Page 82 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Really? How does Genn deal with this all the time?” Art mumbled under his breath. “I’ll wait in the truck,” he huffed.

The second I heard the door close, I grabbed her hand and led her to the wall.

“Take off your panties.”

My nose nuzzled in the crook of her neck. I inhaled her flowery perfume.

“Hold these for me.” She stuffed her panties in my inner jacket pocket.

Ryah gripped my hair and dragged my lips across hers.

“Fuck me hard, Rocco. I’m so wet for you.”

I unleashed my cock before hoisting her up. Ryah hooked her legs around my waist and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues tangled, fighting for control. I slipped inside her soaked pussy.

“Ah, fuck. Fuck, Ryah.” She felt so good. I was fucking past hooked. Addicted. Ryah was a need, not a want.

“Partner, give it to me,” she yelled, as she circled her hips.

Each thrust I delivered hit her harder, pushing her closer to her first orgasm of the night. Because later tonight, we’d return and I’d fuck her until her legs shook around me uncontrollably.

My tongue slid along her neck as I pushed deeper inside of her.

“God, Rocco.” Her legs shook as she came.

“Damn it, I love your dick.”

A deep chuckle released from my throat. I grabbed her thighs and circled my cock inside of her, giving her one more orgasm.

“Partners,” she screamed in pleasure.

Standing still, I filled her good pussy with my warm cum.

I chased her lips with mine until I was sucking them into my mouth.

“That was so good, Rocco.” She smiled.

“It was. Let’s go, Princess.”

***P***

Wednesday and most of Thursday we viewed properties. An hour before I’d share with Ryah my second surprise, we found a house.

Ryah threw her fists in the air. “Yes, we found a flip property. This was fun.” I held open the passenger truck door. Ryah climbed inside.

“It was. Good thing we narrowed it down to this small area or we would’ve been here for days.”

“That’s true.”

I jumped behind the steering wheel and peeked through the rear-view mirror.

“We make a good team, Rocco.”

Agosto followed at a distance. Sitting at his side, Art monitored our surroundings.

“We do, baby. Are you hungry?”

“Is that a trick question?”

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