Riggs (Arizona Vengeance #11) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Arizona Vengeance Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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And that’s how I end up with my legs over his shoulders, his tongue circling my clit, and my world getting rocked.

Riggs plunges his tongue inside me, and I can’t help but cry out over how good it feels. My hips buck and gyrate, needing more. My hands go to his head, pulling him into me, demanding more.

And he gives it. Licking and sucking and plunging. My entire body trembles, my heels dig into his mid-back, and my knees clamp the sides of his head. It’s his name I’m calling out as that initial burst of ecstasy hits and then waves of pleasure rocket through me.

God, I need him inside me, and I tell him as much.

Riggs ignores me, though, keeping his mouth against my hypersensitive flesh. His tongue lazily circles my clit, and it’s almost torturous.

“Riggs,” I growl, trying to push him away, and then trying to pull him back, undecided on what I want.

He lifts his head, hair mussed, and grins at me. “I’m not done down here. Just lie back and enjoy the ride.”

“Oh, geez,” I huff as I sink down onto the pillow. I sigh as he nuzzles the inside of my thigh.

The respite is short-lived as he presses a finger inside me and starts licking at me again. He’s a determined man. I know he’s going to take his time too.

I let go and as he said, I enjoy the ride.



Riggs fucks me slowly, his hands at the backs of my legs to lift me up and spread me wide open. His eyes are dark, hazy with lust. Teeth gritted, he stares down at our union, watching his thick length moving in and out of me.

He groans, pumps harder, and brings his eyes to me. I can read every nuance in his expression. He’s close, but he doesn’t want to come yet. Like me, it feels so damn good, we don’t want it to ever end.

Riggs takes my legs, lowers them slightly, and forces them around his waist. He drops down on top of me, chest to chest, and kisses me softly while his hips pump deep.

He stares down at me. “This is getting addictive.”

“Mmmm,” is all I can say, because when he’s moving inside me like this, I can’t hold a coherent thought.

The rhythm he sets drives me nuts, making me feel every inch he takes away before giving it to me again. I want more of this and more time with him, and I hate myself for pondering such things. Those things would never cross my mind if I weren’t hovering on the verge of yet another explosive orgasm.

“Look at me,” Riggs orders, and I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes until I consciously open them to find him still staring at me.

It’s a dare. Hold his gaze the entire time he moves within me. As I move against him.

Together.

It’s impossible when my orgasm finally hits to keep focused on Riggs as my vision goes blurry, and I have an almost out-of-body experience before I tumble back down again. Riggs trembles as he comes, burying his face in my neck. His chest heaves from the intensity of what we both experienced, and he growls, “Holy shit, that was good.”

“So good,” I agree softly, my hands going to his hair. “I really thought your performance would wane over time, but you get better.”

Riggs’s head pops up to glare down at me, but he finds me grinning. I get his fingers to my ribs as he tickles me in retribution, and we roll to our sides, facing each other.

Tickling me once again, he demands, “Admit it. I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

“You are,” I readily agree. “But then again, I’ve only had two other men to compare you to. Stacked up against all the males in the world, I’m not sure where you’d fall.”

Riggs snorts but asks, “Only two?”

I cock my eyebrow at him. “I’m assuming you’ve had way more than two.”

“No comment,” he replies. “I’m assuming one was your husband.”

I grimace, hating to even remember the intimacy I had with Jace. I’d harbored such awful feelings toward him at the end, not quite hate but somewhere near it, for everything he put me through. But I play it off, lamenting, “He totally lacked imagination. Never cared if I got off.”

“Asshole,” Riggs mutters, then leans to kiss me. “That’s all the fun for me… watching you get off.”

And yes, my heart flutters, but I dismiss the sincerity. That didn’t come from a place of fondness, I’m sure.

“The other guy was my high school sweetheart,” I explain. “We lost our virginity to each other, and we had no clue what in the hell we were doing. I’m still not sure I know.”

“Oh, you know.” Riggs raises up on an elbow to hover over me. “Trust me… you really know what you’re doing.”


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