Was he going to try and put that thing inside me?
I couldn’t tell if the thought of that excited me or terrified me. Maybe both.
He wrapped his hand around his monster cock and shamelessly stroked it while he watched me eye fuck him.
With his free hand, he reached over and palmed me over my boxers, and the contact sent an electric shock of need all the way up my spine.
He stroked me just the way he did in my dreams, and I was whining his name when he slid his hand between my legs and toyed with my crack over my boxers.
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck…
“Has anyone ever been in here?” he asked, his voice husky and dark. I shook my head, unable to form words. I was panting and sweating withanticipation as he stroked his finger up and down the crease of my ass, tickling the underside of my balls.
He gave me a look of pure lust and possession before grunting.
“Good.That’s good, Finn. Take off your boxers,” he ordered, and I hesitated, staring at his massive dick, which was so hard it was pointing straight up at his face.
“Is it going to hurt?” I whispered, and his expression softened slightly. He leaned forward, cupping the side of my face gently and kissing me again. This time, slow and deep. His tongue tangled with mine, and I whimpered as he licked and sucked me into oblivion.
When he finally pulled away, I felt lust-drunk and relaxed again.
“It might sting a little at first, but I’m going to make sure you’re nice and opened up before I fuck you. Once your body adjusts to me, it’s going to feel so fucking good, Finn. I promise.”
“O-Okay,” I whispered, deciding I trusted him not to hurt me.
He seemed pleased with my response, and he dropped another wet kiss on my mouth.
“You’ll be a good boy and take it for me, won’t you?”
I forced down my apprehension and nodded.
His lip curled up, and then, hesmiled.
A.
Full.
Blown.
Smile.
My heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest at the sight of it. He looked younger when he smiled. Less burdened by the trauma of Jake’s death and the guilt that I knew haunted him to his core.
When Riddick smiled, it felt like everything was right in the world, and I would never be touched by darkness again.
“My brave, beautiful boy. You’re gonna make me so proud, aren’t you?”
I was dizzy with emotion and endorphins, and I could barely manage a head nod as he tugged at the waistband of my boxers gently.
“Take these off, baby. Let me finally take a look at that tight, sweet little hole.”
Baby.
Fuck.
For some reason, my throat closed up, and I felt like I might burst into tears. Riddick calling me baby felt like the most intimate thing in the world. Even more intimate than the physical act we were about to commit to together.
I wanted him to always call me that.
