"Well done, Diana. That was a good start, but we both know that's far from the best I can do," Riley said with a lazy smile, sinking back against a pile of soft pillows that propped him up comfortably.
His eyes gleamed with a mixture of challenge and amusement.
Diana's gaze flicked downward, and her breath caught in her throat.
He was still rock hard—harder and even thicker than before, if that was possible.
The sheer sight of him made her pulse race.
She hesitated for a moment but then leaned in, tasting his come again.
The salty, sticky warmth was no longer strange or off-putting; after everything they had shared yesterday, she had become strangely accustomed to it.
She didn't flinch or gag this time. Instead, she swallowed it down with a strange, growing confidence.
Yesterday was still vivid in her mind—Riley had drenched his entire body with come, and she had tasted every inch of him, lost in a haze of desire and surrender.
