Daddies Brat

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Riley’s lips tasted every bit as amazing as they had that night at the party, and when we kissed one final time on Sunday. He was surprised by the act, but quickly recovered and folded me into his arms. I ran my hands over his body, feeling the hard strength underneath, eager to touch every inch of him.

I don’t care if he’s my roommate, I thought. This feels too good to stop. And based on how hungrily he was kissing me, lips moving faster with every second, he had stopped caring, too.

But then he tore away, twisting to face the wall. His back heaved as he caught his breath.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You said you didn’t want to do this,” he replied, still not facing me. “It’s a mistake.”

“A mistake I want to make,” I said, touching his back.

He spun around and loomed over me. “You say that now, but you’ll regret it later. And before you try arguing, I didn’t just make a promise to you. Harper was adamant that we all leave you alone. That we treat you platonically.”

“That’s why you won’t kiss me?” I demanded, leaning closer to him. He had just put cologne on, and his scent was heady and intoxicating. “Because

Harper won’t let you?”

“This is a mistake,” he said emphatically. “You should leave.”

He wasn’t budging, which caused all the heat to go out of my body. I turned and hurried back to my room, closing the door behind me before throwing myself onto the bed.

Now it’s more awkward than ever. I had been certain he wanted the same thing as me; that he wouldn’t be able to resist if I made a move. Yet he still said no after I threw myself at him. Was his willpower really that strong, or was he never that into me to begin with? Was our chemistry all in my head?

The music in the room next door turned up again, louder than before. It sounded like Riley was intentionally making noise, slamming his dresser drawers and stomping around. I had made a severe miscalculation. I had told Riley-insisted to him-that we couldn’t hook up or fool around, and he took me at my word. Then I walk into his room and kiss him. He probably thought of me as a flippant girl who didn’t know what she wanted. And he’s right.

I knew I should apologize. Tell him I made a mistake, and that I wouldn’t do anything like that again. That was the only way to move forward without it being awkward. Doing nothing would only make things worse.

The music stopped. I heard him walk out into the hall. Now was my chance, before he left for the party. But I couldn’t make myself move. I was frozen in embarrassment, mortified by what I had done.

Then his footsteps went down the stairs, and everything was silent.

I groaned to myself. That was my chance. If I apologized later, it wouldn’t have the same effect. By then he would have spent all night thinking about how frivolous I was, changing my mind several times in quick succession. His second impression of me would become permanently written into his brain.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps creaking on the wooden stairs again. He was coming back upstairs. He must have forgotten something. I had another chance; I only needed to tear myself out of bed, open the door, and intercept him.

Before I could, my door flew open. Riley strode inside like a viking warrior marching to battle, with an equally-determined look in his crystal eyes. I stared up at him, too shocked to move.

“Fuck the rules,” he growled.

Riley planted his chiseled arms on either side of me and lowered his lips to mine. I melted back into the sheets of the bed and accepted his weight on top of mine, spreading my legs and wrapping them around his waist.

This is a mistake, I thought. But it’s one I desperately want to make.

His kiss was fleeting, just a soft brushing of his mouth against mine with a flick of tongue. Then his lips dropped to my neck and kissed me where I was more sensitive. I squirmed and moaned softly, which only egged him on as he kissed along my neck and shoulder. All the while his fingers unclasped the button of my jeans and pulled the zipper down.

Quick as a cat, Riley pulled away from me. With strong hands he flipped me over onto my belly, then pulled my jeans down over my ass, then off completely. He used a gentler touch while removing my panties. Like he was trying to take them off in slow motion, one millimeter at a time. The cool air hit the wetness of my pussy, and I was self-conscious for a moment in my vulnerable ass-in-the-air state, but I was excited to see what Riley intended.

The panties went down my thighs, then calves. Over one foot, then the other. Riley tossed them aside. His calloused hands touched both of my ankles, then slowly rubbed up my legs. I shivered with anticipation. When they reached my ass, he took hold of my cheeks and pulled them apart gently. By then my pussy was drenched.

