Riot
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“The guards beat the shit out of me before I was released. I was in the hospital for a week. As busted up as I was, I would have rode my bike to see you, but Jackal told me you had security around you. I backed off until they left. The whole time my dick was hard for you. That night, I didn’t want to push you; instead, I rode home and fucked Brandy. I’ll never give another woman what’s yours again. I swear, Grace,” he groaned.
“Ice…” her pain-filled whisper showed she finally understood what had happened in the prison.
Ice wanted to make her desire him enough to let him back into her life, to show her she could do something no one in his life had ever done before—love him enough to stay with him. He didn’t want her fucking sympathy. He wanted her back in his arms where she belonged.
His mother had left before he was four years old because she hated his father. His father would go off for days and leave him alone, telling him each time he wouldn’t come back, and when he did come back, he would beat the shit out of him for crying. When Ice had run away, his father had brought him back just for the child support he had forced his mother to pay. The second time Ice had left, his father knew Ice would kill him if he tried to bring him back.
Shaking away those thoughts, Ice’s hand went under her dress, going straight for her pussy. He rubbed her silky panties against her clit, feeling them get wet. Jerking them down her thighs, he lifted her out of them then set her feet back on the floor. Then his hand went to the zipper at the back of her dress, unzipping it until it fell from her shoulders into a puddle at her feet.
His hand went to her hair, taking his mouth away from hers. “Baby, this isn’t over. We’re not over. We’ll never be over.”
His hand went to her breast, lifting the nipple to his mouth. Biting down on it, he heard her gasps.
“I missed this pussy. It’s the only one I need.” He tried to think of the words that would get her to come back to him. He couldn’t. He wasn’t like that lame professor who had words at his disposal. Instead, he showed her with his body.
His mouth went to her other breast, raising her arousal by pulling her wet nipple between his two fingers.
“It… That hurts.”
“What did I tell you about a little pain?” Ice released the nipple, letting the blood return. The small sting had her clawing at his chest through his T-shirt.
He had taken it easy on her when he’d fucked her before, not wanting to scare her away, letting her discover sex at her own pace, and it had nearly driven his patience crazy. Now, he was going to give her a crash course in how he liked to fuck and tie her to his bed with chains of desire she would never escape.
Ice picked her up, laying her on the bed on her stomach.
“I haven’t fucked you from behind before, have I?” he asked, getting on the bed.
“N… no,” she stuttered as he jerked her to her knees on the bed.
He thrust two fingers inside her, steadily finger fucking her before she could change her mind and jump off the bed.
“Ice…” She put her hand over her mouth for a second then took it away. “I don’t want your fingers.”
His hand went to her hair, turning her head so she could see what he was doing to her in the mirror on his dresser.
“Did you fuck those men?”
“Yes!” she hissed.
Ice pushed his body against her, one hand sliding around her hip to reach the front of her pussy. He pulled her clit taut until the little hood came out of hiding. Ice rubbed the little bud until Grace dropped her head onto his bed, screaming into the mattress. He didn’t stop playing with her clit while he fucked her faster with his fingers until he heard her crying, begging him to let her come.
“Did you fuck those men?”
“No! I didn’t even dance with anyone,” she admitted, panting through her arousal.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes! God, yes!” she whimpered.
“Are you my woman?”
This time, it took much longer for her to give in. Ice was beginning to think she wasn’t going to break. It was only when he had rubbed the tip of his condom-covered cock against her, letting the metal balls graze her already over-stimulated clit, that she gave in to his demands.
“I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”
“That’s my baby,” Ice praised, rewarding her with the hard cock he had denied her.
He turned her head so she could watch him give her every inch she had begged for. As he pushed into her, he held her hips still, making her take his hard thrusts instead of the gentle ones she’d thought she would get. Then he lowered her head to the mattress, spreading her wider so he could reach farther, his cock nudging her cervix. He leaned over her back until his mouth could reach her sweet spot, sucking the flesh between his lips.
