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Can I trust that?

“Yes, you can trust that, Moss. I have not lied to you yet with the words that come out of my mouth. I may not tell you things, but I needed to trust you first. You will be by my side no matter what, unless I know it will be dangerous.” I didn’t say that out loud, it’s like he can read my thoughts. Tears are in my eyes, sitting on my bottom lids, threatening to spill at one more heartfelt comment from his gorgeous mouth.

“I’m scared,” I choke out, overwhelmed by the emotion that’s clogging my throat. The tears now spill over, running down my cheeks as more continue to spill out. My lip quivers, and I look down at my hands trapped under Riot’s side.

One of his hands comes to grip my chin and make me look back at him. His eyes search through mine again before speaking, “I know, me too. You scare me, and my heart. As much as I want to fuck you with fear, this is not the fear I want you to have. I want to fuck you hard and fast after chasing you around our house for something you know you weren’t supposed to do. I’d bend your pretty little ass over my knee and make it turn the prettiest shade of crimson.” He winks, and I blush slightly.

“I trust you,” I wobble. I don’t trust him, but I want to. I really, really want to, so I give him a chance.

“Your face says otherwise, Moss,” he gruffs with a small chuckle.

“I don’t trust you. But I want to. Show me I can trust you.”

He takes a few more seconds looking in my eyes before his lips reattach to mine, somehow hungrier than last time. His free hand roams my body, taking time on every inch.

They caress my shoulder, squeezing lightly. They move to my breast, kneading it in his hand. He pinches my nipple with his pointer finger and thumb, eliciting a loud moan out of me. He swallows it greedily before pinching again.

The hand on my throat releases as his lips move down my face, peppering kisses everywhere before they move to my neck, letting my head fall back as he starts sucking on the sensitive area where my neck and shoulder meet, more moans clawing out of my throat, echoing in the night.

His lips move down my chest, stopping at where the top of my shirt starts before he looks up at me, asking for permission. Nodding my head, he doesn’t waste any time before ripping the shirt over my head. I’m wearing a light pink lacy bra that pulls a deep growl out of his chest, vibrating my body.

My head falls back on the chair again when he pulls my nipple into his wet, hot mouth through the fabric, paying equal attention to both buds that perk up with the chilly night air.

His exploring moves more south, kissing every inch of my stomach and my hips. Once he reaches my leggings, he pauses, and I look down at him to see him asking for permission again.

It takes me a few seconds before nodding my head yes, the war waging in my mind, driving me crazy along with feeling his lips everywhere. He slides my leggings and panties down at the same time, kissing the skin on each thigh, knee, and calf as he goes down.

Once he gets them all the way off, he stops, and his eyes rake down my body, looking at every detail and mark. Every imperfection. I go to move my hands over my body to cover it, and he growls, pushing my hands away to my sides, keeping them pinned there.

“Do not ever hide yourself. I could stare at you for lifetimes and still see the goddess you are. You are fucking beautiful and whoever tells you otherwise will die.” He growls, nipping the skin of my thigh with his teeth, and an embarrassing noise slips out of my mouth.

“Spread your legs, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy that’s soaking wet for me. It is, isn’t it?” He taunts, his eyes sparkle, his big hands help me move my legs to rest over his shoulders. His face is directly in front of my core, hot breath fanning over it, causing me to shiver. As cold as it is outside, my skin is on fire.

He stares at my pussy for a few seconds, and I move to try to close my legs before his mouth latches on my clit, sucking hard and having my head fall back hard. Moans slip from my mouth as his tongue expertly weaves around my lips.

God, this feels so fucking good. Like I’m being lit on fire that doesn’t burn. The warmth crawls all over my body. Heating my cheeks, my chest, making an inferno in my lower belly that tightens like a coil at every lick of his tongue.

He inserts a finger into my aching core, my hips bucking at the sensation of him reaching the spot that makes my body jolt with pure pleasure.

His mouth continues to move, and my moans spill out faster and louder. No doubt anyone awake in the house can hear. I feel the coil in my stomach growing tighter, my body getting hotter.

I grind my hips on Riot’s face as he sucks my clit and adds another finger into my pussy, thrusting them in and out fast. I grind faster as the coil tightens and then explodes as I go off the edge.

Riot sucks, licks, and thrusts as fast as he can as I grind my hips on his face, my hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, no doubt drawing blood.

The stars above me fade to black as stars start to cloud my vision from the back of my head. Riot doesn’t stop until I’m a moaning, wiggling mess, trying to push him away and close my legs from the overwhelming sensation.

He looks up at me, with my legs still over his shoulders, and smiles. My release glistens on his mouth and drips down his chin. He wipes his mouth on his arm as he removes my legs from his shoulders.

In one swift movement, he picked me up and sat me on his lap as he sat where I did, leaning on the back of the chair. He grinds his hips into mine, moans ripping out of my mouth at the electric sensation.

I want to feel him inside me. I want him to replace the bad memories of being sexual. I reach my shaky hands down to his zipper, pulling it down. His hands catch mine, holding them from doing anything else.

“Are you sure, Moss?” I look up at him, seeing the concern etched on his face.

“Yes. Please replace the bad.” He pulls me in, kissing my lips softly, running his fingers up my back light as a feather. He lets go of my hands, and I work to unbutton his pants and pull them down.

He notices me struggling, so he lifts his hips as I hover over them and he takes them off in one swift motion. I look down in his lap and see a monstrous cock. “That’s n-not fitting in me.” He laughs, a full belly laugh that shakes my body on top of his, echoing throughout the night. He lifts his shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him.