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“I want to go down on you,” she says seriously, her eyes golden in the gray light.
Wait… am I still dreaming?
A damn good dream, though, I think dazedly as she bows over me and puts that pouty mouth around my cock. Really fucking good.
At first she licks and tastes softly, too softly, building up the pressure slowly. I lift my hips restlessly, torn between grabbing a handful of hair and guiding her, and leaving her to her own rhythm.
“Yeah, like that,” Riddick mutters, his hand moving inside his boxer briefs, licking his lips. “Suck him, Princess. Harder. Don’t be scared to give it to him hard. He likes it.”
And his little student obeys, sucking harder, short-circuiting my brain.
“Use your hand, too,” Riddick pants, pulling his dick out and jacking off, his eyes gone dark with arousal. “And massage his balls, too. He’ll love it.”
I am loving it. And I think of telling Riddick to come closer so that I can blow him, but the pressure is already too much, especially when her clever little hand closes around my balls, squeezing. She does something with her tongue around the head of my dick, flicks it over the small slit at the top, and I cry out, lifting my hips, trying to fuck her mouth.
I’m coming before I find the words to warn her, a hot rush bursting from my dick, and I feel it all the way to the top of my head and down to my toes.
The pleasure rolls over me, lasting longer than I’m used to, my heart tripping once, then twice. I manage to pry my eyes open to see that she’s swallowed every last drop of my release, and her hand is still wrapped around my softening cock.
She smiles at me.
Fucking hell. My dick twitches.
Down, boy. Enough.
And dammit, I’m not even fully awake yet. In fact, after coming so hard, I’m ready to roll over and go back to sleep, my body lax and heavy, my heart slowly settling back into a steady rhythm.
Her grip on my cock tightens, and I hiss. “Wake up. It’s late.”
So? It’s a goddamn Sunday, and she just sucked my balls dry, or so it feels.
Then again…This is the one weekend I’ve allowed myself. Time is limited. I’m here, with them, and she’s holding my dick in her hand, looking sexy and aroused.
“What do you want, kitten?” I mutter, rubbing at my eyes. “Just say the word.”
“More room service?” Riddick’s grin makes my heart stop for a second. So wide and charming and…and bright.
“Depends. What do you have in mind?” I prop myself up on my elbows. “Remember workers’ rights.”
He snorts. “You’re my slave, dude. You’re allowed no rights.”
I gasp in mock outrage—and to hide how much my dick likes the idea of being Riddick’s slave.
“Will you fuck him, Riddick?” Brylee asks, and I gasp again, for a different reason.
My cock twitches and my ass clenches and fuck, this is nuts.
“I want to see if Ryan will get hard again,” she says, a wicked gleam in her eye, and I stare at her, torn between laughing and moaning.
She may look like an innocent, sexy angel but she’s a little devil.
Riddick groans, slowly jacking off, his cock huge. “Hell. What about you, Princess?”
“I decided… I want…” Her gaze slides away, her face red.
“You want, what?”
“I want this…”
