, pulling her body flush against mine.
Contentment washes over me.
Riley fits me so perfectly, all of her soft spaces molding to my harder ones. Our bodies are like interlocking puzzle pieces that hate being left in the box alone.
Mine fucking hates it, anyway. Maybe she sleeps all right without me, but I sleep like shit without her.
She snuggles up with my arm pressed against her tits. I try to pull her closer, because I can never seem to get her close enough to me.
“I love you, Riley.”
She mewls like a kitten. I don’t have to see her pretty face to know she’s smiling when she tells me, “I love you, too.”
Chapter Sixty Six
Riley
Winter formal is upon us.
After dancing with Hunter at a royal ball in New York City, it really feels like an afterthought to go to our high school dance, but I already have a dress and shoes, and I know Hunter probably wants to go.
I also know this will be a much different experience from homecoming.
Hunter still picks me up in a limo, but it’s just us this time. We ride around town drinking champagne before the dance, then show up fashionably late and miss all the traffic.
I feel so much happier walking into the gymnasium tonight with Hunter on my arm.
The gym has been transformed into a winter wonderland with blue uplighting, a snow cone station, and lots of glittery snowflake décor.
It’s a bit over the top for a school dance that isn’t even prom or homecoming, but Valerie is on the planning committee for all the dances, and she doesn’t believe in casual formals. To excuse the higher ticket prices on even this dance, all proceeds are being donated to a local food bank, but she spent so much planning the event, I doubt there will be much left.
The backdrop for pictures is much nicer tonight than the one we had for homecoming. I’m glad, since that picture was with Anderson and the picture they take tonight will be with Hunter.