Page 36 of Riot

“Tell me what to do, Vi.”I couldn’t imagine any other man in this position asking that question.Not because I expected him to know, but because no other man I knew would care more about making this good for me than protecting his ego.

“Whatever you want.Touch.Explore.Taste.Then you let me do the same.”

Riot’s eyes flashed with heat at my words.“I want everything,” he growled as he lowered his head to my breast.The first touch of his mouth on my nipple sent electricity shooting through me.I gasped, arching into him as he sucked gently, then with more pressure, his tongue circling the sensitive peak and making me cry out.

I tunneled my hands through his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands, holding him to me.He switched to my other breast, giving it the same attention while his hand kneaded the one his mouth had abandoned.All the while, he growled and snarled against my chest.Though he was obviously a man on the edge, his touch was still gentle, almost reverent.

“Quinn,” I moaned, squirming beneath him as heat pooled between my thighs.I’d never felt anything like this before, this desperate, clawing need building inside me.It was frightening and exhilarating all at the same time.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured against my skin, his mouth trailing down my stomach.His hands moved to the waistband of my pants, hesitating there.“Still okay?”

Christ, this man!It was obvious how much he wanted to fuck me.And maybe any woman would do.But he was still stopping to check with me.He wasn’t moving and counting on me to stop him, he was forcing me to make the decision myself so he knew he wasn’t scaring me into submission.No one had to tell me that’s what he was doing.This was who Riot was.A protector through and through.

“Yes,” I breathed, lifting my hips in invitation.“I’m more than OK.Don’t stop, Riot.I swear I’ll tell you if you scare or hurt me.Just do what feels good.”

He must have needed the encouragement because he groaned and sat up on his heels, sliding my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.I was completely naked beneath him now, and Riot’s gaze ate me alive.I fought the urge to cover myself as his gaze traveled over me, hungry and appreciative.“Fucking perfect.”He scrubbed a hand over his mouth.“If I could have made a woman for myself, she’d look exactly like you.”

“Where have you been all my fucking life?”I whispered.

He snorted out a laugh.“In prison.But not anymore.”

I smiled, reaching for him.“No.Not anymore.”

“I got lost time to make up for.”He raised his eyebrows as if challenging me.

“I know a double-dog dare when I hear one.”

Riot moved from the bed and stripped off his jeans and boxer briefs.His cock stood out proudly from the thick curls at its base.He was long and thick, his fist circling the base.He gave a slow pump, and I saw pre-cum glistening on the top.

My mouth went dry at the sight of him.I’d never seen a naked man and actually wanted to look at him, never wanted to reach out and touch, taste, explore.But now I couldn’t look away from Quinn’s powerful body, scarred and tattooed and utterly magnificent.

“See something you like?”he asked, his voice deep and rough.

“Everything,” I whispered honestly.“I love everything I see.”

He climbed back onto the bed, his movements predatory and controlled.When his naked body covered mine, skin to skin, I gasped at the sensation.The weight of him, the heat, the incredible feeling of his hard cock pressed against my belly, it was overwhelming in the best possible way.I wanted more.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured against my neck.“Every inch of you.”

Before I could respond, he was moving down my body, pressing kisses along my collarbone, between my breasts, across my stomach.His hands gripped my thighs, gently spreading them as he settled between them.The first touch of his tongue against my pussy had me arching off the bed with a sharp cry.

“Christ, you taste good,” he growled, his hands holding my hips steady as he explored me with his lips, tongue, and teeth.“Worth the Goddamned wait.”

Riot fastened his mouth on my pussy, his tongue making a long, slow sweep.I fisted my hands in the sheets as pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced rocketed through me.

“Oh my God!”I whimpered as he continued his relentless erotic assault.He circled his tongue over my clit before dipping lower to tease my entrance.

One large hand splayed across my stomach, holding me in place as I writhed beneath him.He slipped two fingers of his other hand inside me, petting my pussy until I was bucking my hips, desperate to come.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned against my thigh, his fingers curling inside me to find that perfect spot.“So fucking perfect.”

When he returned his mouth to my clit, he sucked gently while working his fingers inside me.There was something building, a tension coiling tighter and tighter at my core.I’d never felt anything like this before, this rising, desperate need for release.

“Quinn,” I gasped, my hands finding his head, tangling in his hair.“I’m gonna come!”

“Fuck, yes,” he urged, his voice rough with desire.“Come for me.Wanna feel you come on my tongue.”

His words pushed me over the edge.The orgasm crashed through me like a wrecking ball.I thrashed beneath him, my body arching upward, thighs trembling as pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known consumed me.I cried out his name, over and over, as he worked me through it, gentling his touch but not stopping until the last tremor subsided.

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