Page 67 of Riot

I debate going upstairs, but I won’t make it, so instead, I drop her to the steps, pressing her back with one hand behind her head to stop it from hitting the step and getting hurt as I shove her dress up and drive into her tight cunt.

“Night, Ms. Fallon!” someone squeaks.

“Goodnight,” she calls breathlessly, her eyes on me as she lifts one leg and throws it over my shoulder. “Fuck me harder.”

Her moans fill her mansion as I fuck her on the stairs like the animal I am.

One hand grips her head, while the other holds her thigh, giving me leverage to drive into her. I bend down and bite her neck as I fill her tight cunt over and over. Her moans spur me on, driving me wild.

“Kage, fuck!” she exclaims, and her back arches as her cunt grips my cock so hard I almost come. I have to fight my own release, causing my chest to heave. It almost hurts as she slumps under me, her eyes closed and lips parted on a breath.

“I’m not done with you yet. I have a promise to keep,” I tell her as I lick her lips until her eyes open and meet mine.

I pull from her dripping, clinging cunt, and both of us groan at the sensation as I slide my arms more solidly around her.

She’s boneless when I lift her and carry her into the kitchen, where I lay her on the counter. Grabbing one of her fancy cooking knives, I slice off her dress. Her eyes narrow in anger. “That was six thousand dollars.”

“Bill me,” I snarl, sliding out my wallet and grabbing a stack of cash. I toss it on her chest before adding more. “This is for the others I’m about to ruin.”

She smiles, ignoring the money, and leans back, spreading her legs so I can see her juicy cunt begging to be licked and fucked. “Fine, then keep your promise,” she replies.

Leaning in, I drag my tongue over her chest and up her neck, tasting her skin until I reach her ear. “I plan to. This cunt is going to be stuffed full of my cock until dawn. Can you handle it?”

“I can handle anything,” she responds breathlessly, tilting her head to give me better access. “So stop talking.”

Fine. If she doesn’t want me to speak, then I’ll put my mouth to better use, like licking her cunt.

I’m about to drop to my knees when I see the fruit bowl, and a wicked idea fills my head. Her eyes narrow as I reach for it.

“Kage, what?—”

Choosing a peach, I take a bite before leaning down and licking her pussy. “Fuck, it tastes the exact same.” I rub the fruit across her cunt, getting it nice and wet before shoving it into my mouth and chewing.

She watches me the entire time, her mouth parted in shock and desire, and when I swallow the fruit, I drag my tongue up her cunt again. “Juicy,” I murmur. “So fucking sweet, just like my girl. I want to swallow you like that.”

“Then do it,” she orders, tossing her leg over my shoulder and pressing her cunt against my face. “I’m tired of hearing your voice. All I want is your tongue, not your words.”

Fuck, I love it when she’s mean.

Reaching down, I fist the top of my leaking cock to stop myself from coming as I shove my tongue inside her. Her whimper makes my hips smack into the counter, the pain driving me a little crazy as I fuck her with my tongue. I rub my nose against her clit until she grinds against my face, using it to find her pleasure.

She’s all I taste, feel, and see, and I fucking love it.

I want more.

I ignore my screaming lungs as her thighs clench around my head, and I lick and suck her ripe cunt until she spills across my tongue with a cry. Her cream slides down my throat as I drink it down, not missing a single fucking drop as her hips jerk. She reaches down, and she can’t decide if she wants to push me away or pull me closer, but I’m not going anywhere.

I’ll fucking die right here between my rock star’s legs with the taste of her pussy on my tongue.

I was made to serve her and bring her pleasure, nothing else.

She finally pushes me away and lies back on the counter, her chest heaving as she throws an arm over her face. “Fuck, I might not survive until dawn.”

Smirking, I lift my girl bridal style and head toward the stairs. “You have a two-minute break before I’ll be back inside you, sweetheart. You better be ready.”

I keep my promise and fuck her all night. She comes so many times, neither of us can count, but if anything, it only makes us more determined to last. My cock aches, my balls hurt, and my body is covered in sweat from how close I keep getting to filling her with my release, only for her to stop and leave me bereft and sore. Part of me even likes the pain and the look she gets in her eyes as she watches me struggle and give into her demands and wants.

The bright early light of dawn spills through the open curtains and over my goddess, who rolls her hips as she rides me. She turns her head and sees it before grinning down at me, her hands splayed on my chest. “You were a good boy. A promise is a promise, you can come.”

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