Morning After

Ryat was shocked at first since he wasn't expecting the offer from someone who looks as pure and chaste as her, but at the same time, he couldn't reject.

The insane pull he felt since he saw her crying on that bridge was crazy.

The way his heart nearly flew away when he thought she was gonna fall into the water, and the way he rushed out of the car to bring her back to her feet.

Then the heat he felt when he was consoling her.

All of these was enough to block his chances of declining. Ryat never declines sèx.

He feels heat around ladies since he's addicted to what's in-between their legs, but hers came with dangerous intensity, and he couldn't stop himself from driving her to his penthouse after she offered herself on a platter.

She didn't look shy as she came down from his car with him, and her feet is still bare, so he's the one who held her shoes in hand as she stared at the magnificent penthouse with awed eyes.

"You're... really as rich as they say" she muttered, giving him a short look.

"You were doubting before?" He replied softly, and she smiled, the sight so beautiful.

She's beautiful.

He led her into the penthouse, and they had to ride the elevator to his upper suite bedroom where he threw her shoes to the ground and caged her against the wall.

He reeled his head in, his breaths already heavy with impatience as he tried kissing her, but she leaned back to the wall, and their eyes met.

"Are you...clean?" She whispered, not blinking.

"Fully" he replied, and she finally blinked, her eyes lowering to his tempting lips which she didn't waste more time before kissing.

She took the initiative, but Ryat took over, pinning her arms above her head as he explored her juicy mouth, his hands running over the curves of her slim body.

The room got heated by their body heats, the scent of Tiffany's arousal filling his nose and making him hornier as the sound of their kiss battled.

His dîck is almost tearing through his pants right now with the rock-like hardness, and her own liquid is already leaking into her pants.

How can a man have this much effect on her for the first time?

She got confused as she thought about it, but she still didn't stop kissing him back, her hands tearing off his shirt and causing his buttons to fly around the room as the taste of her beer mixed in their mouths.

Ryat peeled off her gown, and the jean material fell off her body.

Her bra and underwear followed immediately, and he squeezed her luscious breàsts in his palms, causing her to release the first moan which sent jolts to his breathing dîck.

His pants went down next, and Tiffany had to break the kiss to take a look at his shaft, gulping at the sight.

It's long—so damn hard as it poked her upper thigh, causing her precum to leak down the thigh, wetting the dîck cap.

The sight alone made the breaths of the two of them hitch at the same time.

"Wow...you're big" she whispered, her breàsts rising and with each breath that left her nose, and her nîpples are stabbing his clean chest.

"You can't take it?" He asked, squeezing her ass behind.

"I can...I'm just mystified" she replied, and then he's kissing her again.

Harder than the one she initiated.

Her back landed on the soft bed, and she let out ragged breaths as he stretched his hand to the pillow side where he pulled out a condom.

He tore it with his teeth, and she just wondered how many he has torn.

Her breaths climbed as he wore it, then he widened her legs, wrapping them on his waist before rubbing the cap on her slit.

"Damn ... " She moaned, gripping the sheets hard.

"It's Ryat. Feel free to scream that name" he whispered, pushing himself inside finally.

Her eyes rolled to the back as he stretched her sweetly, and she gripped the sheets tighter as he began fuçkin her.

Slow at first, but speedy in the later minutes.

She became covered in sweat, and her eyes kept rolling as Zach's stupid face appeared in her head.

The unwanted imagination alone made her want more, so she pulled Ryat into a hard kiss.

"Harder...Ryat...harder" she whispered unto the kiss, and she was rewarded with a deeper thrust which made her back arch off the bed.

"Fûck...deeper..."

It's like Ryat knows exactly where she wants it, and he repeatedly hit the spot till she became so sore, but he still didn't stop.

She wanted this, and she embraced it, taking all he has to give till he collapsed on top of her.

She slept off so fast, and Ryat lifted his posture from her, separating them from where they're joined before laying beside her.

He gave her a look, and it didn't take long before he slumbered too.

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[Next Morning]

Ryat's eyes opened when someone tapped his shoulder, and his eyes got blessed with a morning beauty who's sitting beside him in bed, fully dressed.

Tiffany looks like a fairy even early in the morning like this. Ranging from her pink lips to her fair skin, her dark curly hair that's a little messy right now but still gorgeous, and her long lashes.

She's like a barbie alive, and maybe last night didn't do any justice to her beauty cos he's only just noticing these features right now, and her hips.

"The...pay" she gently spoke, waking him up from his deep admiration.

Ryat sat up in bed, taking his phone from his pants pocket.

Tiffany was repeatedly biting her lip as she called her account number, and when he did the transfer, her eyes widened.

"Two.... million what? Dollars?"

"You want more?" He replied casually, taking his phone again.

He was about to make another transfer when she quickly got down from the bed.

"Thank you... I'll...take my leave" she awkwardly said, gathering her shoes, and before he could stop her, she was already out.

"Tiffy!" He hollered, getting down from the bed quickly and throwing on his pants.

He ran out after her, but when he got down the elevator, reaching the park, she was already gone.

How fast is she?

He could still smell her flowery scent on himself, and that reminded him that he knows nothing about her except her name which he saw on her bank account during the pay transfer.

Tiffany Roberts.

"Fûck!" He cussed, shoving his fingers in his brown hair.