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to his still hard cock, I quickly realized what he wanted.

I got down on my knees, wrapping one hand around the base of it and then licking along his length to clean his own cum off it.

He watched me closely, his hand moving into my hair and whispering praises while I swallowed what was left on his shaft.

“Such a dirty little girl. You know exactly how to make me want more, hm? Damn tease,” he muttered, making me smile.

To think that other girls my age were now partying at a stupid frat house while I let a fifty-six-year-old fuck me all evening long never made me think there was something wrong with me.

I did this because I wanted it, with no one forcing me to.

That’s who I was, and it didn’t make me a whore.

I was living my life, being a woman, pushing my boundaries and giving my body what it wanted.

But just because I was so open about my sexuality and all the things I liked to do, didn’t mean I would push other girls to do the same.

It’s their body, and they should do what they’re most comfortable with.

When the last drop of cum was licked off his cock, Riggs pulled me back up on my feet and placed his hands on my lower back.

“You gotta go home,” he told me, and I quickly nodded.

Staying here wouldn’t be such a good idea, as Garett would come back home soon.

Besides, I couldn’t imagine myself sleeping next to Riggs without a third, fourth, or even fifth round of fucking.

No way we could sleep.

I nodded, placing my hands on his chest and smiling at him. “Tonight was great,” I told him, and his quick nod was enough of an acceptable answer.

We looked at each other for a while, then he cleared his throat and stepped away from me.

“Go get your clothes and get dressed,” he ordered.

I pressed my lips into a thin line, then walked past him to get to the dining room where my clothes were laying.

Riggs had followed me to get his own clothes back on, and he started to clean up the table and kitchen.

When I was done getting dressed and putting on my shoes, I walked over to the kitchen and watched him for a while before talking.

“I’m leaving then,” I told him, and he turned around to look at me.

“Got everything?” he asked, moving closer to me.

“Yes. Marcus won’t know you undressed and fucked me all around the house,” I said with a grin.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Not so sure about that. The smell of your wet pussy still lingers in the air.”

Not a bad thing. Now he had someone to think of for the rest of the night.

He walked me to the front door and placed a hand on my waist, but didn’t intend on kissing me goodbye.

Not that it was needed, but I wanted one last taste before leaving him.

I moved closer, placed my lips on his and my hand at the nape of his neck.

He was holding back at first, but soon eased into the kiss, pulling me closer against his body.

Our kiss was passionate and slow, but it didn’t last for too long.

“Go home,” he said in a low voice, moving back and opening the door.

“Goodnight, Riggs.”

“Night,” he replied, following me with his eyes while I walked to my car.

I felt different tonight, but as tired as I was, I couldn’t think straight and see what was really happening inside of me.

Riggs definitely left a mark.

“Did he at least kiss you?” I asked, my excitement going through the roof as Kennedy was telling me all about her and Mason.

She came by after school so we could study together, but we had done enough of that for now and since I still had the house all to myself, we wanted to put that opportunity to good use.

We already planned a dance party just for the two of us, then we’d order everything we wanted to eat, and then have a movie marathon for the rest of the night.

Kennedy’s cheeks turned bright red, and while I put away my books, she fell back onto my bed with her hands covering her chest.

“Almost. He said he wanted to wait for the right time, but then he later texted me that it was incredibly hard for him to not kiss me,” she told me.

I frowned. “Boring!”

“He’s thirty-three, Val, and I’m the most inexperienced eighteen-year-old ever. I don’t think I would’ve known what to do.”

“You