Page 103 of Riordan's Revenge

“But we need to cut and run,” my friend continued. “Suck him good, bestie. See you on the other side.”

I hardly heard her and Lex leave. All I knew was Riordan’s touch when he pressed my jaw so I opened for him once more.

This time, he fed me his dick, holding my face as I took him inside. The music changed to something darker. Sultry as hell.

Without an audience, Riordan altered his attitude, too. He shifted forwards to the edge of the couch and took over the action, riding my face, though not deep enough to choke me.

Even if he wanted to.

After another few minutes, he growled and snapped his hips back then collected me from the floor to deposit me next to him on the sofa. I landed with a short exhale and automatically lifted my arse so he could remove the rest of my clothes.

Kissing my ankle, he held my gaze. “You’re as beautiful as you are crazy, wild girl.”

My cheeks warmed. “I did okay?”

“Let this tell you.”

He tugged me to lie flat on the cushions then ducked to lay another open-mouthed kiss to my thigh. A third direct to the centre of me. I sprawled out, lost to everything except for the feel of his tongue on my most sensitive parts. Every lick and flick had me desperate, every sound he gave up brought me close to the edge.

Riordan’s pleasure had wired me so tight I was filled with urgency. Bucking against his mouth and wet enough to soak his face and my thighs.

Right as I was at the precipice, he stopped.

My eyes flew open. I hadn’t realised they’d closed, but I absolutely got what he was about to do.

“No, please,” I begged. “Please don’t stop as punishment. I was being safe. I made sure I was protected. I’m sorry I scared you.”

In the dark room, Riordan loomed over me, his body forcing my legs open wide and his face all I could see. My breathing came in short stutters. I could cry for how badly I needed him to fill me. To finish me off. Whatever he said now, it was going to hurt.

With an expression resembling how I felt inside, Riordan pressed his lips to mine. Then fucked straight into me.

I moaned into his kiss. My knees fell open. My body accepted him in. He was so thick, it took several thrusts to bring him flush to my skin, no matter how wet I was. Then he rocked his hips. It hit into vital places inside me until so quickly I panted with desperate need.

“Tell me how you feel about me,” Riordan gritted out.

“So fucking in love.”

“Then understand the power of that is how I feel when you do something dangerous.”

He reared back and slammed into me. The action repeated. Again and again.

“Please don’t be angry.”

“I can’t switch off caring about you. Don’t make me try. Not half a day after we last had this conversation and here we are again.”

“Except ye aren’t threatening to leave me?”

“Not this time.”

The climax which had wound up tight then been held off rushed back and broke over me. Soundlessly, I gasped and clung to him, my brain a rush of light and feeling.

My throbs seemed to never end thanks to how hard he railed me, because Riordan wasn’t done. He fucked me relentlessly until I came a second time, throbbing around his dick and so well used I knew I’d be feeling it for days.

With a satisfied groan, Riordan pulled out and came over my breasts.

He collapsed down beside me, breathing as hard as I was, then drove his fingers into the mess, spreading it over my belly and down between my legs. His fingers pushed inside me.

“Dirty boy,” I breathed.

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