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He knew what she wanted, what she needed. River’s emotions went from high to low in a split second. Right now, her feelings were hurt, mad, and a little confused. She needed the fight to feel in control. Sometimes her control needed to be taken away completely. “Are you wet, sweetheart?” Sucking her ear lobe into his mouth, Riot bit down on it as he moved even more firmly against her. When River moaned softly, he moved back so he could look at her. She was breathtaking. Her head was back, eyes closed, lips wet and slightly parted.

He tugged her shirt over her head, staring at the beautiful woman beneath him. Riot’s cock pushed against his jeans to be free.Not yet, he reminded himself. This wasn’t a sprint, this was a marathon. Tugging her lacy bra beneath her luscious breasts, he nipped and suckled each pink, delicious peak. The sweet moans beckoned him to continue. As he unbuttoned her jeans, River’s hand caught his, helping get them unfastened.

Her eyes popped open, and it took a moment to clear her vision. “What am I thinking? I can’t do this.”

“You can’t, or you won’t?” His fingers trailed along her stomach, causing little shivers that Riot loved. His fingers delved deep, finding her wet and ready for him. Yes, his woman needed to lose control for a little while. “I think you can.” Leaning his head into her chest, his tongue teased her tight nipples again until he got that low, desperate moan he wanted. “You want me to stop, sweetheart?” Riot growled against her skin.

“You—” River intended to protest to say stop but his tongue pressing against her hard nipple made her lose what self-control she had. When he pulled away, she looked at him, her body throbbing. Her chest rose and fell heavy with excitement.Fuck it. She dropped her head backas he stood from the bed and grabbed her foot, pulling her to him.

Riot stripped her bare, wanting nothing between them. He kicked out of his jeans, his cock throbbing. He stroked it, watching her watch him. Wanting, waiting for him to take all her control away.

Crawling on to the bed, he lifted her leg over his shoulder. She moaned as his tongue licked up her inner thigh. Her sex throbbed, waiting for him to taste and tease. One stroke was all she got before he pulled back. “Please don’t stop.”

The last thing Riot would do was stop. Every inch of River would remember him touching and teasing her by the end of tonight. His tongue and fingers teased and tortured her. He felt her body shudder as she shattered when the first orgasm hit. She would be doing that a lot tonight. He smiled, skimming his mouth over her stomach. He opened his eyes and stared into hers. Climbing between her legs, his cock at her entrance, she closed her eyes and he stopped. “Watch me, sweetheart.” Her eyes popped open and stared at his face. She tried focusing on him as he applied pressure to her clit with his fingers. “Riot,” she moaned. He positioned himself at her entrance, reached up, gripping her hair, and drove into her.

She was so tight. Her walls squeezed around him. The need to have more of her wrapped around him pushed him harder to feel her cum again. Neither one wanted soft and sweet. He gave them both what they wanted, what they needed. Lost in the need to dominate Riot took her hard and fast, he barely heard River as she fell apart beneath him Riot tumbled over the edge right behind her. Balancing himself on his elbows he tried to keep his weight off of her. “Fuck, you all right sweetheart?”

“Mmmhmm.”

He rolled over and pulled River on top of him. He was far from done with her body, but a light knock on the door made him pause. When it stopped, Riot tugged on River, forcing her to move further up his body so his mouth could play with her breast. She straddled him, rubbing herself along his semi-hard shaft, hoping his recovery time would be fast.

When the knocking on the room door resumed, Riot became pissed off. “Don’t move,” he growled as he left River laying on the bed, hands above her head, legs spread wide. Grabbing his shirt, he wiped his face and his cock off as he walked to the door. Snatching it open. “WHAT?”

Standing in the doorway was the hotel manager—the female manager. And her eyes weren’t on his face. “You need a picture, darling?” Her eyes snapped up to meet his. Her face was now bright red as Riot stood holding the door open, one hand on the door jamb as he leaned out to see who might be lingering in the hall.

“I’m…well…”

“Get to it, darling, I’m busy in here.” He heard River stifle a laugh as he waited for the manager to find her words. He didn’t move back as she tried peering in.

“We are getting… noise complaints. Is everything okay in there?”

Riot smiled at the woman. “Oh, things are going very well in here. I’ll try to keep the noise down.” Her eyes were back on his cock. Poor thing would be dreaming about the things she could do to it all night. “Anything else I can help you with?” With her face beet red as the woman turned, rushing off and shaking her head. Rio closed the door and stalked back into the room. River was right where he had left her.

“You had to answer the door naked with a hard-on?”

“Well she wasn’t waiting for me to finish.”

“So, tell me. How do you intend to keep me quiet?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t intend to keep you quiet. They’ll kick us out before that happens.

River stared at him as he crawled over her on the bed. “Now, where were we?” he asked, sliding his fingers into her folds. “Mmmm, I think I remember.”

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Trailing her fingers along one of his surgery scars, River leaned over, placing kisses where her fingers moved over. She kept moving over his hip, running her hands over his thighs. She wiggled them open with her shoulders wanting to enjoy him as much as he had her.

Before she could get him worked up, a knock startled them. “Damn it, why did we order pizza?” River mumbled.

Riot moved her, rolling away to get up. He laughed at her. “It’s probably that lady manager again.” Grabbing a towel from the floor, he wrapped it around his waist as he yanked the door open, expecting the woman. Instead he found the delivery guy, who already looked frazzled. He would have hated to add to the man’s distress. “I’ll take it, my man. Give me a second and I’ll grab you a tip.”

The guy said, “It’s cool,” and rushed off.

“Weird…”

“Weird? Babe, he was probably scared of what was happening in this room.” She laughed, getting up to pick up his shirt that lay on the floor. It would probably aggravate Riot to no end that she covered up. Mid-stream of sliding her arms into the blasted thing, she heard a hiss from across the room. Looking at Riot, she stopped.

“Fuck, River, you should be pissed at me.”

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