Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

Clara

Riggs's arms are like steel bands around my limp body.

I feel like a jellyfish, all gooey and boneless. I have never been fucked so hard in my life, and I want more. Even though I am sore, and I feel as if I may look a bit funny when I walk away from him, I need so much more. My eyes drift shut as he trails his lips along my jaw, my chin, down my neck until my head is hanging back and I'm moaning his name. No matter how good I imagined it would be between us, nothing compares to the real thing. This man is an enigma.

How can he be so damn grumpy and act like I'm a pain in his ass but then fuck me with such care and need? He's caring; he's shown that to me, but I truly thought he would just get his. Boy, was I wrong. Between the endless orgasms and the heated looks, I feel beyond special. I feel wanted. All the things I've so desperately wanted all my life, and Riggs gave them to me in mere minutes. It makes absolutely no sense to me, but I want to be on the receiving end for the rest of my days.

Whoa, hold your horses, Clara. But then again…no. I want him, and I'm not going to hide that. Or try to think otherwise. Especially when it's obvious he wants me too. But want and love are two different things. He can want to fuck me, but love can be completely off the table. Elliot warned me about this, and here I am, ready to fall face first in love with him when I don't know what he wants.

Riggs nibbles on my collarbone, distracting me from my thoughts, before he whispers, "Don't leave me hanging for two days like that again."

I rub my cheek against his, loving how rough his beard feels on my skin. "You said I was bad for your health."

He chuckles against my jaw, sinking his teeth into it. "Even though you are, I was just teasing you like you do me."

"Well, I may have gotten a bit butthurt."

"A bit?" he teases, his voice gruff. "Baby, you made me download the app just to see you and the boys."

"No. Your stubborn self did that all on your own."

He pulls back, obscuring my line of vision. A smirk plays on his lips, his eyes dark and playful. "And your stubborn self uploaded photos only on there."

I shrug. "I was pissed."

"Why?"

"Like I said, I'm over here throwing my best game at you, and you were ignoring it all."

He scoffs. "You were being a pain in the ass."

I nip at his bottom lip. "And you love it."

"Such a mouth." He chuckles low and deep as he runs his nose along my jaw. "When do you need to leave?"

I groan, not wanting to do that at all. "By eight."

He licks up my neck, sucking on my heated flesh. I feel his arm move, and he mutters against my skin, "It's ten after seven."

I bury my fingers in his hair, tugging on the strands tightly. I don't want to go. For the first time in my life, I don't want to be with my dogs. I want to be with him. He wraps his arms around me once more, and he lifts me from the counter. "That means I have fifty minutes to fuck you senseless against the wall and then fix you breakfast."

I giggle, the sound filling the space around us. "Is that enough time?"

He scoffs, the sound so sinful, my pussy clenches around his thick cock. "Not nearly, but I'll make it work."

I grin. "Confident in yourself?"

His gaze tells me he totally is, and the grin on his lips leaves me breathless. "Maybe I'll use the time to spank that ass as punishment for that mouth of yours."

I press my lips to his bottom lip. "Please, Daddy."

He groans, digging his fingers into my hips. "You're fucking dangerous, baby girl."

I feign innocence. "Me? No."

"Yes, you," he insists.

I lean in, nipping at his bottom lip. His eyes darken as I sink my teeth into the cushion of his flesh. "Are you scared?"

His eyes flash with such heat, my body burns for him. "Fucking terrified."

Before I can even come up with a retort, he presses me into the wall, the coolness on my back making me hiss. He takes me by the back of the knees, pushing them into the wall as he pulls out and slams back in. He fills me so deeply, I can't do anything other than find purchase by digging my nails into his biceps. Riggs is fucking magnificent. Strong, wide shoulders, defined and toned. Hair down the middle of his chest that travels all the way past his navel to his engorged cock. His waist is trim, his abs thick and corded, and he has that V that happens to make me forget I'm a feminist. Instead, it makes me want to drop to my knees and say "Yes, Daddy" at every turn. Before I can drool all over him for his beauty, he fucks me ruthlessly, each thrust harder and deeper than before. He fills me so fucking fully, I know no other man could ever measure up to him. He's so thick, so long, I swear I feel it in my throat as he fucks my pussy. He leans in, taking my nipple in his mouth, and I cry out when he bites down lightly. He continues to fuck me as he feasts on my nipple, lapping and biting from one to the other, driving me to madness. I've never come from nipple stimulation, but if he keeps it up, I just might.

"Such perfect tits," he grunts against my flesh. "Just enough to fit in my mouth."

I groan, tilting my hips up so he can go deeper. He licks his way up to my neck, sucking and biting before capturing my lips in an all-consuming kiss. I hold on to him, to the point that I'm sure I'm drawing blood as he pounds me into the wall with each thrust. It's deliciously perfect, and I can't help but scream his name for the nonexistent neighbors to hear.

Against my lips, he mutters, "You scream so fucking good for me, don't you, baby girl?"

"Riggs," I cry out, squeezing his cock as my release comes out of nowhere. He's so deep, hitting me in that spot that girls only dream of. I come hard, my body trembling under his manic thrusts. His dark-chocolate eyes meet mine as I squeeze him tightly, and when he grins a predatory grin that should be terrifying, my heart explodes.

I'm ruined.

This man is the only man I'll ever want.

He thrusts once, then again, before he stills, my name a stifled curse on his lips. I feel him coating my insides with his hot come, and I swear I almost come again. My body is shaking, my toes curled so tightly they're cramping, and my heart is damn well about to come out of my chest. But then Riggs's eyes meet mine. Such heat, so much sin swirls in the depths before he lets one of my legs drop. I sway, but he holds my hips in place, his cock still deep inside me, throbbing and filling me deeply. He slowly pulls out of me, and I'm disappointed he didn't kiss me first, but then he lowers himself to his knees. My eyes widen when he spreads my lower lips and drops his mouth to my swollen clit. My mind takes a moment to catch up as my body sings for him. He shoves his tongue inside me, and I bow off the wall, jerking my hips and screaming so loudly, even my eardrums rattle.

The dogs don't like that at all, but I'm realizing when we're going at each other, nothing else matters.

Breathless, I cry out, "What the fuck, Riggs! Please, I can't."

He chuckles against my pussy. "But you will, baby girl."

Jesus Christ on a cracker.

I detonate. I come so hard, I see nothing but white spots. He continues to suck on me through my orgasm, making my legs shake. He then swirls his tongue around the opening of my pussy, lapping at my…well, hell…our come. I groan in pleasure at the thought of him tasting us. No one has ever done that to me, and it's really hot to see a big, burly man between my legs, lapping up our orgasms. When he stands, I can only stare at him when he cages my head with his hands. He locks his eyes with mine, his lips and beard glistening with our releases, leaving me to moan as I arch up into him. His eyes dance before he leans in and grabs hold of my jaw. With his other hand, he taps my lips with an expectant look on his face, his eyes molten for me. I raise my brow, confused, and once more, he taps on my lips.

When I open my mouth to ask "What?" he deposits our come into my mouth, and I can't keep my eyes from widening. His hold on my jaw is hard and has my belly clenching as he says, "Swallow." I don't even hesitate; I do as he asks, and he nods approvingly. "That's my good girl."

Can you come from praise? I think I am.

Gasping, I gaze up at him as he thumbs my bottom lip. "Do you taste how good we are together?"

Breathlessly, I whisper, "Yes."

He leans in so that I can't see anything but him. He moans against my lips. "You may be taking breakfast to go."

"Why?"

"Because I'm nowhere near done eating mine."

With that, he drops back to his knees and buries his face between my thighs.

And continues to feast on me for breakfast.