Page 54 of Riot's Thorn
I place a hand on the top of her head and push, just a little, so she catches my meaning. Her eyes go wide behind her sexy as fuck geeky glasses. “You’re going to get on your knees and let me fuck your pretty face.”
“Riot, I. . . I?—”
“I thought you could handle it.” I remind her of her confidence from just minutes ago.
“I can.”
“You’ve never done this before? Is that it?”
Her cheeks burn. “No, I mean yes. I mean, no. I haven’t done this before.”
“That’s even better. You won’t have any bad habits to break, so I can teach you what I like.” My dick is already hard justthinking about how good this will be. She lowers to her knees and looks up at me through her lashes for my next instructions. “Now, take me out of my pants.”
“Okay.” She reaches past the waistbands of my underwear and sweats and grips me in her small hand. I nearly come at the contact. I’m done questioning why she makes me feel things I never have before. I just count myself lucky as hell that she does. With one hand, she tugs down my clothes, and with the other, she releases my cock. “Now what?”
“Treat it like the best-tasting lollipop you’ve ever had, paying close attention to the underside of it, near the head. That’s where it feels the best.”
She shifts on the pillow and lowers her gaze to my cock. She looks terrified. It’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen. She holds it straight, her pink tongue poking out as she licks up my shaft. Fuck, it feels good. It’s not enough, but I want to give her a minute to get acquainted with it. My piercings are intimidating, especially for a newbie.
“Just like that. God, you’re doing so good. I’m so fucking proud of you.” The praise gives her confidence.
“Can I suck on it?” she asks, and I nearly come right on her face.
“You ready for that?”
“I want to try.”
“If you’re not careful, my piercings could chip a tooth, so when you pull me out of your mouth, make sure you open wide.” She nods and wraps her lips around just my tip, sliding her tongue around it and applying a little suction. “Your technique is so amateur, but it’s hot as fuck.” Her hands and mouth leave me, and there’s only a pretty girl on her knees in front of me, head bowed. “What? Why’d you stop?”
“I don’t think that was the compliment you thought it was.”
“What did I say?” I ask, pretty certain I didn’t say anything hurtful.
“You called what I was doing amateur.”
“I just meant you obviously haven’t done this before, which is true, and that turns me on.”
“That’s not any better, and I wouldn’t want to bore you with my blow job.” She starts to push herself up when I stop her.
“Open your mouth,” I demand.
“No, I’m done with this. . . this failed attempt.”
“You’re not, and I said open your mouth, Little Thorn.” Something about my tone stops her, and she looks up at me with uncertainty. “Open wide and stick out your tongue.”
Slowly, her lips part, and her perfect pink tongue extends out and flattens. Fucking perfect. I grip the base of my cock and slap it on her tongue. She startles and closes her eyes for a second before bringing them back to me. I do it again and again until she doesn’t react at all, and then I slide down her tongue slowly so she has a chance to get her teeth around the king’s crown. Her lips are stretched as far as they’ll go as I feed her my cock until my tip bumps the back of her throat. She gags and tries to retreat, but I hold her in place with a hand on the back of her head.
“Relax your throat, baby. That’s it, just like that. Holy shit, that’s good,” I groan. She was too in her head when I gave her free rein, so let’s see how she does when I take control. “Now, close your lips around me. Perfect. God, you’re such a perfect slut for me. Taking my cock so well. I’m going to pick up my pace, but if it gets to be too much, slap my thigh.”
She nods, placing both her hands on my thighs and settling into her position. It’s so damn cute, like she’s preparing for an exam. I grab a fistful of her hair at her nape and carefully set a rhythm. I wasn’t kidding when I said my piercing could chip a tooth; it’s happened twice. Once with a club slut who thought shewanted to take on the psychotic Riot—her words, not mine. So, I decided to give her what she thought she wanted. Haven’t seen her since.
The other was during a club party with a man who was dared by his friends to hook up with the weird one, since it’s known I don’t have a gender preference. He thought I didn’t know he was provoked, but I did. It made me feel like I was a character to them, not a human being. So, I gave him a show. He left my cabin covered in cum with no doubt hundreds of dollars in dental work to be done. I haven’t seen him since either.
Not Parker, though. She got a taste of the way people treat me and think about me at the barbecue, and I could tell she was offended on my behalf. Her telling me she’s the only one who gets me is the truest thing she’s ever said. And now, she’s on her knees, taking my cock like a champ.
I pull out and moan at the sight of my cock wet with her saliva. “Wrap your hands around me at the base and jerk me. Grip tighter. Even tighter. I like a bite of pain. Just like you, huh?”
She bites her swollen lower lip, not ready to admit anything yet. Instead, she pulls my cock close and says, “More.”
