Page 55 of Riot's Thorn
Oh, it’s so fucking on.
“Take off your shirt.” It’s actually my shirt. She looks so hot in it, it’s the only thing I want her to wear ever again.
She pulls it off, and her fat tits sway naturally. I bend down to kiss her hard and give one of her nipples a twist until she’s squirming, and then I slap it hard enough to turn her pale skin pink.
“Riot,” she squeals.
“Lucas. Call me Lucas,” I say, needing to be a real person to her, not some motorcycle club character everyone thinks I am.
“Okay. Lucas.” She says it almost reverently, like it’s a secret only we share.
I take her in, and the only words I can come up with are, “All mine, Little Thorn. You’re all mine. Now open up.”
Once again, her lips part, and this time, she rests her hands on her thighs. That slight difference is a huge leap in trust, one I’ll never violate. I slip past her teeth and fist her hair, ready to use her for my pleasure. She relaxes her throat without a reminder, making it easy to fuck her face. Taking things to the next level, I hold myself down her throat as far as I can go.
“Fuuuuuck,” I drawl, pulling out enough for her to catch her breath. Drool is leaking from the corners of her mouth, stringing to her chest. “The way you choke and gag around me feels so goddamn good. Ready?”
She nods, tears trickling down her cheeks, but there’s a determined look in her eyes. She wants to please me. I work in short thrusts this time, waiting until I’m ready to come before pushing down her throat again. The thought of my cum inside her, becoming part of her, has my balls tightening and ready to explode.
“I want to come down your throat. If you don’t want that, slap my thigh.” Her hands don’t move. “I’m so proud of you. You’re doing such a good job. Are you ready for me to fill you up? You’re gonna make me come so hard. Suck, baby. Milk it out of me. Yes, exactly like that.”
I look down and see her hand has moved between her thighs. Normally, I would require permission for her to touch herself, since I own her, but admittedly, knowing what I’m doing is turning her on so much that her hand slips into her panties does things to me. Good things.
“My little horny slut gets turned on by having her face fucked, huh? Mmm, you love it when I use you, don’t you? You want to be mine. You want to exist for my pleasure, don’t you?” Her hand moves faster as she gets herself off while I talk all kinds of shit, holding myself off until her posture changes and she moansaround my cock. Only then do I grab each side of her head and push down as deep as I can get. My body goes rigid as an orgasm hits me hard with so much pleasure, I don’t ever want it to end.
My cum shoots down her throat, and as she’s choking and gasping, trying to breathe, her throat closes around me. The constriction makes my eyes roll back into my head. She can’t keep up with the volume, though, and I feel the wet warmth leak down my balls.
“Fuck me.” I pull out and trace the tip of my cock around her parted lips as she fights to catch her breath. Her face is red, her glasses are crooked, and she looks wrecked, but she’s smiling. I drop to my knees in front of her and push her to the floor, covering her with my body. “You did so good. The best head I’ve ever had.”
“Really?”
“Hands down. Now let me clean you up.” I drag my tongue over her chin coated in my cum then move lower to the saliva mixed with my seed all over her chest and tits.
“Lucas, you don’t need to?—”
I cut her off by biting a nipple. She’s covered in a mix of us, and I’ll be damned if I wash that down the drain. It’s too meaningful to me. So, like a cat, I clean her with my tongue, moving down her body. “You made a mess in your panties too. I better clean that up while I’m at it.”
“Can I touch you?” she asks.
“What a good girl, asking for what you want. Yes, Little Thorn. Touch me all you want. You deserve it.” I pull her wet panties down and settle between her legs. Her cute little clit is red and swollen from her previous orgasm, making it easy to wrap my lips around it and suck. Her hips shoot up off the floor, and she screams my name while running her hands over my head.
Not wanting to penetrate her in case she is still sore, I take turns licking her clean and sucking on her clit, which only makes her cream more, giving me more to clean up. On my fourth round, she grinds against my face, holding me right where she needs me. I eat her through her second orgasm, leaving her spent and boneless.
“Now, kiss me. We taste so good together. It’s addicting.” I lower on top of her and kiss her breathless.
“Holy shit,” she says. “Is it always like this?”
“No. But with us, I think it will be.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
PARKER
Riot—no, Lucas—and I spend the rest of the day relaxing. He makes me eggs and toast, and we eat in bed, him with his back against the hard metal headboard and me cross-legged at his side. After breakfast, he brings Ben and Amy into the bed with us, and we take a nap, all snuggled together.
The sun is low in the sky when we wake. I know my sleep schedule is messed up, but I don’t care. I’m floating on clouds of endorphins and pride. It’s a stupid thought filled with so much patriarchal brainwashing, but I feel like a woman now, like I finally know my own body.
Sugar made us some plates for dinner, so Riot leaves to collect them while I take Ben and Amy into the living room. They’re wired after our nap and immediately start wrestling while I watch, laughing at how crazy they are. Minutes later, Riot returns. He sets one of the paper plates in front of me and takes his to his little corner. I don’t miss how his dinner is pretty bland, just a quesadilla and white rice, while mine is a chicken fajita loaded up with veggies, meat, cheese, and sour cream.
