Page 5 of Scorpion (Riders of Retribution #4)

Scorpion

As soon as my gorgeous girl starts nodding her head, I’m stripping out of my clothes. My jacket and shirt are deposited unceremoniously onto the floor. Then, my jeans and boxers follow pretty quickly after. My cock stands at attention, hard and leaking and aching for Lilah.

She looks at me with her mouth open, and I can’t help but smirk. I’m the first man she’s seen like this. I’m the first person to ever touch her.

And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure I’m the last.

I climb on top of her, practically chasing her up to the head of the bed where she can rest her head on the pillows. When I lean down to connect our lips again, her arms encircle my neck. I let her pull me in closer, wanting to be as near to her as I can.

The kiss is filthy. Both of us are moaning and panting into each other’s mouths. The taste of that sweet, tangy pussy lingers between us. I think she’s savoring it just as much as I am.

As we continue to make out, messy and needy, I let my hand slide up and down her side.

I feel gooseflesh bloom beneath my touch, seemingly every part of her reacting to my nearness.

My cock pulses at her sensitivity. I don’t know how I got lucky enough to find a girl as perfect as Lilah, but I’m not going to squander this chance.

When I can’t wait any longer, when my desire for her threatens to consume me, I grip her inner thigh and spread her legs. She moves easily, presenting herself for me. I have no control over the growl that escapes my lips.

“Can’t wait to get inside you,” I say as I pull back slightly, lining myself up with her opening. “I bet this tight pussy feels even better than it tastes.”

Lilah is so gone on her own pleasure that she can’t formulate a response. That’s alright, though. I don’t need one. I know what my girl wants, what her body is screaming for.

In a smooth, slow motion, I push my cock inside her She’s warm and wet, slick from her arousal and my saliva. And god, she’s so, so fucking tight. If I were a weaker man, I’d cum on the spot.

“How does it feel, sweet girl?” I ask, running my fingers through her hair. “Let me hear that pretty little voice of yours.”

“G–good,” she stutters, tightening her arms around my neck. “Feels so good, Scorpion. You– you’re so big .”

“You’re just trying to flatter me,” I tease, kissing her jaw and pretending the praise doesn’t go straight to my length.

“Not trying to flatter you,” she gasps, her hips twitching up as she asks for more friction wordlessly. “Just… so big. Feels amazing. Please…”

“Well, when you beg so pretty,” I say, my mouth still against her skin as I pull my hips back before slamming them forward.

Lilah is rendered speechless. She struggles to hold onto me, and her head is thrown back against the pillows. I’m a greedy man, so I take advantage of the opening, leaning in to kiss her neck. I go up and down the length of it before nosing at the spot just below her ear.

I can tell she’s sensitive there by the way that her body shudders beneath mine.

So, because I’m dead-set on giving this gorgeous little thing another orgasm before I let myself chase my own, I graze my teeth against the skin.

Encouraged by the way she yelps my name, I close my mouth there, over the pulse point, and suck.

“Oh, my god!” she cries, grinding against me with each thrust, greedily chasing more.

Good. I want Lilah to be greedy with me. I want her to take what she wants, to be unafraid to ask for anything her heart desires. I live to serve her. I will keep her safe and pamper her and make her feel so good she never even thinks about a life without me.

So, I go at her harder. I keep giving that spot on her neck attention and slamming my cock into her tight little pussy. I must be hitting her g-spot, or at the very least grazing it with each pump. Her voice grows louder and louder, and her body begins to tighten around me.

I take a moment to pull away from my work on her neck, admiring the mark I left there.

I know that, realistically, she’s going to wear her hair down to cover it – she’s a professional after all.

But, there’s part of me that wants her to pull that silky blonde hair into a ponytail so she can show off the mark I left on her.

I want Dan to see that this girl is mine, and I want to know it’s not some farce. I have her.

When my eyes roam over her face, I’m struck by just how gorgeous she looks like this. Her cheeks are flushed, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat over her skin, making her glow in the low light. Her impossibly long eyelashes are fanned over her cheeks. I could get used to seeing her like this.

I decide to push her even further, bringing her even closer to her climax. As I lean back, I grab onto her hips with one hand to change her angle. Then, with a decisive snap of my hips, I drill into her.

It has the effect I was going for. She gasps my name and shoots up, connecting her mouth with mine. I keep pounding into the same spot, loving the way that her body tightens around me. She’s almost there. It won’t take much more now.

“You close?” I ask against her lips. “You gonna cum again for me? Are you gonna cum on my cock?”

“Uh huh,” she moans, but I don’t think she’s hearing anything I’m saying. She’s too deep in the throes of her pleasure. But that’s fine by me.

I take her over the edge with a decisive thrust. She yelps, tightening her arms around me and burying her face in my neck. Her pussy tightens, squeezing around my cock like a vice. Her breaths come in hot and heavy, and she whimpers on almost every exhale.

Her reaction, the way she gets even wetter and the way her pussy is attempting to milk me for everything I’m worth, sends me over the edge with her. I lose my rhythm as I chase the undeniable pleasure that her body is offering.

As I fill her up with my spend, she squeaks. It’s a sound of surprise and intensified want. I fuck her full of my seed, and a wild part of me hopes that it takes. The idea of her growing my child, giving life to a being that’s equal parts her and me pulls even more out of me.

My hips continue to piston, riding out the last of both of our shared pleasures. It isn’t until I start to feel oversensitive and Lilah begins to make soft sounds of protest that I pull out. Then, with a sluggish body, warm and pliant from how good my girl’s pussy feels, I fall into bed beside her.

As I pull Lilah into my arms, I murmur, “That felt pretty good, right?”

She giggles, a warm and happy sound, nuzzling into my hold. With a sigh, she says, “Yeah. That was incredible, Scorpion.”

“Good,” I say as I plant a kiss to the crown of her head. I run my hands through her hair, gently working out the tangles that we created. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Lilah. The most beautiful girl in the world.”

“Oh, my god,” she says, her giggles turning into full-blown laughter. It warms me from the inside out, and I’m adding that to the list of things I’m going to do for this girl. I’m going to keep her safe, give her mind-blowing orgasms, and make her laugh. “You’re just saying that.”

“That’s something you’re going to have to learn about me,” I chuckle, continuing to play with her hair. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. And even if I did, I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

“You’re so cheesy,” she says, a smile in her voice as her giggles subside. “But that’s okay. I like it. I like you.”

“You’re in luck,” I murmur, tightening my arms around her. “Because I like you, too.”

She smiles against my skin, but doesn’t say anything else. Honestly, I don’t think there’s anything else to it. Sure, I could go on and on about how making her mine forever is now my life’s one true purpose, but considering what she’s going through at work, I decide to hold my tongue.

“You know,” I say, breaking the comfortable silence that we’ve fallen into, “I did offer you dinner.”

“You did,” she agrees, removing her face from the crook of my neck to stare at me with the softest, most affectionate look I’ve ever seen on another person.

“How about I get in the kitchen and make us something? It might not be pretty, but I can promise you that it’ll taste great,” I say, grinning at her.

“That sounds incredible,” she says, a megawatt smile fixing itself to her face. “I’m starving.”

“We can’t have that,” I murmur, nudging her slightly to get her up. “Let’s get some food in you.”

She laughs again, leaning over the bed to fish her clothes from the floor. I decide that she shouldn’t have to hang out in work clothes, so I hustle to get her a t-shirt and sweats from my dresser. As I hand them to her, I say, “I’d really like it if you spent the night with me.”

“I’d like that, too,” she says as she accepts my clothing. “I’d like that a lot.”