Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
His fingertips dig into my hips, holding me tight like he doesn’t want to let me go, and the dam breaks, along with my ability to keep my orgasm at bay. “Joaquin! Holy fuck, I’m going to…ah!”
The orgasm jerks my body violently before I can finish the warning, and I’m pulsing hard around his cock as he plunges in and out of me in deep, erotic strokes. “Fuck,” I moan because every stroke starts the orgasm all over again. “Shit.”
He grunts a few times, and seconds later, his cock is thicker and harder inside of me, and I know he’s close.
“Fuck,” he growls, and I take the hand between my legs and reach back until I feel his sac, tight and hard and ready to release its load.
“Willow,” he says, stroking harder and deeper. “Babe.”
“Right here with ya, handsome,” I pant and tug at his sac. My body is still convulsing with pleasure when his sac tightens even more. I give them a firm tug, and he’s gone.
His hard body is stroking wildly, hitting that perfect spot that sends sharp aftershocks through my body. “Ah, fuck!”
He grunts and growls through those intense vinegar strokes before he collapses on my back.
I laugh, but it turns into a moan as his cock pulses deep inside of me, rubbing up against my sensitized walls and sending another bolt of pleasure through me. “Yes,” I say on a low, pleasure-filled hiss.
After a long minute, while we both get our breathing under control, Joaquin stands and gives my ass a smack. “Willow.”
I stand tall and shake my arms and legs with a satisfied grin. “That was perfect.” I reach down and pull up my thong and jeans, fastening them with a content sigh.
“It was fucking wild,” he says with an appreciative smile.
“Yo, Joaquin.” Dix appears with a knowing grin on his face. “Time to go, brother.”
Joaquin nods in Dix’s direction before he turns to me, still smiling. “Totally fucking wild,” he growls and leans in to brush a panty-melting kiss to my throat.
“Better than therapy,” I tell him and pull him close, smacking a hard, hot kiss to his mouth before shoving him away. “Go. Be safe. Have fun.”
He rewards my words with a lopsided grin as he backs away from me, one hand up in a casual goodbye. At the door, he turns and jogs to catch up with Dix.
Holy shit, that was so fucking hot! I wonder how long Dix was there watching.
My body is shaking, even though I can no longer see Joaquin. I can feel him. My pussy pulses and I can feel his jizz sliding down my thighs. “Fuck, yeah,” I moan and reach for the Patron, taking a long pull to calm my racing heart.
My body races with pleasure, my skin tingling every single place Joaquin touched me. Just thinking his name makes my nipples harden, and in seconds, I’m horny all over again.
Good dick definitely does a body good because right now, I feel good. Really fucking good.
Maven is still in jail, and Sandee is missing, but now on the high of multiple orgasms? None of it feels insurmountable.
I’m strong, I’m a badass, and I can figure this shit out.
Chapter Six
Joaquin
Midnight arrives, and we’re on our bikes heading back to Nogales’ building full of pilfered shit. Dix, Shades, and I lead the way on two wheels while Tank provides cover in the rear with the van. It’s a small team because we don’t need more than four guys to do what needs to be done.
We drive up and find the building still as empty as a keg at the end of a night. Tank parks the van at an angle on the side entrance, shielding our entry from the road. That allows all three of us to slip inside the door I rigged on our earlier trip this afternoon.
Once we’re in, Dix says to the guys, “Shades, Tank, start at the top floor and work your way down. Grab any and all cash you lay eyes on. Got it?”
Shades flashes a wide grin. “A big-ass cash grab? Hell, yeah.” He nods to Tank, and they head up the dark staircase.
I frown and look at Dix. “Why just the cash?”
“We don’t want these people to think we stole their shit, not now. Besides, the goal is just to smoke out Nogales and his crew. So, the cash is just a bonus.”
“Makes sense.” Nogales is our main target right now. His reign of terror is costing the MC a lot of money and makes us look bad. As soon as he’s gone for good, shit can go back to normal.
“Let’s look around for anything flammable we can find. We want to make this look like a clear case of arson just in case we need more time to find that sorry motherfucker.” Dix grins and picks up a case of gin. “This isn’t gas, but it’s a good place to start. Come on.”