Page 8 of Taming Riot


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I slide my hand to her nape, holding her in place as I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting the Sherley Temple on hers. She makes a broken noise when our tongues slide together, the friction so hot, it has my cock throbbing in my pants.

Fuck, she tastes just as I imagined. Addictive.

Everything about this girl is highly addictive, and I can’t get enough of her. This is not the place to do this, but with the way she responds to my kiss, it’s only natural that my control is in shreds. I walk her backward, trapping her between my body and my bike before bringing my hand to the perfect swell of her tits. She whimpers into the kiss, pushing against my hand as I rub my thumb over the growing peaks and fondling her sexy tits greedily.

“Goddamnit, angel, you’re so hot,” I rasp against her lips, smiling when she leans up to chase my mouth for another kiss. “I could kiss you all night, but this is not the place . . . Fuck!”

The curse slips from me when she grabs the lapels of my jacket and pulls my mouth back down on hers, moving restlessly against me.

“Don’t stop,” she begs. The breathy little noises she makes shoot straight to my cock, making it harden painfully behind my fly.

I nudge her hips apart and settle my leg between them, pressing the friction of my jeans against her core and rubbing my cock against her hip as I kiss her, savoring the perfection of her mouth and committing it to memory.

“Fuck, sweetheart, we have to stop,” I pant, kissing her jaw and bringing my lips to her neck. “We can’t do this, not here.” She slips her finger into my hair, tugging hard at the strands even as she tilts her head back, allowing me access to her neck. She moans when I bite her earlobe before dragging my tongue over the smooth column on her throat, burying myself in her sweet floral scent. “Stop me, Sasha.”

“No, need you,” she breathes, a tremble racking her body when I press my hands to her back so she arches, allowing me to trace her nipples with my lips, licking at the tight buds over her dress. “Riot, please. D-don’t stop.”

Fuck me!

She’s all worked up. A far cry from the shy girl I met earlier today. That girl couldn’t even maintain eye contact for a few seconds, but this vixen is begging me to take her in a literal parking lot. My throbbing cock is on board with the idea.

I raise my head to look around and ensure the parking lot is empty before lifting the hem of her short dress and sliding my hands up her naked thighs. She bucks against me when I drag my knuckles over her pussy, and I groan deeply when I find her panties drenched. Fuck, they’re practically molded to her slit with how wet she is.

“Is this what you want?” My voice is rough as I lock my gaze with hers in the dim light. “For me to fuck you in some parking lot?”

She hesitates for a moment, her innocent shyness returning briefly. Then determination comes into her gaze, and she says, “Yes.”

My eyes remain locked on hers as I grab the waistband of her underwear and tug it down her thighs. She gasps when I tear the fabric away completely, leaving her bare beneath her dress.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl,” I rasp, bringing my finger back to her sex and rubbing it in circles over her clit, gathering her arousal onto the thick digit. Her lips part on a soundless gasp as I tease her sex before withdrawing my finger and raising it to my lips. She tastes like heaven, intoxicating. “I won’t stop at just a taste,” I warn her.

“I don’t want you to,” she whispers dazedly, almost as if the cover of night has done what the day cannot. It gives her the courage to speak her desires.

“Keep your hands on me.”

That is all the warning I give before I drop to my knees in front of this perfect girl. I push open her thighs and wish it wasn’t so dark, so I could see her clearly, but tonight, I will settle for tasting her.

She whimpers when I lean in and inhale her soft peach scent, brushing my lips over her wet pussy to taste her arousal. Her flavor explodes in my mouth, and suddenly, I am ravenous. I bury my face between her legs and slide my tongue through the wet valley of her sex, gathering her sweet arousal. Her cry rings in my ears, but I don’t stop to question how far her voice carries.

I’m too far gone to care who might find us here.

I clutch the back of her left thigh as I lap hungrily at her trembling sex, but she doesn’t remain still for long. Sasha buries her fingers in my hair and starts rocking her sex toward my starved lips, slowly at first until her confidence and desperation grow. She coats my mouth and chin with her arousal that seems to increase by the second, her broken cries fueling me on.

“Oh God,” she sobs, her palm slapping the seat of my bike when I drag my tongue over her clit before taking the swollen bud between my lips and sucking gently. Her legs stiffen against me, and she begins to shake at the light suction I apply to her clit, and it’s not until I increase the pressure that she stills against me seconds before her body begins to convulse. She cries out her pleasure as I drag my tongue over her sex, lapping up the evidence of her climax.

My hands are on my zipper as I quickly rise to my feet. I unzip my jeans and push them down along with my briefs. She gasps when I slide an arm around her waist and lift her to the seat of my bike before guiding my cock to her pussy, my balls aching with the need to come.

“Your pussy is a fucking dream, sweetheart,” I growl, sliding my shaft between her wet folds. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and buries her face against my neck.

“Yes,” she moans, rocking against me.

“I’m not going to fuck you yet, baby. But when I do, I’m going to take you deep and fast. Fuck you so hard, you’ll scream my name.”

“Please,” she whispers impatiently, propping her thighs on my hips as I thrust against her pussy. I’m dying to be inside her, to feel her warmth tight around my shaft. But my angel deserves more than a quick fuck in a parking lot.

The head of my cock catches on her hole as I move against her, making her cry out. I tease her opening with my tip, so fucking desperate for release. I have to remind myself why taking her here where anyone could pass by is a bad idea. But it seems my angel has other plans because she shocks me by tilting her hips up just as I thrust against her, causing my tip to press inside. We both gasp at the sensation, but before I can move away, Sasha puts her hands on my hips and pulls me in tighter, impaling herself completely on my cock in one swift move.

My eyes shoot wide open, and the cry she lets out barely registers through my shock, her fingers digging into my skin.

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