“You weren’t supposed to drink!” I accuse her. “When did you get champagne?”

“I only had a sip,” she says. “While you were congratulating Dante and Simone.”

“You naughty little thing,” I growl, seizing her by the throat—though not too hard. “How should I punish you?”

I pull down the front of her dress and take her breast in my mouth. I suck her nipple hard, until she squeals.

“Stop that!” she cries, slapping me away.

I grab both her hands and pin them over her head. Then I return to her breasts, noting that both her nipples are standing up straight, tightening her breasts.

Lightly, I trail my tongue around her nipples, without taking them in my mouth. I tease them with my tongue until her arms are shaking in my grip.

“Stop?” I say. “Or keep going?”

“Keep going,” she gasps.

“Say, ‘Please, Daddy,’ ”

She scowls at me, and I could laugh out loud at the pleasure of teasing her. I knew she’d hate that. I flick her nipple with my tongue, making her moan in frustration.

“Please, Daddy!” she says, petulantly.

I close my mouth around her nipple again and I suck, gently. I caress her breast with my tongue, until she gives a long, groaning sigh of satisfaction.

Then I slide down her body and go to work between her legs, instead. I put her legs up on my shoulders and I eat her pussy until I feel her thighs clenching around my head, her hands thrust in my hair, and her clit grinding against my tongue. My mouth is full of the sweet and fiery taste of her, like cinnamon and sugar, like pure, raw arousal.

I’ve never tasted anything so good. I could spend hours down here.

I let her control the pace for a while, rolling her hips against my tongue. Then, when I can feel she’s close to the edge, I grab her hips in my hands and I increase the pressure of my tongue. I lick faster and harder until she’s gasping, until she digs her fingernails into my scalp, screaming, “Oh my god! Oh my gooooood!”

She’s still half-wearing her dress, and my shirt is still on, though torn open. I don’t care. I like us half-dressed. I like the look of her, clothes pulled up, hair wild and messy, makeup smeared. I love the immediacy, the impatient lust that won’t let us take even another second to properly undress.

I flip her over and I enter her from behind, me sitting back on my heels, and her on my lap, sliding up and down on my cock. Sinking myself inside of Riona is pure fucking heaven. The feel of her is addictive. The taste and scent, too.

She’s sitting up and I pull her back tight against my chest, my hands on her bare breasts. I caress her tits as I fuck her from behind, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. I gather the whole of her breasts in my hands and they fit perfectly, the way every part of her fits me.