Grace grabbed a pillow to scream into.
“Baby, I like to hear you coming.”
“They can hear me in the other room. Rita made fun of it.”
“Did she?”
Grace could only nod, trying to reach for the pillow again, but Ice knocked it off the bed.
“They can’t hear you. Listen.”
The sound of the music from the other room was blaringly loud.
Ice slowed down, letting her desire build one more time before he gave her the release she had been trying to capture. He held her close as she climaxed, easing her down onto the mattress while her body shuddered. Ice gave her his weight, still inside her, linking their hands together above her head.
“Get ready to really scream.”
Ice starting moving again, pumping his cock inside her, not letting her come down from her climax, only extending it until his control shattered.
“Grace,” he groaned.
Ice knew he was a heavy weight on her, but he didn’t want to move, afraid the closeness they had just shared would end, and she would leave him again. Reluctantly, though, he moved to the side, giving her breathing room. Grace rolled over, surprising him by not sliding away. She reached for him, tucking herself against him instead.
Suddenly, she sat up in the bed. “Oh, my God, I’ve left CeCe sitting in the car. She followed me here to give me a ride home.”
She started to get up, but Ice forestalled her. “Stay still. I’ll go tell her I’ll bring you back.”
He waited for her to tell him no. He didn’t want to ruin their reunion by being an ass, but it would be hard to let her walk out his bedroom door.
“Okay.” She lay back down.
Ice grinned, jumping out of bed. He pulled on his jeans, zipping them up without buttoning them, and he didn’t bother with a shirt or shoes. He left the bedroom, anxious to send CeCe on her way and get back to bed with Grace.
He was striding to the back door when he glanced toward the bar, coming to a stop.
CeCe was sitting there between Max and Stump. Changing direction, he went to the bar.
“You can go on home. Grace is staying the night. I’ll bring her back in the morning.” Ice tried to keep the triumph out of his voice, but he must not have succeeded when CeCe gave him a shit-eating grin.
“If you don’t mind, I might stick around. It’ll save you the drive.”
“I’d appreciate it.” Ice smiled yet gave his men a silent warning before leaving.
“Ice…” her pain-filled whisper showed she finally understood what had happened in the prison.
Ice wanted to make her desire him enough to let him back into her life, to show her she could do something no one in his life had ever done before—love him enough to stay with him. He didn’t want her fucking sympathy. He wanted her back in his arms where she belonged.
His mother had left before he was four years old because she hated his father. His father would go off for days and leave him alone, telling him each time he wouldn’t come back, and when he did come back, he would beat the shit out of him for crying. When Ice had run away, his father had brought him back just for the child support he had forced his mother to pay. The second time Ice had left, his father knew Ice would kill him if he tried to bring him back.
Shaking away those thoughts, Ice’s hand went under her dress, going straight for her pussy. He rubbed her silky panties against her clit, feeling them get wet. Jerking them down her thighs, he lifted her out of them then set her feet back on the floor. Then his hand went to the zipper at the back of her dress, unzipping it until it fell from her shoulders into a puddle at her feet.
His hand went to her hair, taking his mouth away from hers. “Baby, this isn’t over. We’re not over. We’ll never be over.”
His hand went to her breast, lifting the nipple to his mouth. Biting down on it, he heard her gasps.
“I missed this pussy. It’s the only one I need.” He tried to think of the words that would get her to come back to him. He couldn’t. He wasn’t like that lame professor who had words at his disposal. Instead, he showed her with his body.
His mouth went to her other breast, raising her arousal by pulling her wet nipple between his two fingers.
“It… That hurts.”
“What did I tell you about a little pain?” Ice released the nipple, letting the blood return. The small sting had her clawing at his chest through his T-shirt.
He had taken it easy on her when he’d fucked her before, not wanting to scare her away, letting her discover sex at her own pace, and it had nearly driven his patience crazy. Now, he was going to give her a crash course in how he liked to fuck and tie her to his bed with chains of desire she would never escape.
