Page 128 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

My hands shoved his suit jacket down his bulging arms. Rocco let it drop to the floor. I stepped back long enough to tear out of my clothes. He did the same. Standing before me, Rocco fisted his long, thick cock. I turned, palming the bed, waving my ass at him.

He leaned over and his tongue slid along my earlobe.

“You just want to get right to it. No foreplay. Your just ready to fuck, huh?”

Circling my ass over his dick, I purred, “Yes.”

Rocco twirled my long, silky strands in his palm and tugged. “No instant orgasms, Ryah.”

I peeked over my shoulder. His blue eyes still held a tinge of anger.

“Baby, you don’t mean that.”

Rocco massaged my breasts as I slipped my hand up and down his shaft. “I’m ready to feel your cum explode inside of me.”

“That’s definitely coming.”

We laughed.

“Touch my pussy, Rocco.” I felt my nipples harden, just anticipating his fingers on me.

“No, Ryah. I know what you’re doing. You want to cum in the palm of my hand.”

“Fuck, Rocco. Don’t deny me,” I warned.

He patted my clit as he yanked my hair. “Widen your legs.”

I did as I was told. “Rocco, touch me,” I whined.

Grabbing his hand, I ran his fingers up and down my pussy.

“Feel how wet I am for you. God, you make me so horny.”

Rocco clenched my earlobe in his teeth. “You dirty girl.”

Squeezing my hip, he pushed his big cock deep inside of me.

“Babe,” I yelled in pleasure.

“Ryah, take this dick.” He slammed his cock deep inside me again. The way his hands felt against my skin made me wetter.

“That motherfucker wants to pin you against the wall and fuck you,” he roared.

His teeth dug into my neck. “I will fucking kill him.”

Just the way he talked about killing my friend sent a shudder through my body and my toes curled. I was a sick woman. He was my friend. I didn’t actually want to see harm come to him. But hearing my man talk about killing another man because of me turned me on.

“Oh god.” My body went limp in his arms as I came.

“You, naughty girl,” he growled.

“I told you I wouldn’t let you cum.”

Rocco’s muscled body engulfed me. He was my Adonis. I knew I’d be delirious and ready to fuck again before sunrise.

Rocco and I craved one another. That was just how we were.

His warm breath fanned my cheek. “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want to share you with others?”

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