“That’s an exquisite sight,” he said.

I felt his face press between my legs, burying into my snatch from behind. His tongue found my clit instantly, licking up into my pussy lips and back down again. I felt a moment of self-consciousness: if I had known this would happen, I would’ve shaved my legs.

Riley didn’t seem to mind. His hands gripped my legs firmly while he devoured my pussy, lapping it up like he was starving for it. I moaned as his tongue swirled and wedged and fucked me, all the while his nose was pressed firmly into my rear end.

“I could eat this pussy all night,” he breathed into me. “You taste so good.”

Hearing him say that turned me on even more than what his tongue was doing. Riley took his time, slowly building up the pace. Like he was in it for the long haul, not just doing the bare minimum of foreplay in order to fuck me. As I began to moan into my pillow, I realized there was no need to keep quiet since the other guys were gone. My chest heaved and I screamed with ecstasy, and Riley’s hands tightened on me in a way that said he didn’t dare let me go until every ounce of air had been forced from my lungs.

When I could finally breathe again, I rolled over and grabbed him by his perfect light hair. I pulled him to me and shoved my tongue into his mouth so I could taste myself.

“You’re good at that,” I managed to say.

“I’m good at a lot of things.”

I pushed him over onto his back and removed his pants. His cock was as stiff as a flagpole, big but not too big. The sight of it filled me with new excitement, and I threw a leg over him and guided his hard length up inside of me. I was completely drenched now, so he sank into me with ease. I drove my hips down until every inch of him filled me.

He let out a long, slow exhale. “I’ve been thinking about this since the party.”

I ran my fingernails along his bare chest. His muscles were hard and warm. “God, me too.”

So soon after my orgasm, I had to ride him slowly. Everything was still extra sensitive in those wonderful moments after being driven to climax. Riley breathed steadily and explored my body with his hands as I gyrated on top of him. He cupped my breasts and gently pinched my nipples, then slid down and gripped my waist while I moved up and down on his cock. His palm slid around to grip my ass cheeks, and then he gave one of them a playful smack. I moaned at the sudden sting.

“I’d like to hold onto this ass and never let go,” he rumbled beneath me.

I let out a soft moan, arching my back and craning my neck to look at the ceiling. “I figured you were an ass man.”

“Right now, I’m a Leslie man,” he replied while biting his lip. “I’m loving every part of you.”

I was moving faster now, sliding up and down fervently on his hard length. As sensitive as I felt, I was insatiable-and based on Riley’s quickening breath, it seemed like he was already well on his way to his own earth-destroying orgasm. But I wanted to make it last longer than that. I wanted him to earn it.

“That’s it,” I said, using my thighs to squat off of him. I rose halfway off his cock and pushed back down, feeling his girth widening me, filling every nook and cranny inside of me, all my walls, and I didn’t stop until my ass pressed hard against his thighs and I heard him groan again.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I said, letting my head hang down as I rode him up and down. “The way you taste. The hard muscle. The enormous cock, deep inside me. Ohh…”

He was groaning with each pump now, and thrusting up into me. I had him right where I wanted him.

“Ohh, I want you to come so bad,” I moaned, pleasure cascading through me with each stroke.

“I’m close,” he gasped, fingers gripping my ass so tight he might take a chunk with him.

His sounds of pleasure rose gradually, building toward the inevitable climax. I savored the sounds and my own pleasure until I sensed he was right on the edge, and then I pulled off of him and grabbed his cock.

“Come for me,” I demanded, stroking him quickly. “Come on me.” His mouth opened and a silent roar came out. His shaft spasmed in my fingers and I leaned back as he began to explode, his hot loads splattering against my belly, each one a drum-beat of this man’s ecstasy, who I could get off after only a few minutes, and the thought and feeling filled me with a satisfaction as deep and powerful as his strokes had.