Our bodies are pressed tight together, my thighs wrapped around his face, and his cock skewering my throat. I can feel Raylan pumping even harder, getting closer to the edge.

I’m close, too. The orgasm building inside of me is totally out of my control. I’m grinding on his face, squeezing my thighs, but Raylan is the one teasing the climax out of my body. It’s his fingers rubbing on the perfect spot inside of me, and his tongue pressing against just the right place on my clit.

The pleasure is thrumming through my whole body. I can feel it pulsing down my legs and arms, all the way to my fingers and toes. My whole frame is vibrating with one, long, endless sensation.

I moan around Raylan’s cock. I start crying out, my mouth still stuffed full.

I’m cumming harder than I’ve ever cum in my life, with an orgasm that twists my body in knots.

And while I’m cumming, Raylan is too, deep down in my throat. His cock is twitching and pulsing, unleashing thick white cum, a torrent of it. I usually never swallow, but right now I have no choice. His cock is shoved in too deep in my throat to pull back.

And I love it. I want him to cum as hard as I’m cumming. I want it to feel as good for him as it does for me.

I feel his thick load pulsing into my throat. I’m choking and gagging on it, and I don’t give a fuck. Because I’m still cumming too, all over his tongue.

It goes on and on and on. Time stretches out. The pleasure stretches and increases and stretches again.

Then, finally, it’s over.

Raylan takes his cock out of my mouth and I roll limply onto my back, bright flashes popping behind my closed eyelids.

Raylan rolls on top of me, kissing me. I can taste my pussy on his lips, and I’m sure he can taste his cum in my mouth. This is totally unsanitary—something that would disgust me usually. But I do not give one single fuck. I’m still in a state of blissful eroticism, where everything is sexy to me, and nothing seems wrong.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God,” I moan.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” Raylan says.

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16

Raylan

My head is buzzing on the ride back to the house.

That was . . . so much more than I expected.

I knew that Riona had a whole lot of something bottled up inside of her. Anger, or determination, or something . . .

But I had no idea she’d be so fucking wild.

She was raw and primal. Ten times sexier than I expected.

And that body . . . fucking hell.

I’ve never seen skin so creamy and flawless. Or a pussy that fucking perfect. Standing in the water, with her red hair all wild and wavy around her shoulders, she looked like Aphrodite. Like a goddess made flesh for the very first time.