Page 82 of Hating On Riot

“You’re beautiful, Arie. So fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at you, baby.”

Her eyes flutter open. Her fingers go to my hair. Threading her fingers through the strands, she pulls me down to her and presses her mouth to mine. Her mouth is soft. Her breath on my lips is warm. She coaxes my mouth open, and groaning, I surrender my heart and soul to her. We kiss and kiss.

I worship her, from her mouth to her stubborn chin.

I linger on her breasts. Take each nipple in my mouth. I swirl my tongue over the little buds. She arches her back. I slip my hand between her legs. Her hips come off the bed. After giving the little balls their attention, I go low. I trace hearts on Arie’s inner thighs with my tongue. Blow away the wetness I’ve left behind.

She moans and slides her fingers in my hair.

I kiss closer and closer to her sex.

She yanks my hair.

I chuckle on her skin.

She yanks harder.

“Impatient—”

“Finish that sentence, and I will suck the soul from you through your cock, Riot.”

I smile. “Hmm, challenge accepted, baby. Impatient little thing, aren’t you?”

Laughing, she covers her eyes with her arm.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Please, Riot.”

I tongue her clit. She trembles. I suck on her clit. She moans. I eat her out. She tries scrambling away from me. “Uh-uh, babe. I’m an eater, sweet thing, and you are my first and only customer.” I eat her out until she’s begging for my cock.

I slide inside her inch by thick inch. I check in. “Doing okay?”

She shakes her head.

“Should I stop?” I say in agony. She is wet, tight, so damn tight.

“Keep going. Please keep going.” She pulls her knees back. Her legs fall to the side.

I give her more of my girth, my length. Beads of sweat line my forehead. My cock pulses. Her inner muscles tighten around my dick. Her pussy wants to devour my throbbing cock. Fuck me, I want to lose my boner in her heat. In her tight, wet pussy.

“More,” she rasps, her eyes on me before she looks between our bodies. “We’re finally doing this. Making love.”

I can’t help but smile. I love this woman so much. “Yes, baby.”

I go deeper. She sucks in a breath. I rock my hips. What she does next surprises me, but it shouldn’t. My woman is brave. She lifts her hips at the same time she pulls me to her with her arms around my neck. My cock slides in, breaks through a barrier, and we hold our breaths, afraid of what I’m not sure.

I move in and out. She’s so wet. So tight. It’s been too long. I’m ready to blow my load. But I aim to make this the best first time for Arie. Or maybe she’s trying to make sure I never forget.

She wraps her legs around my waist, arches her hips to mine, and meets my every thrust. We’re in sync. She’s panting. I’m out of breath. My heart beats a mile a minute. Her pulse pounds too, jumping beneath her jawline. I pound harder. Her nails rake my back. Pain followed by pleasure when she squeezes her inner muscles around my thick rod.

“Fuck, that feels good.” Her heels dig into my ass cheeks. “That too, baby.” I rock into her. Each thrust gets us closer. Each moan and groan will be branded into my memory forever.

“I’m close. I’m so close, Riot.” She reaches for my hands.

I interlace our fingers together. Looking down into eyes full of love, I capture her mouth in mine, thrust inside her to the hilt, and watch in awe as she comes apart with an expression of satisfaction that has me falling even harder for her.

“I love you, Arie.”