Page 66 of Riot

I might be crazy, but Fallon is pure fire under all that ice, and I love it

“Did you fuck her?” she asks as she speeds up her hips.

“Who?” I frown, lost in the way she’s moving. She’s all I can think about, so who the hell is she talking about while rocking my world?

“Melissa.” I must still look confused because she slaps my hand away, pins it against the seat, and snarls. “The woman from a minute ago.”

“Oh.” Realization hits me, and I grin. Her eyes narrow in warning, and she clenches around me so tightly, I swear my soul leaves my body. I groan beneath her, pulling her down to take me deeper, but she pushes me away and slows down. “No. Not one of them. I just used her to try to make you jealous. Hell, I didn’t even know her name—any of them. I didn’t touch them. When they tried to touch my hand or flirt, I pushed them away,” I admit without shame, and her eyes flare.

“You made yourself look like a player to make me jealous when I didn’t even know you?” she scoffs, rolling her hips. “You fucking weirdo.”

“It worked.” I try to tug her down, wanting to taste the fire on her lips, but she resists. “I never fucked any of them. Why would I? You were all I wanted and all I thought about. They wouldn’t even compare. Hell, I couldn’t even get off in my own hand without imagining it was yours.”

“You really are obsessed,” she remarks, but it seems to pacify her, and she smiles as she speeds up, riding me once more. The driver has to know what we’re doing, but I don’t care. I wouldn’t stop my girl even if the world was ending.

“You’re finally starting to get it.” I lick my lips as I watch her pretty pink pussy take my cock deep, wishing her panties were gone so I could get a good look.

“Stop talking,” she demands, sliding her hand up her body to squeeze her breast through her dress as she clenches around me. Her moan fills the air, making me grit my teeth to stop me from rolling us and driving into her pussy until she screams.

She needs to be in charge right now. She needs this, so I’ll give it to her.

I’d let her torture me this way for the rest of our lives.

Her hand hits the roof of the moving car, her blazing eyes locking on me as she fucks the life out of me. I would die a happy man right here, being used for her pleasure.

“Whom do you belong to?” she asks.

“You,” I murmur. “I’m yours, Fallon.”

Her groan fills the car, her head falling back as her hips speed up, and I know she’s close. Her breath hitches, and she cries out, her cunt clamping down on my length so hard I see stars.

I stop moving and let her recover, but when her eyes land on me again, they are filled with a wicked gleam.

Sliding from my hard cock, she tugs her dress down as she eyes me, arching an eyebrow as if to dare me to protest. I nearly fucking come from that look alone. “You annoyed me tonight. You let her get too close to you. You are mine to use, no one else’s. This is your punishment. When you have been good, I’ll let you come inside me again. Until then, I’ll keep using you for my own pleasure. Understood?”

It’s another ploy to push me away, but it won’t work.

My cock drips with her cream as I put it away, then I sit up and kiss her cheek, grinning. “Completely,” I murmur against her skin. “I’m just fucking honored to have your cum on me, sweetheart. That’s enough for me. I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again, use me all you want. If you want me to crawl on my fucking knees or if you want to tie me to your bed, hard and ready to be ridden at all times, then I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Psycho,” she mutters, but she’s fighting a shy smile.

“You know it, sweetheart. I’m your psycho. Now take me home and ride me all night. Punish me.”

Her lips purse, and she glances at me, her icy eyes sliding down my body. “If you hold out all night, I’ll let you come when the sun rises.”

“Deal.”

Doesn’t she know I’ve been holding out for years? One night is nothing.

I’ve waited my entire life for her.

We stumble into the house, fumbling as she backs me toward her stairs, never once breaking our kiss. We hit a table and something crashes, but I don’t care and neither does she. My back hits a wall, and my head hits a painting. I feel it fall and smash to the side, but I don’t pull away from her as her hand slides across my chest.

“Ms. Fallon?” a shy, embarrassed voice calls from somewhere behind us. “Um, are you okay? Do you need anything?”

She turns her head, peering at whoever it is, but I don’t. I kiss down her neck as my hands hit her ass and hoist her up. She wraps those delicious long legs around me. “No, you can all leave.”

“Yes, Ms. Fallon.” There’s restrained laughter in the tone and then fading footsteps. I don’t wait for them to be gone; they can watch for all I care. I slide my hand under her dress and rip her panties off so she can’t use them to hide herself from me again.

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