Page 43 of Playing Rough

"Yes, baby. Just like that," I pant, head falling back. He knows exactly how to touch me, learning my body's responses as easily as mastering a new drill on the ice.

He leans down and kisses me hard, swallowing my moan as he works me over with expert strokes. "You're so fucking sexy like this, London."

I'm so close already, the need coiling tight inside me. But I want more than a quick hand job.

I reach up and grip his shoulders, pulling him down onto me as my heart thunders in my chest. "I want you in me, Ri," I whisper against his lips, shocking myself with how much I mean it. "I know it'll be good."

Riot shudders against me. "Are you sure?" His voice is rough with lust, but there's something else too. Something like awe or disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Scared shitless, but sure. I kiss him again, pouring everything into it. "I trust you."

Something flickers in Riot's eyes at my words. "Fuck yes, I'll make you feel so good."

He kisses me fiercely, our tongues twisting together as he grinds against me. It's fucking perfect.

"Let's take this to my room," he rasps, breath ragged against my ear. "Need a bed for what I want to do to you."

The promise in his voice sends shivers down my spine. I nod eagerly and we stumble off the couch, hands never leaving each other.

We crash through Riot's bedroom door, kissing hungrily. He guides me to his bed and lays me back on the sheets before stripping off his jeans and boxers. I watch with hungry eyes as he strokes his cock, the shiny metal right under the tip catching the light.

I lick my lips, wanting him in my mouth. But Riot shakes his head and crawls over me, pinning me down. His eyes blaze into mine with a mix of lust and wonder.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he murmurs, trailing a finger along my jaw. "I can't believe you want this."

"I want it so bad," I breathe, arching up against him.

Riot kisses me hard before reaching for the lube and a condom in his bedside table. He slicks up his fingers before sliding them between my thighs.

I spread my legs, giving him access. I never in a million years thought I'd be in this situation with him. Or, fuck, anyone. And it's a total mindfuck that I'm not even embarrassed by any of this. I just need him.

I'm completely under his spell as his fingers work their magic, building up my desire until I can’t take it anymore.

"Fuck, Ri," I grunt, as he slides one long finger into me. It's an odd sensation, but not bad. My body adjusts quickly, opening for him and what was a weird pressure morphs into pleasure.

He works me slowly, stretching me open until I think I’m gonna die if he doesn’t give me more. "More," I say and he smirks down at me because we both know I just begged him. Asshole.

With a low groan, Riot adds a second finger, filling me up in a way that makes my cock throb. He scissors his fingers, working me open and hitting something inside of me that makes my cock throb until I'm shaking with this desperation to feel him inside of me. I think I might explode unless he gets inside of me in the next thirty seconds.

Riot seems to read my mind, withdrawing his fingers and rolling on a condom before slicking himself up. "I can't believe you're gonna let me fuck you," he murmurs, running his fingers up my inner thigh.

"Believe it," I pant. "I want you so fucking bad, Golden Boy."

Riot's eyes flash at the nickname, but he doesn't protest as he lines himself up and starts to push inside of me. The pressure and stretch are intense, but I breathe deep and relax into it.

“You good?” he asks, and his body is rigid as he holds himself part way inside of me.

I nod and he blows out a breath, relaxing some. He goes slow, letting me adjust as he sinks deeper. It feels fucking amazing to be filled up by him. I've never felt this way with anyone else.

When his whole dick’s inside me, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck, Ri," I groan as he starts to thrust in long strokes. "Feels so good."

"You're so tight and perfect," he breathes, eyes locked on mine. "You were made for me, weren't you?"

I nod, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. I don't say it, but I think he was made for me, too.

We find a rhythm, our bodies moving together like we were supposed to do this all along. Riot's cock hits all the right spots inside of me, nailing what I'm guessing is my prostate with every stroke. I’m trembling and biting him and trying to pull him closer while I beg him to go harder.

He kisses me hard, swallowing every sound as he fucks me deeper. His hand slides down to grip my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. It's fucking perfect.

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