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“Oh baby, your pussy is so fucking tight.” He moans, slamming into me and pulling out again before going back in.

The sensations flowing through every inch of my body are something I’ve never experienced. I hold on to his powerful shoulders for dear life as he impales me with his cock.

Soon, the same pressure I felt earlier while his face was buried between my legs starts to build again, this time more intense with each of his powerful thrusts.

“Oh, Chase, I’m coming.” I scream his name as my orgasm rips through me like a tsunami.

While I’m still shaking, Chase grabs one of my legs and hangs it over his shoulder, slamming into me harder and harder, like a man possessed.

“Oh, you’re perfect, your pussy is perfect, your breasts are perfect. I don’t want this to end, baby, I wanna take you like this every single day… oh shit! I’m coming!” He groans like a wounded animal as his orgasm hits him.

He continues thrusting until every single drop of his come has found a home inside my pussy.

Chapter Six

Chase

“Riley?” I call out as I open the front door and step into the house, but there’s no answer.

“Riley?” I call again and there’s still no answer, meaning she’s still at her little brunch with Sarah.

After about two more rounds yesterday, she was too exhausted to stand, let alone leave the house for her brunch with Sarah, so she had postponed it to today.

I pull my phone from my pocket and call the new phone I got her after I got rid of hers.

She picks up on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hi. I just got home, and you’re not here.”

“Yes, I’m still at lunch with Sarah, but I’ll be back in an hour.”

“That’s too long.” I groan in frustration. “I need you, Riley.”

“I’ll be back in thirty minutes.”

I end the call and throw my phone on the couch before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. I’d been thinking of Riley all day, while I was driving to Bruce’s, during my meeting with him, and on the drive home, and now my cock is hard and angry, and Riley isn’t here. I hate Sarah for keeping her away from me right now.

My little thief shouldn’t have allowed me to sink my cock into her virgin pussy because now that I’ve gotten a taste of her, and know how good my cock feels inside her, I’m like an addict who’s chasing a high.

I went to Bruce’s to talk about a new client who wants us to run surveillance on his business partner, who he suspects is planning to betray him on a major sale. The job is highly demanding, and after deliberating on it, especially since I have to keep Riley as safe as possible, Bruce and I decided he would take this one.

Even though all seems calm on the evil stepfather and notorious loan shark fronts, I can’t be too careful. After we’d gotten back, I asked some of my more dangerous sources about Deadeye Dante. I didn’t hear anything about the man who didn’t paint him as a sociopath.

At least a year has to pass without Dante or her stepfather trying anything before I can relax a little.

My cock is still hard when I enter the bedroom, so I decide to do a few push-ups and mild exercises to distract myself from the raging erection in my pants.

After a few reps, the angry beast calms down a little, so I hop in the shower and turn on the water, hoping it will wash away all the impure thoughts I’ve had in my head all day about my little thief.

I’m washing the soap lather off my face when I hear the shower door slide open and arms I instantly recognize wrap around me.

The cock I’d tried so hard to get down instantly hardens at the touch of the only woman who can make me this hard. From her perfect breasts pressed against my back, I can tell that she’s naked. Visualizing that makes my cock harder—which I didn’t think was possible.

She runs her hands from my chest, down my abs, and when she wraps her hand around my length and pulls, every dirty thought and image I’ve had all day comes rushing back.

My god, I’ve never been this aroused in my entire life, and my little thief with her former virgin pussy, which I broke in, is responsible for it.

Spinning around, I pull her insanely gorgeous body to mine and kiss her senselessly, pushing my tongue past her lips to taste the sweetness of the sangria she drank during her brunch. But it’s the sweetness of her moans, and the way she’s kissing me back like her life depends on it that fuels me. I dive deeper, drinking every bit of her like she’s essential to my staying alive instead of oxygen.

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