Riley
I bite my lips so hard that I can taste blood, trying to keep my moans trapped inside, afraid that Tristan will stay true to his word and stop if I make a sound. I pull hard on his hair, past the point where I worry that I might pull it out. My abs contract and my legs stiffen around his head and I stop breathing, holding my breath until my vision blurs. My orgasm builds with the lack of air in my lungs and my mind focused on nothing but what Tristan is doing to me. Tristan thrusts two fingers into me, curling them up to hit at just the right spot to make me see stars. I don't know if I screamed out his name or if I was able to hold in the sounds. My ears are ringing with the force of my orgasm.
"You taste like f*****g pineapples." Tristan says between kisses as he makes his way u
