Page 67 of Warrior's Walk

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Page 67 of Warrior's Walk

What else has he been dying to do to me? “Do everything. I want it all.”

Without warning, he pushes me forward, face first, into the mattress. Riggs raises onto his knees between my thighs, pushing his sweats down his legs, and grabs his cock. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch his face draw up tight in concentration as he rubs his cockhead through my crease. He slaps it against my cheek a few times before dropping a wad of spit between my cheeks. His saliva feels warm and slippery, and my body heats with anticipation, knowing it’s about to get so fucking good. He uses his cock to spread it and then braces his arms beside my shoulders and drops his weight onto my back. Like a snake slithering through wet grass, I feel his dick slide through my crease, dragging over my sensitive hole.

“Been dying to do this, too.” His voice is nothing but a sinful hiss in my ear, making shivers dance down my spine.

“Have you been dyin’ to fuck me?” I ask hopefully, though I’m pretty sure I know the answer.

“Yeah, but I’m not going to. Gotta save something for our second date,” he teases, licking the shell of my ear.

The caress of his tongue makes me shudder. “I don’t mind if you play fast and loose,” I pant.

Riggs chuckles, his hips slowing. “That mouth of yours.” He nips my ear lightly with his teeth. “Every time you shoot it off, I imagine how to shut you up.”

Fuck, yeah, he wants me to suck him? Game on! I crawl away from him and flip around, pushing him back against theheadboard. “My turn.” The wicked gleam in my eyes makes him huff.

God, it’s fucking gorgeous. His skin color is slightly darker than mine, and my mouth waters to be filled. I slip my tongue under his foreskin, sliding around his crown. He bucks his hips and gasps. “Get it wetter,” he murmurs.

Gathering all the saliva in my mouth, I bathe his sensitive head and lick under his foreskin again, pausing to tease his slit. Riggs palms my head, forcing me to take more.

“That’s it, soldier, suck me.”

Oh fuck, if he’s gonna throw out endearments, I’ll choke on his cock until he comes down my throat. Using my lips to slide his skin back, I glide down his shaft until his crown pushes against the back of my throat. His fingers tighten in my hair when I gag loudly.

“Just like that,” he encourages.

My knee is screaming at me to straighten my leg, but I’d rather cut it off than stop. I use my free hand to roll his sac as I suck him noisily, and the sounds he makes are pure filth.

“You suck my cock so good.” He strokes my cheek, and I pause to look into his eyes. He looks so intense, but when he smiles softly and pulls me in for a wet, sloppy kiss, my heart fucking melts. It’s gone, dusted, totally owned by him.

He can fucking have it. I don’t want it back. I know he’ll take good care of it.

“I’m gonna make you come in my mouth,” I vow, breaking the kiss. My head drops to his lap and I resume where I left off, working his length and sac in harmony until he’s writhing and bucking down my throat.

“Gonna shoot, Rhett.”

I suck harder, forcibly drawing out his load. Riggs grunts, pulling my head down onto his dick, pulsing thick ropes overmy tongue that I greedily swallow. When I lift my head, I smile wickedly and lick my lips.

“Give me your cock,” he demands, flipping me on my back.

Thank God I can straighten my leg in this position.

Riggs doesn’t fuck around; he takes my dick straight to the back of his throat and sucks hard, and he doesn’t let up until I come.

“Fuck. Riggs,” I pant as I spill, flooding his mouth. I pull him down for a kiss before he can swallow and swipe my tongue through the mess, sharing my flavor with him.

He turns the kiss into a passionate, face-sucking, neck-bruising event that leaves me breathless. I’m addicted to him—to his kisses, his flavor, his cock, his touch, his scent, to the sound of his voice.Fuck, I sound like a goddamn greeting card. He looks into my eyes and I see that soft smile again.

I love that smile.

“Despite everything I imagined, I never could have imagined that. You blew my mind, soldier.” He follows that up with a quick but soft peck on my lips.

And then he’s gone. Just gets up and walks the fuck out without another word, and I lay there trying to remember my damn name, my cock still twitching pathetically, begging for another round.

But he’s not gone long. He must have washed up because he returns wearing his sweats again and turns back the covers.

“Scoot over.”

Hell, he don’t have to tell me twice. Riggs climbs under the blanket and nestles up to me, spooning my body in a bear hug. His body heat feels like an inferno, but I love it.




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