Page 64 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

His cock bulged in his boxers. He had on his socks. I lost mine in our second game.

“I’m done. It’s a tie.”

Rocco laughed, stalking toward me. “I can live with that.” He yanked me off of my feet, pressing my back against the cold surface.

“Rocco. I’m not ready. I want to take a shower first. I worked up a sweat fighting earlier.”

He gripped my wrists over my head as his lips outlined my areola.

“Uh, huh.” He sucked my pebbled nipple into his mouth as he massaged my other breast.

I circled my pussy against his chest.

“You said you wanted to wait.”

“I do, but my body doesn’t care.”

He chuckled, then hoisted me over his shoulder.

“Rocco, what are you doing?”

“Taking you to the bathroom so we can take a shower.” He bit my ass cheek through my panties.

I yelped. Rocco rubbed his hand over the bite, soothing me.

“Ryah, I don’t think we’ll make it to our first-class tomorrow.”

“You’re right. It’s ten. By the time we’re done, it will be early morning.”

His large hand caressed my thigh as he strolled over the bedroom threshold. He yanked off his socks, boxers, then snatched off my panties before continuing in to the bathroom. Rocco sat my bottom on the shower bench as he turned on the piping hot water.

“I have a job to handle in Seattle two weeks from now.”

The water streamed over his muscled back. I wanted him inside of me now. Squeezing my legs together, I whimpered.

“Ryah, did you hear me?”

He turned to face me. Rocco’s thick, long cock swung from side to side.

Shit.I bit my lower lip, salivating at the sight of his dick.

“Come here.”

Rocco’s chest was bigger. His pecs were more defined since working out in the athletic weight facility at school. I loved his pecs even more. Standing to my feet, I met him under the six shower heads.

“Are you ignoring the Seattle topic?”

I poured shower gel on a sponge, then circled it over his muscled shoulders.

“What do you want me to say?”

The plunging feeling came back with a vengeance. I held onto his bulging arms and exhaled.

“That you’ll come with me.” His deep voice bounced off the walls.

“It’s been a little over a year. When do you think you’ll fly again?”

“I-I don’t know.” My forehead fell against his chest.

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