“F-fuck… Riddick, that feels so fucking good.” I whined as he bobbed on my dick. He forced me down his tight throat like it was nothing, all the while rubbing and massaging my balls until I was wound so tight I was worried I would snap.
“I could suck you all day, baby. You taste like fucking heaven.” He murmured before sliding my cock back down his throat again. My fingers were in his hair, and I was fucking up into his mouth without shame.
For a second, I was worried he was going to make me come like this, but abruptly, he popped off and then crouched even further down between my legs.
“Riddick, what are you…”
He slid his hands under my legs and bent my knees, spreading me open before gently feathering his tongue over my hole.
“Riddick!”I cried out as he lightly flicked his tongue against me again. His soft mouth moved in slow, languid strokes around my rim, and I writhed against him. He gripped my thighs firmly, holding me in place as he licked and kissed and sucked me until I was literally in tears.
“Fuck…ohmygod.” My words were garbled, and my mouth opened and closed as his warm tongue continued to massage me gently and…
So.
Very.
Deliberately.
“You’re so damn beautiful, baby,” he whispered, kissing me again directly on my sensitive hole. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
I was panting now, lost in the cacophony of sensations. His lips, his tongue, even his teeth as he ate my ass like he was a dying man and I was all he needed to come back to life.
“Riddick…”I whined, and in response, he pressed the tip of his tongue into me.
I began to shake.
His hold on my thighs tightened, and he smoothed his palms up and down the backs of my legs. A low mewl bubbled out of my throat as he slowly pushed his tongue deeper inside me.
“You taste so sweet, baby…” he rasped, sliding his tongue out of me before slowly spearing it back in.
“You like that?” His voice was pure gravel, and I was blinded by the stars that were shooting across my vision. “You like having my tongue in your tight little hole?”
“Yes, Jesus… I didn’t know… it could feel…like this…”I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my skull with each lick.
He reached for my cock and leisurely stroked it while he continued to suck and fuck me with his tongue. I moaned as my orgasm began to build—fast.
“Stop, stop, stop—I want you inside me. I don’t want to finish like this,” I begged, and he immediately let go of my cock, allowing me to get a hold of myself before I lost all control.
He looked up at me through my spread legs, and my throat closed with emotion at the expression on his face.
He hadn’t said the words back, but it was there in his eyes.
He loved me.
I thought I knew what sex was, but I clearly had no idea. Sex before Riddick had never been like this. This combination of physical sensation and all-consumingemotion.
“Please,Riddick. I need you,” I begged again, and he crawled up my body, kissing me gently on the lips and tracing his nose down the side of my face and into the crook of my neck.
Without another word, he reached for the bottle of lube I now kept on the end table and squirted a generous amount on his fingers. He braced himself over my chest while positioning his hips between my spread legs. Reaching down between us, he coated my hole.
He looked me in the eyes as he worked his fingers into me, scissoring them until I was soft and pliant.
“You want me inside you, baby?” he murmured, his own voice sounding strained and tight with emotion, and I nodded desperately.
“Yes.Always.I always want you inside me, Riddick.”
He notched his cock against my hole and rested his forehead against mine.