Ice picked her up, laying her on the bed on her stomach.
“I haven’t fucked you from behind before, have I?” he asked, getting on the bed.
“N… no,” she stuttered as he jerked her to her knees on the bed.
He thrust two fingers inside her, steadily finger fucking her before she could change her mind and jump off the bed.
“Ice…” She put her hand over her mouth for a second then took it away. “I don’t want your fingers.”
His hand went to her hair, turning her head so she could see what he was doing to her in the mirror on his dresser.
“Did you fuck those men?”
“Yes!” she hissed.
Ice pushed his body against her, one hand sliding around her hip to reach the front of her pussy. He pulled her clit taut until the little hood came out of hiding. Ice rubbed the little bud until Grace dropped her head onto his bed, screaming into the mattress. He didn’t stop playing with her clit while he fucked her faster with his fingers until he heard her crying, begging him to let her come.
“Did you fuck those men?”
“No! I didn’t even dance with anyone,” she admitted, panting through her arousal.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes! God, yes!” she whimpered.
“Are you my woman?”
This time, it took much longer for her to give in. Ice was beginning to think she wasn’t going to break. It was only when he had rubbed the tip of his condom-covered cock against her, letting the metal balls graze her already over-stimulated clit, that she gave in to his demands.
“I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”
“That’s my baby,” Ice praised, rewarding her with the hard cock he had denied her.
He turned her head so she could watch him give her every inch she had begged for. As he pushed into her, he held her hips still, making her take his hard thrusts instead of the gentle ones she’d thought she would get. Then he lowered her head to the mattress, spreading her wider so he could reach farther, his cock nudging her cervix. He leaned over her back until his mouth could reach her sweet spot, sucking the flesh between his lips.
Grace grabbed a pillow to scream into.
“Baby, I like to hear you coming.”
“They can hear me in the other room. Rita made fun of it.”
“Did she?”
Grace could only nod, trying to reach for the pillow again, but Ice knocked it off the bed.
“They can’t hear you. Listen.”
The sound of the music from the other room was blaringly loud.
Ice slowed down, letting her desire build one more time before he gave her the release she had been trying to capture. He held her close as she climaxed, easing her down onto the mattress while her body shuddered. Ice gave her his weight, still inside her, linking their hands together above her head.
“Get ready to really scream.”
Ice starting moving again, pumping his cock inside her, not letting her come down from her climax, only extending it until his control shattered.
“Grace,” he groaned.
Ice knew he was a heavy weight on her, but he didn’t want to move, afraid the closeness they had just shared would end, and she would leave him again. Reluctantly, though, he moved to the side, giving her breathing room. Grace rolled over, surprising him by not sliding away. She reached for him, tucking herself against him instead.
Suddenly, she sat up in the bed. “Oh, my God, I’ve left CeCe sitting in the car. She followed me here to give me a ride home.”
She started to get up, but Ice forestalled her. “Stay still. I’ll go tell her I’ll bring you back.”
He waited for her to tell him no. He didn’t want to ruin their reunion by being an ass, but it would be hard to let her walk out his bedroom door.
“Okay.” She lay back down.
Ice grinned, jumping out of bed. He pulled on his jeans, zipping them up without buttoning them, and he didn’t bother with a shirt or shoes. He left the bedroom, anxious to send CeCe on her way and get back to bed with Grace.
He was striding to the back door when he glanced toward the bar, coming to a stop.
CeCe was sitting there between Max and Stump. Changing direction, he went to the bar.
“You can go on home. Grace is staying the night. I’ll bring her back in the morning.” Ice tried to keep the triumph out of his voice, but he must not have succeeded when CeCe gave him a shit-eating grin.
“If you don’t mind, I might stick around. It’ll save you the drive.”
“I’d appreciate it.” Ice smiled yet gave his men a silent warning before leaving.
