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“More, Riot I need more,” I breathe against his lips, causing him to shudder against me.
I whimper when he pulls out of me before spinning me around to face his bike. He presses my shoulder and bends me over his bike before sinking his cock into me again, the new position sending him impossibly deeper.
Oh God. Oh fuck!
The slapping sound of our bodies coming together fills the empty parking lot. Or at least I hope it’s still empty, but I’m too far gone to bother looking around. I cry out when he holds me steady so he can drive his shaft into me and fill me, and it’s all I can do to not scream. It feels so freaking good, and I never want it to end . . .
As though hearing my silent plea, Riot digs his fingers into my skin and thrusts his cock faster and faster into me until I am bucking against the bike. Pleasure erupts within me with every drive, but all I can do is cling to the bike and take his heavy cock, feel the caress of his calloused, fingers, and hear his pleasured groans as he comes apart against my back.
My heart clenches painfully at the thought of this being a one off, but I block it out, unwilling to taint this perfect moment with thoughts of a future I cannot control.
“Riot . . .” I breathe when I feel myself teeter on an edge that feels so close, and yet, so far.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he says, dropping his hand between my legs and stroking my clit in rough circles, ones that send fire roaring through my abdomen. I whimper as he strokes me faster, his thrusts becoming frenzied.
“Oh God, so close, Riot . . .” I chant, digging my nails into his bike’s seat and no doubt tearing at the leather, but I can’t stop. The pleasure building in me is a cord threatening to snap and send me into oblivion. When, at last, it does, I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams.
I climax with a harsh cry, my knees nearly giving out as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through my body. Riot slams into me harder and faster before he stills, roaring hoarsely as he shoots ropes of hot, sticky seed into me, rutting me hard until he’s spilled every last drop deep inside of me.
He wraps his arm around my waist to support me, pulling me back against his chest. “Mine,” he rasps into my neck, causing my breath to catch. His voice is rough and dazed, so surely, he doesn’t truly mean it.
Of course, he doesn’t.
He just met me. There is no way he would lay claim over me so soon, but even knowing the truth, I let myself imagine what it would be like to belong to this man.
Snap out of it, Sasha.
This will have to be enough. It’s more than what I ever imagined I would get. No one will ever believe that little Alexandra Sasha Greenwald gave her virginity to a dangerous biker in some parking lot.
It will be a treasured secret to hold in my memory.
“Thank you,” I whisper, straightening my dress and leaning down to grab the purse I’d dropped, then digging around for some wipes. It’s certainly not the most ideal, but at the moment, it’s all I have.
Riot doesn’t say much as I clean up the best I can, and when I turn to face him finally, my cheeks are hot with embarrassment and uncertainty. I wince a little at the soreness I feel when I move, something I should have considered when I was begging him to take me harder, but I wouldn’t change anything about what we did.
“Why did you thank me?” he finally asks, brushing my hair from my face and running his eyes over my expression. “I shouldn’t have taken your virginity here. You should have told me.”
“I don’t care—”
“Well, I do,” he tells me. “You’re a beautiful girl, Sasha. Beautiful inside out and deserve to be worshipped and loved in beautiful ways and beautiful places.”
His words render me speechless. It’s unexpected, hearing them come from him, and the effect they have on me . . .
No, I cannot afford to develop feelings for this man.
I would be dooming myself to a life of pain if I do because I know I can’t keep him, and yet, I can’t help myself. When he says something like that or holds me close to him, kissing me softly and affectionately, what is a girl to do but fall for the rogue?
“Riot . . .”
“Next time, I’ll make love to you the way you deserve.”
There will be no next time. Tell him, Sasha. Tell him that after tonight, you’ll never see him again.
“Okay,” I whisper instead, sighing contentedly when he wraps his massive arms around my shoulders.
“Now let’s go get you something to eat,” he says, pulling back from the embrace and grabbing a helmet. “I only have one today, but I’ll get you one of your own.” He slides it over my head before snapping it into place. He straddles the bike and motions for me to follow. I climb up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.
Usually, I have an aversion to trying new things, seeing how I always get into accidents, but I trust Riot. As crazy as it sounds, I know I am safe with this man.
