The Blind Date by Landish, Lauren (suggested reading .txt) 📕

accepting each other and finding pleasure in each other’s body the way we’ve found a home in each other’s soul.

Her body spasms, though she tries valiantly to stay still. But she’s too close, too gone to the pleasure and past the point of no return. I move my arm, freeing her to move how she wants, and she instantly starts fucking my fingers back, her ass slapping me in the face as she chases ecstasy.

With a soft cry, Riley comes, my Sunshine shaking and tugging at her sheets to try and keep ahold of herself until her body slumps and her knees spread more, totally relaxed. I pull back and stand behind her, my raging cock hard and throbbing in time to my heartbeat.

Riley feels me and tries to lift herself up, but I urge her back down, cradling her hips at the right angle to let me slide deep inside her tight, still quivering pussy. Riley groans, her head craning to look back at me as she feels me enter her, inch by inch.

“Noah . . . I love you so much,” she says when I’m comfortably all the way inside her. “I love you.”

“I love you, Riley,” I reply, leaning down to kiss her. Just as our lips touch, I thrust in deeper, bottoming out inside her, and Riley’s gasp catches in our kiss.

“Again.”

I pull back, thrusting deep and hard the way she wants me to. The way we both want it.

She pushes back as best she can, but I pound her vise-like pussy harder and harder, setting a punishing pace. Her bed starts to shake, the headboard clapping against the wall in time to my thrusts. Her neighbors definitely know what we’re doing, but I’m not going to stop.

Now that I have Riley beneath me, I’m not stopping until she’s boneless with satisfaction and the last bits of pain from our argument are healed, that’s for damn sure.

Riley’s moans change, getting deeper and faster as she rises again for another orgasm. I speed up, grabbing the headboard for support. I’m on the edge, my balls tight and aching as her pussy massages my cock, but I need to hold out a little bit longer. For her. I want her to come with me.

I feel her body change, and I know she’s here with me. I thrust one more time as hard as I can, both of us crying out in climax as a great crack fills the room and Riley’s bedframe gives up. We tumble to the floor, my cock slipping free to spurt all over her ass and pussy. But I hold her tight, keeping her safe as our out of control bodies come to a rest half on the bed and half on the carpet.

“You are such a sex machine,” I tease with a small laugh, still wheezing as I try to catch my breath.

Riley manages to pop her head up a little and looks at the destroyed bed. Sarcastically, she says, “Oh, yeah, that’s all me, Mr. Jackhammer Cock.”

My eyes widen as I grin evilly. “What did you say?”

Riley blushes hot pink, her chin dipping down, but I saw that tiny grin of pride. I smack her ass, humming happily. “Dirty mouthed girl. Let me get a washcloth because I made a mess of you.”

She wiggles, becoming aware that she’s coated in my cum. “Is it weird that I’m equally grossed out and turned on by that?”

“No, not at all,” I assure her.

I reach for the door, glad that one of us thought to shut Raffy out so he wasn’t giving me the stink eye while I fucked his mom. But I’ve barely turned the knob when I’m knocked back as a frantic Raffy bursts through, barking worriedly.

“Oh, baby!” Riley says, laughing as Raffy checks on her, sniffing her face and whining piteously. “Mama’s okay, I promise. It was good yelling!”

Raffy still looks worried but calmer when I get back, a warm washcloth in my hands. I washed myself in the bathroom, and as Riley scratches Raffy’s head, calming the worried dog, I clean away all traces of what we’ve done from Riley’s skin.

We stand and look at the bed. The mattress leans drunkenly to one side, and suddenly, Riley starts laughing. “You didn’t break my back, but you damn sure broke my bed!”

Hands on my hips, I tell her cockily, “Yeah, I did.” Riley rolls her eyes and laughs, and I take the win. “Should we drag the mattress out to the living room? I think we’re going to have figure out what’s broken on your bed, the frame or the supports or what.”

“Yeah, I think that’s best because we’d roll off if we tried to lie on it like it is now.” Riley holds her hand out, palm flat and at a wonky angle mimicking the bed.

I wiggle the mattress around and manhandle it to a standing position, then slide it toward the living room.

Riley follows me, a silly grin on her face.

“What’re you thinking about?” I ask, dropping the mattress to the floor. It makes a whump sound, but I’m sure the neighbors are mostly glad we’re not bed-banging against the wall anymore and will forgive one more loud noise.

“Why isn’t naked moving a thing? Like you hire movers, but naked ones. Magic Mike guys show up and move your furniture around your apartment the way naked maids will come clean,” Riley muses.

I face her fully, not caring that my cock is flaccid now, spent from what we’ve done. Pointing to it, I suggest, “Liability issues. Definitely don’t want to get anything caught in a dresser drawer.”

Riley laughs crazily. “Good point. Though now I’m wondering about the cleaners for the maids too. Definitely don’t want to get bleach anywhere near your business.” She gestures to her pussy.

And I laugh too.

“Come on, Sunshine. Let’s get some rest.”

Soon, we’re snuggled up on the mattress in the floor and Raffy is curled up on the couch, watching over us. I think he thought we were hurt from