CHAPTER 3
TILLIE
Washing over me in waves, the pleasure Richie’s tongue brought left me quivering and writhing beneath him blissfully. My fingers sank into his hair and I pulled gently, his handsome face smiling as he lifted himself over me, his hardness gliding into my softness smoothly, deliciously.
His hips slammed into mine as we sought out the intense release we’d grown to love. Richie’s tongue invaded my mouth, sensually sliding against mine, his kiss deep and passionate, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure from my trembling flesh.
“I love you, Tillie,” he growled, his lips breaking away, as he peered deep into my eyes. Richie’s love had crawled deep into my soul, residing there and providing me with an endless supply of love and kindness…and the best sex I’d had in my life by far.
My thighs fell open, inviting him deeper, urging him to give me every inch of his love.
“I love you, too, Richie,” I murmured, my hands sliding down to his firm ass, pulling him harder into me. His cock pulsed, the heat of his thrusting shaft searing my sex as I gripped him tightly. “Now, fuck me harder, baby…”
I’d grown insistent in the last few months.
Moving from begging to asking to demanding, Richie had met my requests with vigor and enthusiasm, encouraging me to let my inhibitions fall away as I gave in to the endless needs of my long-dormant sexual appetite.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice gentle and hungry as he slammed into me so hard I hit the headboard of my bed…our bed.
“Harder,” I insisted, raising my hips to meet his pounding thrusts.
Since Richie and the guys had moved in, my entire life had changed.
Gone were the endless lonely nights, the yearning for passion and connection and friendships. Now, I had everything I could ever want.
And more, I thought, as Richie’s cock throbbed inside of me, growing impossibly larger as he used every ounce of strength to crash into my center.
I liked it like that.
Hard and fast, almost savage…
Sometimes, he fucked me so hard there were days I wondered if I’d ever recover, but the pain was so good and the pleasure even better, that I’d end up begging him to give me more before the day was over.
He always obliged.
How I got so lucky, I had no idea. But Richie was loyal and loving and fucked me like a sex machine — I was indeed the luckiest woman I knew.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
“Good,” I whispered, his lips crashing into mine. I kissed him with everything inside of me, with all the love and joy and passion and life that I possessed.
I wanted to return every gift he’d given me. Every ounce of love I wanted to give back tenfold. I stared up at him in awe, my heart bursting with adoration and affection that I’d never be able to properly express.
He reached down, caressing my cheek, his eyes full of love.
“Do you know how beautiful you are to me?” He smiled.
My heart melted at his words.
“Promise me something,” I replied, my hands still gripping his ass.
“Anything for you,” he growled.
I smiled a slow, seductive smile, my pussy tightening around his heat.
“Don’t stop, just don’t ever stop,” I said.
“You’re everything to me, Tillie Thorn,” he said, his body growing still. “I’ll never stop loving you.” His hips began moving again, his cock sliding back inside, deeply, slowly. “And I’ll never, ever stop fucking you, either.”
He slammed into me hard, my body deliciously reeling from his assault, my smile growing wide as he gave me exactly what I wanted.