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She paused, leaving him seated to the hilt, the heat of her pussy almost scalding.
    “If you want me to continue, sugar, you have to follow my lead,” she said. “Why don’t we put those hands of yours to better use?” She grasped his hands, dragging them up to her breasts. “I know how much you like boobs.”
    He pinched her nipples in response, pleased by the sound of her sharp inhalation.
    “Don’t get used to the driver’s seat, Riley.”
    “Aaron—” she started, but he cut her off.
    “I’m not a passive lover. We’ll play this your way for now, but I don’t make any promises that it will end with you in charge.”
    The muscles of her pussy fluttered against him. His comment seemed to knock her off balance for only a moment and then—as always—his girl recovered her equilibrium.
    He squeezed the globes of her breasts and she grinned, resuming her ride.
    She took his cock inside her body like she lived her life—fast, hard, wild. It took all the strength he possessed not to come too soon. She knew exactly how to time the strokes, where to touch him to drive him mad, what to say to push him to the brink.
    Jesus, she was magnificent.
    He moved his hands away from her breasts, savoring the smooth, soft texture of her skin. He skimmed his fingers along her waist to her hips before turning inward, toward her pussy. He delved between her legs, lightly caressing her clit with one finger before 66
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    burrowing deeper. He rimmed the opening of her pussy, enjoying the feeling of her body taking his cock inside her. She gasped when he gathered some of the moisture created by their bodies and used it to rub her clit more deeply.
    “God, I love that.” She trembled as she spoke. He’d learned earlier that she responded strongly when he stimulated her clit. Her pace increased as he pushed more firmly. She mimicked his motions as her arousal grew and took over. Her eyes were closed and he loved the complete rapture that covered her face a second before her orgasm claimed her. She was a vocal lover, her cries loud and lovely. As the climax reached its crescendo, she fell forward.
    Wrapping his arms around her, he twisted them on the bed until she was beneath him, his cock still buried inside her. “Ready to hand me the reins?”
    Her eyes opened at his request. “What did you have in mind?”
    “I thought I’d surprise you.”
    She smiled. “I like surprises.”
    “I know.” He reached for her legs, hooking his elbows in the crooks of her knees.
    “Feeling flexible?”
    “Hit me with your best shot.”
    He lifted her legs and bent forward. The position left her knees nearly perpendicular with her shoulders and her pussy wide for his attention.
    “I’ve noticed you like it hard.” He kissed her, letting his lips and his words tickle her cheek.
    “Mmm hmm.”
    “Hold on, Mrs. Young.” He punctuated his warning with a quick, hard thrust and Riley groaned. He repeated the motion several more times, rejoicing when he felt the muscles of her pussy signaling her coming climax. Having sex with her was more fun than his fantasies had been. She far surpassed every wet dream he’d ever had about her.
    He pulled out, releasing her legs.
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    “Hey.” She frowned when he moved away.
    “You’re going to have to learn to control those orgasms of yours.”
    “Why?” she asked, and he laughed. The question was so typically Riley. She never denied herself any pleasure she wanted. Squeezing every bit of joy out of life she possibly could.
    “Because it will make the reward that much sweeter in the end.”
    “Screw that. Actually, screw me. I was getting close.”
    “Haven’t you ever heard the expression ‘quality, not quantity’?”
    “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much in bed?”
    He didn’t bother to answer, instead rolling her onto her stomach and trapping her legs beneath his thighs. She started to push herself up, so he placed his hand at the top of her