Page 106 of Riot

I sigh. “Such a romantic.”

He chuckles, licking my skin after he’s sucked it and I know it’ll leave a hickey. “I wanna put my marks all over you, especially between your thighs.”

“So do it.”

“You want to be a bad girl, don’t you,Kitten?”

“I love it when you call me that.”

“Kitten?”

“Yes, it’s sexy when you say it.”

“It suits you.” He moves his hands up to cup my breasts and I hum in appreciation.

“These are mine.”

“Everything is yours.”

He moves one hand down as I part my legs, cupping my pussy. “This, too.”

“I never want any other man, Riot. Just you.”

“Makin’ my dick so hard when you say things like that.”

“I waited for you,” I tell him. “I only used my vibrator, imagining it was you. I never wanted another man after Mississippi.”

He groans, moving his hand back to cup my tits, playing with my nipples. “Daddy wants to suck these all night long.”

“Does it soothe you?” I whisper. “Sucking my tits? I notice you like to do that a lot, especially when you’re wound up.”

“Perceptive little thing, aren’t you?”

“I don’t mind,” I say. “You can suck on them any time you like, just gotta tell me when you need it.”

“Fuck.”

“So, you approve?”

“I think we need to get out of this bath so I can show you how much I approve of it.”

I laugh. “Impatient. You know we’re going to screw ourselves to death, don’t you?”

“Nothin’ wrong with that.”

We’ve avoided talking about my parents, and I’m glad. I've got enough tension going on at the moment, and I don’t want to focus on that tonight. There will be plenty of time to think it over tomorrow when I go to the hospital.

I rise from the bath, stepping out as I grab one of the towels from the rail, turning, Riot moves to his knees, watching me as he plants both his hands on the side of the tub. He looks so glorious. Like he’s the angel sent from heaven, not me.

His beautiful body is adorned in tattoos. His muscular frame takes up most of the room in the space, and I love it. His handsome face is relaxed, and those blue eyes make me want to melt into a puddle.

I dry myself quickly, then tie my towel around my waist, moving back over to him. I cup my tits and move one to his mouth. “Do you need this now, baby?”

He groans, opening his mouth as I slide closer, my nipple pressed to his lips as he sucks. His hands cup over mine and my eyes flutter closed. Knowing this soothes him and excites him as much as it does me, makes my insides burn with need.

He moves a hand to my towel and pulls it off. My eyes spring open and he’s watching me. I’ve never seen anything so hot; Riot suckling on my breasts as I try not to lose it too soon. With him I come quickly, over and over, not like with other men who just want to get their thrills and not worry about my needs.

I look down as Cookie turns the other way, resuming his snoring. He’s so content and that makes me happy.

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