Marry Me

Riley

There was nothing to say, so I pulled my dress over my head and unbuckled my bra as he finished stripping and put a condom on.

"I've imagined this a million times." I laid back and stretched my arms on the bed above me.

"Me naked or us fucking?" He ran his hand down the center of my chest, stopping only to squeeze my breasts for a moment.

"Both." I arched into his touch and pressed my feet against his perfect stomach.

"For how long?" He gripped my ankles and extended my legs until they lay flat against his chest, leaning over to the side of his neck. He glanced over and kissed my feet softly as he pressed just inside of me.

"Since I was a teenager."

"I got a class-A stalker on my hands." He rolled his hips, massaging my entrance.

I gripped the sheets and pressed down toward him as lust drenched me from every angle. "A lover. Not a stalker."

"I like that. You set our pace. Slow or fast. Shallow or deep?" He gripped my knees and pressed forward, impaling me with one hard stroke.

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