Page 107 of Fighting a Riot

“I have enough energy for this. And don’t think you can argue with me until I give in. You told me you love me. I love you and I’m having my way with you, dammit.”

“Fuck. You are hell on wheels when you want something, babe.”

I pushed his shirt up. He grabbed the hem of his tank top, leaned forward and tore it over his head.

“Finally,” I whispered.

His tats ran from his collar bone down to his pectorals, all in black ink. A compass rose surrounded by chains took up the majority of his right pec, while the Riot MC patch sat over his left, moving in time with his steady heartbeat. Both tattoos had intricate lines to make it look like the pieces had been framed on his skin.

I traced the compass with my lips. “I never knew a tattoo could have such shading without other colors.”

His teeth let go of his bottom lip. “Yeah. Fred’s a fuckin’ master tattoo artist.”

My head raised. “Fred… your barber?”

He nodded. “Yeah, but I thought you had a mission, babe?”

I smirked. “So, I do.”

I kissed the point of the ‘S’ on the compass, then dragged my lips over to his Riot patch and traced my tongue around the fist which held up a skull. I didn’t get to the wings stretching out from behind the skull before Yak’s hand cupped the back of my neck.

“What are you doing, woman?”

I grinned. “Whatever I want.”

He took a deep breath. “There’s gonna be repercussions, Nora.”

With an eyebrow arch, I slid my hands down to the band of his shorts and pushed them down. “I intend to take care of that, Noah.”

His hands came to my wrists. “Sweetheart, you don’t—”

“I want to do this. You stopped me a few days ago, but I’m getting my hands on you, Yak.”

He bucked his hips and I dragged his shorts and boxer briefs down his legs. Then he let out a sigh. “Put those hands on me, but I’m looking forward to your perfect, hot mouth the most.”

I licked my lips and settled between his legs. “Me, too.”

His cock hardened more as soon as I took it in hand. His girth was even more admirable as I traced the thick vein from root to tip with my tongue. Yak’s breathing became labored and a sense of power flowed through me.

His knees came up and his thighs opened a little more. I opened my mouth and took him in fully. After the fourth upward stroke, I realized now he was breathing hard. I loved making him feel good, but I really wanted him to lose control. With my hand at the base of his cock, I gripped him firmly and stroked while keeping at him with my mouth.

“Dammit, Nora. Fuck, you feel so good.”

I peeked up at him. His eyes blazed at me, which only served as encouragement. I picked up my pace and sucked harder.

He put his hand behind my head to slow me down.

“Mm-mm,” I said around him.

“Nora,” he breathed, his head tilting backward. “You gotta slow down.”

I let him go long enough to say, “No way.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Nora.”

My fingers trailed down to fondle his balls while I took him in my mouth fully again. “Mm-hmm,” I hummed.

His deep-pitched groan sounded like a growl. He curled forward, forcing me to let him go. His hands grabbed my hips and I found myself turned one-hundred-and-eighty degrees. I still wore his shirt, but he wasted no time tearing my panties off. He licked at me and my breath froze in my lungs.

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