Page 44 of Riot

“I like you.”

Why does everything he says sound so sweet?

“I kinda figured that.”

He nips my neck gently. “Good. This body is so fuckin’ sexy. I’ve been pinin’ over you for months, babe, you gotta know that. Haven’t been with anyone since I first saw you. Way before Mississippi.”

My adrenaline runs wild hearing the words, but it also sends a thrill straight through me. “W—what?”

“Have you?” He nudges me with his hips from behind.

“Have I been with anyone since we got back?”

“That’s what I’m askin’.”

I bite my lip. “What if I say I have?”

“Then I’ll have to make sure I find out where he lives.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Tell me.”

I turn in his arms and look up at him. I’m completely naked and he’s still wearing his towel. “I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.”

He swallows hard. “Why not?”

I sigh. “My last boyfriend wasn’t exactly boyfriend of the year. After him, I swore off men for a long time.”

“Was he abusive?”

I swallow hard. “Not physically.”

He pushes my hair back behind my ears. “Want me to off him?”

My jaw drops. “No!”

He grins. “You sure?”

“That isn’t even funny, please tell me you’re kidding?”

He bends down to kiss me. “Let’s just say we better not cross paths, because if we do, all bets are off.”

I pull at his towel, letting it drop to the floor, my hand reaching for his cock. Of course he’s hard again, and when I glance down, I swear he grows thicker and longer in my palm. “So big,” I murmur.

“You took it well.”

“Like your good little club whore?”

“Somethin’ like that.”

He walks me backward until we’re out of the bathroom and my legs hit the back of my bed. I stroke him as I slide down onto the mattress. He has a beautiful penis. The man is gifted. Without waiting for any introductions, I bend and lave the tip of his dick with my tongue.Oh, yes.

“Fuuuuuck,” he hisses.

I feel my nipples pebble, my core clench, and it only spurs me on to please him even more. I suck on his large head, glancing up as he stares down at me. His mouth slightly ajar, his eyes narrow and his body taught. I swirl my tongue, groaning when I taste his pre-cum. “So sweet,” I whisper against his sensitive flesh.

“Babe.” It sounds like a plea.

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