heard you
crying out from the shower. Riley, you should talk about it.”
My eyes drifted from her face to her body.
Jesus, she was almost naked. Her body, her soft, luscious body, was warm and
damp and wrapped in nothing but a towel. My cock hardened, tenting the sheet
and the quilt, as I stared at her breasts. The towel had slipped and I could
see part of her areole and just a hint of one pink nipple.
“Riley?” She glanced down at her body, her
face flushing, and grabbed for the towel.
“No,” I growled.
Her hand hesitated at the edge of the towel
as I said, “Let me see them, kitten.”
“Riley, I can’t – “
“Yes, you can. Loosen the towel, kitten,
and show me those beautiful tits.”
Her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips
and I groaned inwardly. If I wasn’t so fucking weak, if the goddamn pain meds
weren’t making me feel dizzy and tired, I’d pin her to the bed, push my body
between her thighs and make her feel exactly how badly I wanted her.
“Do it, Maddie,” I demanded.
Her fingers tugged at the towel and it
slipped to her waist. I inhaled sharply. I had been seeing her tits in my
head for three long months but it was nothing compared to the real thing.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmured before
reaching out and tracing one nipple with my finger. It hardened immediately
and she made a noise that was half-groan and half-whimper. I glanced up at
her. Her face was flushed and she was biting compulsively at her bottom lip.
“Have you missed my touch, kitten?”
She nodded and I cupped one full breast,
testing the weight of it in my hand as I rubbed her nipple with my thumb.
“I’ve missed your soft skin. You have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,
Maddie.”
“Thank you,” she whispered and I had to
hide my smile.
She was so fucking beautiful, so sweet and
pure, and to know that someone like her wanted someone like me – it was a
fucking wet dream come true.
“Come closer, kitten.”
“Wh-why?” She asked nervously as I
squeezed her warm breast.
“Because I want to taste your nipples
again,” I said.
“Riley, I don’t want to hurt you. You – “
“You won’t,” I interrupted. I wrapped my
hand around the back of her neck and pulled firmly. “Lean over me and let me
suck on those gorgeous nipples.”
She flushed again and I cocked my head at
her. “Did your dickhead fiancé not talk about how fucking amazing your tits
are?”
She shook her head. “He, uh, he didn’t say
much in bed. And if he did, it wasn’t, um…”
She trailed off and I grinned wickedly at
her. “Dirty?”
“Definitely not dirty,” she mumbled. I
tugged again at her neck and she wiggled a little closer.
I wasn’t surprised. I had only a brief
look at the dickhead but he’d looked like the type of guy who wouldn’t have a
fucking clue what to do with a woman like Maddie.
“What about before him?” I asked. “Any of
your previous boyfriends like to talk about your perfect tits or what it felt
like to be balls-deep in that hot, wet pussy of yours?”
She closed her eyes and my grin widened
when I felt her pelvis press against my hip. My little kitten liked the dirty
talk. Probably a good thing. I’ve had more than one woman tell me I talked
too much when I was fucking but hell, I can’t help it. I get chatty when I’ve
got a wet pussy wrapped around my cock. I want them to know just how good it
feels to fuck them.
“Answer me, Maddie,” I said.
“There weren’t any others,” she whispered.
My eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you
telling me that dickhead is the only guy you’ve fucked?”
She nodded. “Yes. Well, until that night
in the bar when we, well when we…you know.”
“When we fucked, Maddie. Say it.”
She cleared her throat. “When we fucked.”
I stared silently at her, my hand
tightening on the back of her neck when she gave me a look of embarrassment and
tried
crying out from the shower. Riley, you should talk about it.”
My eyes drifted from her face to her body.
Jesus, she was almost naked. Her body, her soft, luscious body, was warm and
damp and wrapped in nothing but a towel. My cock hardened, tenting the sheet
and the quilt, as I stared at her breasts. The towel had slipped and I could
see part of her areole and just a hint of one pink nipple.
“Riley?” She glanced down at her body, her
face flushing, and grabbed for the towel.
“No,” I growled.
Her hand hesitated at the edge of the towel
as I said, “Let me see them, kitten.”
“Riley, I can’t – “
“Yes, you can. Loosen the towel, kitten,
and show me those beautiful tits.”
Her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips
and I groaned inwardly. If I wasn’t so fucking weak, if the goddamn pain meds
weren’t making me feel dizzy and tired, I’d pin her to the bed, push my body
between her thighs and make her feel exactly how badly I wanted her.
“Do it, Maddie,” I demanded.
Her fingers tugged at the towel and it
slipped to her waist. I inhaled sharply. I had been seeing her tits in my
head for three long months but it was nothing compared to the real thing.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmured before
reaching out and tracing one nipple with my finger. It hardened immediately
and she made a noise that was half-groan and half-whimper. I glanced up at
her. Her face was flushed and she was biting compulsively at her bottom lip.
“Have you missed my touch, kitten?”
She nodded and I cupped one full breast,
testing the weight of it in my hand as I rubbed her nipple with my thumb.
“I’ve missed your soft skin. You have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,
Maddie.”
“Thank you,” she whispered and I had to
hide my smile.
She was so fucking beautiful, so sweet and
pure, and to know that someone like her wanted someone like me – it was a
fucking wet dream come true.
“Come closer, kitten.”
“Wh-why?” She asked nervously as I
squeezed her warm breast.
“Because I want to taste your nipples
again,” I said.
“Riley, I don’t want to hurt you. You – “
“You won’t,” I interrupted. I wrapped my
hand around the back of her neck and pulled firmly. “Lean over me and let me
suck on those gorgeous nipples.”
She flushed again and I cocked my head at
her. “Did your dickhead fiancé not talk about how fucking amazing your tits
are?”
She shook her head. “He, uh, he didn’t say
much in bed. And if he did, it wasn’t, um…”
She trailed off and I grinned wickedly at
her. “Dirty?”
“Definitely not dirty,” she mumbled. I
tugged again at her neck and she wiggled a little closer.
I wasn’t surprised. I had only a brief
look at the dickhead but he’d looked like the type of guy who wouldn’t have a
fucking clue what to do with a woman like Maddie.
“What about before him?” I asked. “Any of
your previous boyfriends like to talk about your perfect tits or what it felt
like to be balls-deep in that hot, wet pussy of yours?”
She closed her eyes and my grin widened
when I felt her pelvis press against my hip. My little kitten liked the dirty
talk. Probably a good thing. I’ve had more than one woman tell me I talked
too much when I was fucking but hell, I can’t help it. I get chatty when I’ve
got a wet pussy wrapped around my cock. I want them to know just how good it
feels to fuck them.
“Answer me, Maddie,” I said.
“There weren’t any others,” she whispered.
My eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you
telling me that dickhead is the only guy you’ve fucked?”
She nodded. “Yes. Well, until that night
in the bar when we, well when we…you know.”
“When we fucked, Maddie. Say it.”
She cleared her throat. “When we fucked.”
I stared silently at her, my hand
tightening on the back of her neck when she gave me a look of embarrassment and
tried
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