Page 14 of Taming Riot

I want more of her. I want everything.

It’s crazy to think it, but I crave her with a desperation unlike anything I have felt before. The soft press of her lips against mine . . . those fingers digging into my skin as drive my cock into her tight pussy, and fuck, just the memory of her soft tits arching into my touch is enough to get me all worked up.

By the time Sasha emerges from the elevator, dressed in nothing but little shorts and a crop top, my cock is already threatening to punch through the fabric of my pants.

“Hey, you’re here,” she breathes, her cheeks flushed pink and eyes wide as she blinks up at me innocently.

“I wanted to see you,” I say, closing the distance between us and slamming my lips down on hers. I wrap her long hair around my fist and tug, forcing a whimper from my mouth and giving me the perfect opening to deepen the kiss. I taste the mint toothpaste on her lips, and like everything else about this girl, it’s so damn addictive.

Her tits rise and fall as I kiss her, a tremble racking her body when I slide my hands up to her perfect globes, fondling them with my palms. She whimpers into the kiss when I pinch her puckered nipples through the thin top, my cock throbbing with the need to tear off her clothes and ravage her where we stand.

As if reading my thoughts, she breaks the kiss, her breath mingling hotly with mine. “Riot . . . we can’t. Not here,” she whispers, running her hand affectionately over my chest. “There are cameras all over the parking garage.”

I look up, and realize she’s telling the truth. There are cameras pointing in every direction, and taking her here will probably cause her trouble, not to mention I did promise to properly bed her the next time we did this.

I turn to Sasha to find her watching me, her eyes glassy and lips swollen from our kiss. “Then take me somewhere without a camera Sasha,” I tell her, leaning down and brushing my lips softly over hers. “Before I tear off your little shorts and fucking you where we stand.”

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She lives in a penthouse apartment, because of course she does. Where else would the daughter of the freaking attorney general live.

Don’t think about it!

Sasha mentions something or another about giving me a tour or getting me something to drink, but the roaring noise is back in my ears and all that makes sense is my need for this girl.

I have her backed up against the wall with my lips pressed down on hers before she can list out all the drinks she can offer me. She moans needily as I slide my lips over hers and press my throbbing dick against her bare stomach.

My hands are dirty with grease as I run them over her breasts, but she doesn’t seem to mind that they stain her top a bit. No, she doesn’t care that I am practically humping her into the wall and kissing her sexy little mouth like a man starved of touch for years.

A low groan kindles in my chest when she wraps her arms around my shoulders, responding just as needily to the kiss and making little mewling sounds that shoot straight to my hard cock.

“Want you,” I manage, the aggressive caveman in me unable to utter anything more than those two words. My need grows as I thrust our tongues together, drowning in her scent and addictive flavor before dropping my lips to her neck. She cries out, tipping her head back to allow me access. Her body trembles beneath mine as I rock my cock hard against her, faster and faster until I feel myself teeter too close to the edge. I almost spill in my pants, and I have to clench my jaw and stop myself from coming like some fourteen-year-old with no self-control.

Fuck!

This girl wrecks me. She does things to me no one ever has in my entire life, and I realize that staying away from this angel is impossible. I’m in too deep.

“Need you,” I growl, grabbing the waistband of her little shorts and tearing them down her thighs. I let out a shaky breath when I see that she has nothing underneath those shorts. “You’re driving me crazy, baby. I can’t think straight around you.”

“I can’t either,” she breathes, her pretty emerald eyes dazed when they lock on mine. “Want you too.”

“And you’ll have me,” I say roughly, my hands falling from her to unzip my jeans, groaning when I finally take my throbbing cock into my fist. Her breath comes in short pants when I use my knee to push her legs apart before guiding my hard length to her pussy. She’s wet, her sex practically dripping with arousal, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me the fuck on.

She trembles against me as I rub the head of my shaft between her damp folds. “Perfect. Every last inch of you is perfect baby,” I say gruffly, dropping my lips to hers even as pull her thigh higher over my hip and position the tip of my cock at her wet hole. “I hope your place is soundproofed because I’m going to rut your sweet little pussy so hard, they’ll hear you from the street below.”

She gasps when I ram my dick into her wet heat, and I almost spill immediately as her tight walls close around my throbbing cock like a vise, pulsing hotly around me and dragging me to the edge of the cliff. It takes every ounce of my self-control to not fall.

“Fuck, baby!” I grind out between clenched teeth, dropping my head to the slope of her neck and fighting for control. She’s so fucking tight, it’s a wonder I don’t spill on the spot. So tight and so fucking wet.

Unlike last night, there is no hesitation and no stopping as I start to rock into her, breathing harshly into her ear as I drive my cock in and out of her with the aggressiveness of a mad man, and if the sounds she makes are any indication, she loves every second of it.

“Yes, yes!” she chants, her voice hoarse as she leans up to meet my hard thrusts, her fingers digging into my shoulders and tearing at my overalls as I impale her into the wall. Her cries grow fevered when I grab her left leg and lift it to my thigh, sending me deeper into her sex. Something feral seems to grow between us as my shy little angel suddenly turns bold, tunneling her fingers into my hair and tugging hard with need.

“Mine,” I growl possessively, our skin sliding together in carnal dance. Pumping faster and harder into her tightness until her thighs begin to shake from the hovering climax.

“So close,” she sobs, tugging hard at my hair. “I’m so close, Riot. Oh God!”

I release my hold on her thigh and slide my hand up her sexy body before tugging down her top to reveal her puckered nipples. The move is so rough that it snaps a strap, but I don’t pay attention to that as my lips seek her aching buds, sucking the pebble into a hungry kiss, and that tips her over the edge. Her breath catches a second before the storm breaks.

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