Page 43 of Riot

He doesn’t let up, ramming in and out of me, his hands back at my hips as he grips hard. “Gonna come, can’t hold on.”

I push back against him, wanting him, no,needinghim to pulse inside me. I need to feel all of him.

I cry out again, my orgasm so long and hard that I feel my pulse quickening until I see stars. And then I feel him. I feel him jerk as he stills, spilling inside me as he grunts, my name a whisper on his lips that I plan on memorizing forever.

We’re both panting as he pulls out, pulling my body against his as he wraps his arms around me. “Do you think you take my cock like a good girl?”

I smile. “I never pretended I was a bad girl.”

He feels between my legs and groans when he brings his soaked fingers to my lips. “Suck.”

I do as he says. The taste is salty as well as us mixed together. It makes my insides turn to jelly. Riot makes everything so erotic. So dirty. And I love it. “So good,” I whisper.

He groans, watching me as I press farther into his chest. “See, you take my cock perfectly in that tight little pussy.”

“I appreciate you warming me up first.”

He chuckles. “Why don’t you wash yourself clean and we’ll get dried.”

I pout. “But you said…” I stop.

I quirk a sexy brow and I bite my lip. “I said what?”

“Uh…”

“Kitten.”

I swallow my pride. “You said I could suck your dick.”

A sexy smile spreads across his impossibly handsome face. “My eager little bunny.” He turns my face and presses a kiss to my lips. “So sweet, but with a dirty little mouth.”

“You did promise.”

“And you can. But you’ll be more comfortable on the bed.” Typical Riot, always thinking of me and my comfort before his own.

“Fine.” I turn toward the shower to wash myself. My head turns back when I feel him reach beyond me. He grabs my shower gel and brings it to his nose.

“This…” He groans when he flips the cap and smells it. “This is so fuckin’ hot.”

He squeezes some out and I just about drool when he spreads it over his chest and underarms and runs his hands over his stomach and lower… with my scented body wash.

I lick my lips. So now he smells like me?Could this guy get any hotter?

His eyes spring open when I kiss his jaw, unable to stop myself. I don’t want to wash my body clean of him; I want his scent all over me. He steps under the water, rinsing my body wash off him.

I wring out my hair then step out, grabbing a fluffy towel and wrapping it around me. I grab him one and he turns the taps off, then takes the towel with a low, “Thank you.” And I step back to dry myself. Of course, just to turn him on even more, I reach for my coconut vanilla scented lotion and slather it on my body.

He comes up behind me and releases my towel from my waist. “Don’t like you coverin’ up.”

“I wasn’t, I was just drying myself.”

“In the shower.” His mouth is at my neck. “Don’t like you hidin’.”

I relish in his words, but it’s not as if I’m gonna go strutting around my apartment naked. “I know but I’m not a slender girl, Riot. I have… imperfections…”

“Imperfections that are hot as fuck.” He rubs his nose against my neck. “Imperfections that I happen to be fond of.”

“So you like bigger girls?”

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