It was a slow, beautiful torture as she rose and descended, her legs shaking as she took just a little bit more each time. Every breath was like a shallow sip of smoke, and when she finally sat all the way down, taking me deep, her nails biting into my flesh — I let out the deepest, most guttural groan of my life. “Fuck, Riley,” I breathed, squeezing her hips hard enough to bruise. “Are you okay?” She nodded,
