She shook her head.
“Only you. He…he wouldn’t have sex with me when the lights were on.”
Fuck that asshole.
I kissed her hard, plying her mouth open with my tongue until she melted beneath me. Palming her gorgeous tits, I rolled and pinched her nipples between my fingers. She gasped against my mouth, angling her hips up. Desperate to be filled.
I shifted to the side as I shoved my jeans down to mid-thigh, giving my cock a few strokes. Then I settled back against the pillows and grabbed Riley’s hips, pulling her on top. She madea noise of surprise, bracing a hand against the wall next to my head to steady herself.
“Nitro, I’m not—” She broke off with a little worry line forming between her brows.
“You’re not what, baby?”
She chewed the inside of her cheek.
“I’m not very good on top.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” she admitted. “It’s just…I’ve only done it once because I was so bad at it.”
I growled, digging my fingers into the softness of her hips. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who planted that bullshit in her head. Getting a condom out of my pocket, I rolled it on and guided my cock through her folds, teasing the tip into her soaked pussy just enough to give her a taste, then backing out again.
“Sit,” I said. “Get comfy, angel. You’re going to practice riding this cock until you’re a fucking pro.”
Chapter seven
Riley
It was so difficult to love my body after enduring Chett’s verbal attacks on my curves. Every time he touched me, I could feel his disdain. And when I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t bear what I saw.
Straddling Nitro like this, I had expected to be swamped with self-consciousness. My tits were right in his face, and there was no hiding from his greedy gaze.
Instead, I felt sexy for the first time in a very long time.
My muscles were still warm and loose after my first orgasm. For as long as I lived, I would never forget the memory of Nitro’s head buried between my thighs. His big, strong hands gripping the fat of my hips and thighs like I was some holy goddess he worshiped with the heat of his mouth and the heavenly glide of his tongue.
Now, he teased the thick, blunt head of his cock inside me and I could barely breathe with the bubble of anticipation in my belly.
I draped my arms around Nitro’s neck, pressing myself flush against the muscular planes of his chest. God, he was so damn warm, and the hard angles of his body fit like a glove with my soft curves. He mouthed at the curve of my neck and shoulder, easing his cock in with a slow, smooth thrust.
My breath caught in my throat at the invasion, inch after glorious inch. My mouth dropped open and I met Nitro’s gaze.
“Fuck,” he groaned, with a gritty rumble. “You feel so good, angel.”
Angel.I liked that pet name even more.
He cupped his hands beneath my ass, guiding me up and down the length of his cock. I felteverything. Stretching me open. Filling me to perfection. The slick grip of my pussy sounded obscene, sucking him in, and I didn’t even care.
I marveled that he could lift me so smoothly, making it look easy. And secretly, the bulge and flex of his biceps was mesmerizing to watch. Nitro never implied that I was too much or too big. He was strong enough to handle all of me.
Anchoring my palm on his chest, I rolled my hips, rising and sinking down on his cock again. Taking him deep, over and over. My breasts brushed his chest with each movement, nipples scraping his hot skin.
“Fuck, look at you, baby,” he murmured. Sucking bruising kisses into my neck. Squeezing and kneading my ass and thighs. “Taking my cock like a good girl.”
I bit my lip with a grin, feeling like I could soar through the clouds at his praise. I wiggled my hips and clenched around him. Nitro swore through his gritted teeth, flinging his head back. The tendons in his neck strained and his abs flexed as hard as a slab of concrete.
I never dreamed a tough-as-nails bodyguard like him would be so affected by a small town, curvy girl like me. But I enjoyed every second of it.
