Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Also, I can’t tell you what to do, babe, but don’t give that fuck the time of day ever again. If he was willing to link up with an asshole who used to beat his sister, and then put you in danger by stealing from someone like me, then he doesn’t have the right to have access to you again.”
“I’d already cut him off,” I told him. “When Kyle found me that last time, he told me that my brother told him where to find me. And that was the final straw for me with him.”
“Glad to hear that.”
“When are you guys going to, you know, confront them?” I asked.
“Soon,” he told me. “Better you don’t know details,” he added as he leaned down to untie his shoes.
Then he stood, reaching behind his neck to remove his shirt as he walked over toward his walk-in closet, disappearing inside for a moment, then coming back out wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung black sleep pants.
Despite the insanity and emotional intensity of the day, I felt desire start to burn through my system.
Rico paused, likely reading the need in my eyes.
“You’re supposed to be getting some rest,” he said.
“I already did.”
“Okay then,” he said, giving me a little smirk as he climbed up on the bed, pulling the covers down off of me, then coming over me to warm me himself, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
His lips were on mine in seconds, soft and slow at first, then harder and more demanding. My legs wrapped around his waist as his hardness pressed against me.
My hips rocked, making a moan escape me.
Rico’s face went to my neck instead, kissing down my neck as his hand slid up under my shirt, teasing over my bare skin, finding my breast, and squeezing hard.
I arched up into the sensation for a moment before Rico rolled me over him.
I sat back, letting him pull off my shirt, then touch me without anything in the way. I shifted to feel his cock press against my cleft again, then started to rock against him as he teased, massaged, and rolled my nipples.
His hands moved down my sides, then hooked me behind my knees, pulling, and flipping me onto my back.
A gasp turned into a laugh at the move as he moved up onto his knees, pressing my legs into my chest, then reaching to remove my pants and panties.
Then he was lowering down, resting between my thighs, his tongue already on me, working me, driving me up.
“No,” I cried, reaching to grab his head as he moved away just as the orgasm was about to crest.
“Not yet,” he said, lips teasing up, enjoying my frustration.
Then he was flipping me onto my belly, then pulling me back until I was on all fours.
I heard the drawer slide open to his nightstand, then the crinkle of the foil as he worked the condom free.
By the time I felt him move in behind me, I was aching and whimpering.
“Rico, please,” I pleaded, rocking my ass backward toward him.
“Love the sound of you begging for my cock,” he said, his hand massaging my ass for a second.
Then he was moving closer and his cock slammed deep inside of me, making my fingers fist the sheets as I cried out.
He wasn’t teasing me then. His hands sank into my hips, using them to slam me back into him as he thrust forward. He drove me up to the edge, then sent me flying over, crashing down into the orgasm that had me bending forward, pressing my face into the bedding to muffle my cries.
Rico’s hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me up.
“I want to hear,” he said, fucking me through it, dragging it out. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured, pulling me up against his chest as he started to fuck me again. This time, more slowly, his arms wrapped around me, his lips in my neck.
His fingers found my nipples again, working them into tightened points as he continued to drive me up until my thighs were shaking and my breath felt caught in my chest.
“That’s it, come for me,” he demanded, one of his hands slipping down my belly to work my clit until the orgasm soared through me, this time with nothing to muffle my cries. “One more,” he demanded as soon as I slowed my frantic breathing.
“I can’t,” I said.
“You can,” he assured me. Then he was moving, pulling me with him until I was in his lap, but facing away from him. “Ride me,” he demanded as he brought his knees up for me to rest my hands on and use as leverage. “That’s it,” he said as I started to rock my hips. “Show me how you like it,” he demanded.
The encouragement and the new angle had me riding him harder and faster until the pressure reached a fever-pitch, then the orgasm moved through me, a deep, hard pulsing that had my breath caught and my body trembling.