Page 59 of Riot Reunion
My dick.God, my dick is throbbing. Sensitive as all hell. Every time I rock forward, laving at her sweet-tasting pussy, the head of my erection rubs against the duvet, setting off explosions of fireworks inside my head. It feels so goddamn good. I want more. Way more. It isn’t long before I find myself rocking my hips back and forth, thrusting my dick into the bedding, rutting against the mattress like some kind of depraved, rabid animal.
Elodie’s fingers wind through my hair, her hands fisting the thickness of it. She shoves my head down against her wet heat so roughly that the bridge of my noise grinds against her pubic bone, promising to break if it’s subjected to any more abuse. The very thought of that makes me harder than reinforced steel—if my nose everhasto be broken, it’d better be because Elodie Stillwater rode my face too fucking hard.
Hyperventilating, Elodie rocks her hips, her legs locking out on either side of my head. She’s close, riiiiight on the edge of coming.
I stop, biting the inside of her thigh, sinking my teeth into her flesh, and Elodie drives her fingernails into the top of my shoulders, letting out an exasperated little yelp.
The pain is exquisite. Pure fucking bliss. My feral queen draws blood, and I nearly blow my load into the duvet on the spot. “Careful,” I warn. “You start getting aggressive and I might follow suit.”
“Please. Please. Wren, please…”
Music to my corrupted, wicked ears. I love nothing more than the sound of that word on this girl’s lips. She’s behaving so nicely that I decide to be kind; her eyes roll back into her head when I thrust my fingers inside of her, curling them upward, stroking them in small circles as I run the flat of my tongue upward in a long, languid sweeping motion. Elodie doesn’t make a single fucking sound. Not a peep. Her eyes are closed. She’s holding her breath. Trying…she’s trying to pretend that my actions aren’t affecting her, but I know fucking better. Her legs tremble so hard, it’s a miracle she doesn’t vibrate herself over the edge of the bed.
I nip the inside of her thigh again, administering swift justice. “Badgirl.”
“Fuck!” She contorts, attempting to roll onto her side, to get away, but I grab hold of her by the hips, pinning her down in place.
“Faking nonchalance so you cansneaka fucking orgasm past me?”
“You’re trying to kill me. I need…I need to come. Please!”
“Bad. Very,verybad.” Still holding her by the hips, I spin her, flipping her over so fast that she cries out. She lies face down on the bed, huffing into the sheets, her body twitching, her back arching so that her ass hikes up in the air a little—exactly where I want it. I spank her so hard that my palm strobes with the sting of the strike. Elodie straightscreams. She buries her face even deeper into the mattress, her hips jerking as the pain rolls through her.
Good god, but her ass is fucking perfect. Raw pride floods me as the brilliant red imprint of my hand begins to form, marring the flawless, cream-white of her round ass cheek. Mine. She’s fuckingmine. I place my hand on her ass again, this time very gently, rubbing my palm over the area where I spanked her, soothing the bright sting away.
Elodie’s hips jerk, rocking, wanting more contact. More of my fingers. More of my tongue. More of the pain. Begging for my cock. The sound of her quick, shallow breath ignites my blood, setting it on fire. “On your knees,” I tell her. “Ass in the air. Legs apart. Show me that beautiful pussy. I wanna see every fucking inch of you.”
She gives me what I want, propping back onto her knees, lifting her ass up, widening her stance so I have a clear, unobstructed view of her pussy. Lord have mercy, but she’s fuckingperfect. Such a pretty shade of pink. Both her tight little asshole and her pussy presented to me for my inspection. A low, possessive growl builds at the back of my throat—I hardly recognize the sound as my own voice.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
The word is a drum. A steady, quickening beat, hammering in my ears, in my chest, inside my skull, echoing in my very blood. I’ll be the only man to ever enjoy this view. I willkillanyone who even thinks about her like this. I will know. I’ll know if they’re picturing her like this, and I will end their miserable fucking lives.
I’m well aware of how crazy this thought is.
Men are weak. They can’t help themselves. I’ll have to murder every single dude who ever crosses Elodie’s path if I want to make good on that threat. But this animalistic possessiveness won’t be denied by reason in this moment. It wants to inflict damage on anyone who might threaten to take what is mine.
“Again,” Elodie pleads. She glances back at me over her shoulder, and the need there in her eyes is breathtaking. “Please. I want—please. Spank me again.”
This I will give to her.
She likes a little pain just as much as I do; we’re so alike in some of our darker desires. I lay the flat of my hand to her ass, a loudcrack!filling the room, and Elodie rocks, sucking in a startled, sharp breath. “Fuck!”
Again, I repeat my actions, rubbing small circles over the hot, fast-forming welt I’ve left on her skin, smoothing the pain away. “More?”
“Yes,” she whispers, letting her head hang loose between her shoulders. I’m a split second away from obliging her, but before I can bring my hand down, I see something that makesmesuck in a sharp inhalation. A rope of viscous, sticky fluid drips down from her pussy, landing on the inside of her thigh, and my head nearly fucking explodes.
She’s dripping wet.
Fuckingdripping.
For me.
All logical thought vanishes.
