Page 80 of Fighting a Riot

“It hurts,” he whispered. “Don’t remind me, Nora.” He drove two fingers inside me and lowered his lips to my clit. My ankles dug into his back. With his free hand, he gave my hip a squeeze and he hummed his approval.

“Oh my God, Yak,” I moaned, my hips moving.

He increased the rhythm of his fingers, but pulled his mouth away. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers and my face.”

His words were so coarse, yet I wanted to do that… no, I needed to ride him. I gave into my instinctive desire and heeded his words. My eyes closed while my hips alternated between bucking and grinding.

Yak made a satisfied noise against me and my gaze shot to his. The skin around his eyes had crinkled and I knew he was pleased with my reaction.

An orgasm like no other rushed over me. While I reveled in the sensations, I felt the bed jostling. The faint sound of something hitting the bed near my shoulder registered in my mind. Then I felt Yak’s warm lips trailing from my rib cage, up along my breasts, and gliding up the column of my neck.

He settled his hips and some of his weight on me. “Are you ready, Nora? Tell me if you’re not, because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once we get started.”

I smiled. “I’m definitely ready, Noah.”

“Open the condom,” he ordered.

At his unexpected bossy tone, my breath caught in my lungs. I glanced toward where I’d vaguely heard a sound and saw a foil packet. Once I opened it, he went up on his knees giving me an up-close look at his cock. I handed it toward him, but rather than take it from me he guided my hand toward his cock. He caught my gaze and we both rolled it on him.

It was the most erotic and intimate moment I’d ever experienced.

Heat and something more than admiration filled his eyes as he stared at me. He lowered his body, his cock lined up with me. I widened my legs and tipped up my hips. He ever-so-slowly and gently slid inside my pussy. For a moment, I thought he was treating me like something fragile, then I recognized it was because of the girth of his cock, and possibly because like me he wanted to savor the moment.

Once he had bottomed out, he nipped at my lips. “You’re all mine, Elenora.”

I trailed a hand up from his abs to his broad shoulders. Before I could speak, his lips came down and his tongue met mine. I drove my other hand into the soft curls at the back of his head. Our kiss intensified and Yak began to move his hips.

He broke the kiss and concentrated on taking us both there. My eyes took in the curve of his biceps as he held himself up. The day he worked out on the patio raced back to my mind and I grinned.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

I hesitated. “My vagina is thrilled because she’s finally where she wanted to be weeks ago when you lifted weights in the backyard.”

He grabbed my hand, linked our fingers, and slid our hands above my head. “Good to know, babe.”

His weight shifted and he used his other hand to grab my thigh. He pulled my leg up, his angle changed, and my back arched as pleasure flooded through me.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he hissed, sliding his hand down my thigh to the globe of my ass.

I moved my hips to meet his thrusts. His grip tightened and he lost some of his control. He powered into me and another orgasm hit me.

He dragged his lips from my neck up to my ear. “Love making you detonate, woman.”

My fingers grabbed his hair and I gave him a hard kiss.

Into my mouth, he made a noise, it sounded like a growl of satisfaction. His hips stilled and I felt his cock twitching inside me.

He took over the kiss for a moment, broke it, and gently rested his weight on me. “That was worth the wait, woman.”

I chuckled. “You sound surprised.”

He kissed the apple of my cheek. “Not surprised, satisfied.”

“Good,” I smiled, hoping he didn’t hear the relief in my voice.

His eyes widened at me. “Woman, don’t you say it like that. Knew the night I made you come in my kitchen that we would be fuckin’ phenomenal. It’s good to be proven right.”

I smirked. “I’m glad I could help you with that.”

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