She licked her lips, shaking her head as she stood up.
“Not yet, Tiger, not until you bend me over and fuck me from behind,” she ordered. “Now where’s it gonna be big boy? Over the couch or on the floor?” She panted.
Kitten was going to kill me.
But it definitely wasn’t a bad way to go.
“On the floor,” I hissed, moving off the couch on wobbly legs. My dick throbbing. I worried if I didn’t get the fuck inside her I was going to combust. She laid down on the floor, rolling over onto her stomach and glanced over her shoulder.
“I’m waiting,” she reminded me, lifting her hips and spreading her legs just enough so I could see her pink, swollen flesh beckoning. I got down on my knees, sinking my teeth into one cheek of that perfect ass perched high in the air.
She yelped.
“It’s time I call the shots, Kitten,” I ground out, slapping her ass and bending my head to allow my tongue one lap along her pussy. I should tease her, make her beg for it but I’d just be torturing myself. I took my time though, appreciating the view and ran my hands over the slope of her back. She glanced over her shoulder at me as I leaned over and took a fistful of her hair.
“Gonna fuck you hard, think you can handle it?” I asked, pressing my mouth to the back of her neck.
“Try me,” she replied.
Dead.
But this was the sweetest Heaven I’d ever know.
She lifted her hips, urging me to enter, and that broke my resolve.
It was on. I knew it and she knew it too.
She laid her palms flat against the floor, bracing herself as I drove my cock deep inside her tight heat. I lost control, forgot about everything. All that mattered was filling her over and over again. She panted, she cried, and swore on everything holy and me? I fucked her like my life depended on it.
I was wild and reckless as I pounded her, slapping her ass and pulling her hair. It was rough, and I made no apologies about it. But Kitten didn’t need apologies, she needed more, more of my cock, more of my vulgar mouth that whispered how sweet her cunt was, more of me. She took everything I gave her and begged for more. When she screamed out my name and thanked God, I knew I had met my match.
I don’t even know what I shouted as I came and couldn’t even be sure it was English. My orgasm raged on, and Kitten’s perfect cunt milked every last drop of come I had. If she wasn’t pregnant already, she would’ve been after this, because that was the mother-load of loads.
I chuckled.
Mother-load of loads.
“Riggs!”
“Shit, sorry,” I said, still laughing. I forgot about the no laughing while fucking rule but I was pretty sure if she knew what I was laughing about she’d laugh too.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to her sweaty shoulder.
“You okay?”
She looked over her shoulder at me.
“That was good, Tiger…real fucking good,” she said, still a little breathless.
“I love it when you talk dirty,” I replied, giving her a quick kiss on that filthy mouth.
“I know you do,” she said, winking at me. “Keep fucking me like that and I’ll give you all the dirty talk you want,” she promised.
I grinned, taking her mouth again and wondered how I ever got so lucky.
Chapter Twenty-Five
I’m learning that sometimes life ends up differently than you expected, that I don’t always need a plan, and sometimes I have to let go and see what happens. It’s a pretty amazing journey, letting go of the things you thought you wanted and enjoying all the surprises life has to offer you.
In other words—I’m learning to like detours.
And Riggs? He’s the best detour of all. I think I might be addicted to his dick. Is it possible to have a penis addiction? Hi, my name is Lauren, and I’m addicted to Riggs’ cock. Don’t sign me up for Dicks Anonymous, I most definitely will not go.
I’m perfectly content.
That thought alone should scare the shit out of me but it doesn’t. Riggs is teaching me to roll with the punches, to ride the wave, and that’s pretty fucking awesome, considering the only waves I’ve ever ridden are the ones in Mexico.
In all seriousness, it’s not just his cock, it’s everything. Riggs is everything I never knew I wanted.
And that’s a hard thing for a girl like me to swallow because I usually know how to keep my feelings intact. I’m someone who likes to be one step ahead of the game, a girl who likes to know what will happen, before it even does, never allowing myself to get hurt.
Break my heart?
Give someone that kind of power over me?
Absolutely not.
Yet here we were, Kitten and Tiger, and no other label could compare. I didn’t need him to carve our names into a tree because I had him. I had his word, his vow he wanted to see where we went, a promise he’d try.
It was enough for now.
It was everything.