Page 117 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“I missed your taste, Ryah,” I said, in a heavy, deep voice.

My tongue swirled around her clit as I pressed my thumbs into her inner thighs.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Rocco.”

I fucked her tight hole with my tongue. Ryah’s hands palmed the headboard. I sucked her pussy like a fucking plum.

“Yeah, baby come for me.”

“Rocco, I-I need all of you.”

“Ryah, I know.”

Sitting on my haunches, I pulled her up into my lap, slamming my dick deep into her tight pussy.

“Fuck! Damn, this pussy’s good, Ryah,” I breathed into her breasts.

Ryah’s fingers caressed my shoulders and back, applying the right amount of pressure. I was still healing.

“Take this dick, baby.”

Our eyes met again.

“I’m never giving you up.” I stroked deeper into her pussy.

“You fucking better not,” she warned.

I smiled against her lips.

My heart beat a million miles a minute as I plunged into her tight pussy again and again.

The sound of my dick sliding in and out of her sweetness was my symphony.

She pulled me with her until I hovered over her. Ryah rotated her hips, meeting my thrusts.

“Baby, I feel it coming. Shit.” I squeezed my eyes shut.

“I missed your cock, Rocco. Damn you feel so good inside of me.”

She gripped my face. “Your dick game is amazing.” Ryah threw her head back.

“I’m coming, Rocco.” Her body shuddered under me.

Leaning on my forearm, I held her thigh as I watched my cock slide in and out of her.

“Ah fuck. It’s coming.” I buried my dick deep in her pussy and gritted my teeth as I came hard, unloading my come deep within her walls.

“That was perfect,” she breathed against my shoulder.

I slipped my fingers through my hair. “It sure was, Princess.”

I’d hold Ryah tighter tonight to keep her nightmares at bay. I was her rock, and I didn’t want her to ever forget that.

***P***

The view of downtown Philly from the leather sofa in my cousins’ living room was sick. Ryah sat on my lap, puffing a cigar. Her long, thick curls cascaded down her back and over her shoulders.

I positioned my Philly’s cap on my head backwards as I nodded to the hard beat banging through the speakers. “We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O,” Ryah sang Drake’s verse.

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