Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
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.
When I finally collapsed back on the bed, boneless and breathless, Riot crawled up my body, pressing kisses against my heated skin as he went. His eyes were dark with all kinds of emotion. Pride, eagerness, anticipation, but most of all raging desire shimmered in his gaze.
He reached into the nightstand and took out a condom. Stood to reason. He’d only just gotten out of prison. No way he didn’t have condoms handy. He ripped open the packet and rolled the bit of latex over his shaft.
When he laid on top of me once again, he gave me a brows-drawn look of longing. Stroking my face with one fingertip he leaned in to rub his nose against mine. “Are you sure, Vi? Last chance.” Instead of answering, I pulled him down for a kiss, then guided him inside me.
Chapter Thirteen
Riot
The feeling of her guiding me into her body nearly broke me. I’d never felt anything like this. The wet heat of her wrapped around me, taking me inch by inch. I had to clench my jaw to keep from coming right then. Sixteen years without a woman, and now I was buried inside the only one who’d ever mattered.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my forehead pressed against hers as I fought for control. “You feel so Goddamn good.”
She trailed her hands over my back, nails digging into my skin as I began to move. I started slowly, giving her time to adjust, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Also, I thought it might be a good idea for me to calm the fuck down or this would be over before it really began.
“More,” she whispered, lifting her hips to meet mine. “Please, Quinn.”
The sound of my real name on her lips pushed me further toward the edge. I drove into her, holding myself deep to keep from coming. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face. The flush on her cheeks, the way her lips parted with each thrust, the absolute trust in her gaze were all so satisfying I wanted to howl in victory.