Page 53 of Hating On Riot

Dark head of hair. Long hair everywhere. Across my thighs. Falling over my dick. Spread out over the covers. Needing to see her beautiful face and her mouth taking in my size, I gather up the thick, onyx strands and hold them up over her head.

Precum leaks from my dick. She lowers her head. My mouth goes dry. Anticipation kicks up my heartbeat so fast, and quickly, I swear my heart will burst from my chest.

Hesitantly, she mouths the thick head. Her mouth is soft. Her breath is warm on my overly sensitive flesh. Groaning, I bounce the back of my head on the pillow.

“You’re killing me softly, baby,” I say in agony.

She looks up and peers at me from beneath hooded eyes. “Is what I’m doing okay?” Her forehead crinkles. “Am I hurting you?”

She’s concerned that she’s hurting me? I cup the side of her face. This girl and her big heart . . . “It’s more than okay. What you did has heat coursing through my veins.” For fuck’s sake, I’m spouting lines from my mom’s steamy romances. “Do it again,” I beg, biting my lower lip.

She does. Then, she changes things up, which has me fisting her hair in my hand. She swirls her tongue over the head. Runs the tip of her tongue over the slit. Licks the precum off my angry cock.

A groan slips from me. My balls pull tight to my body. I tighten my grip on her hair and guide her head up and down my boner. She takes in my length. The head hits the back of her throat. She deep-throats my dick. Chokes on my girth and length as I lift my hips.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good.”

She goes harder with her mouth, sucking until her cheeks hollow.

I’ve dreamt of this, her between my legs, taking in my cock like a pro.

But that’s the thing. She’s not a pro. She’s never given a guy head, and I was a prick, putting my needs above hers, though she asked—no, begged—to give me a BJ.

“Baby.” I smooth my palm over her head with my free hand to get her attention. With my cock in her mouth, she looks up at me. “Let go, sweetheart,” I say in agony, but it has to be done.

She lets go of my cock with a loud pop. Saliva coats her mouth. A string of it trails as she turns away from me. “I disappointed you.”

There’s hurt in her voice. I had glimpsed uncertainty on her face. “Nah, baby. You surpassed my wildest dreams.”

I grab her under the arms and bring her to me. Needing to reassure her, to take away the hurt, I press a kiss to her trembling bottom lip, then get her onto her back with my arms resting alongside her head.

She looks up at me with a quizzical expression.

“I want us to come together for our first time, and there’s a way to do that.” I run my finger over her pulse point. Her heart is beating fast, hard. “Do you trust me?”

She nods.

“Words, beautiful.”

“Yes. Yes, Riot,” she murmurs, her eyes hooded but locked on mine.

“Good.” I smile. “That’s good, baby.”

Letting her keep her tank top, I slip her shorts off. No underwear whatsoever. My girl is naughty, and I like it. I check in. “Still okay, baby?” I look down at my beautiful Arie.

“Yes.”

“Good.” I brush my knuckle over her bottom lip.

Her pupils dilate. Her chest rises and falls with shallow breaths. I lower my head and press my mouth over hers. Her mouth is so soft, and she tastes sweet, like ripe berries, when she opens to me.

I’ll never tire of kissing Arie. I'll never get enough of how her soft body molds to the lines, curves, and hard edges of mine in this perfect fit that never ceases to amaze me, especially given how tall and big I am compared to her small size. I’ll always be in awe of how responsive her body is to me.

She trembles. Her head goes from side to side. Her fingers clutch the covers before her arms and legs wrap around me, cocooning me in her heat. I nuzzle her neck and murmur how beautiful she is. How much I like when she hangs on to me like she’s a baby koala. She’s cute and shy when she wants to be.

Arie is cuddly as fuck when cold air comes in through the slightly opened window at night, getting her to curl into my body before she untangles herself from my arms and sneaks into the spare room.

She doesn’t think I know, but I do. I’m also well aware of this Sean POS she’s texting back and forth with. The notifications popped up on her screen, and I caught a glimpse before she turned the screen upside down.