Page 62 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Come for your man, baby.” He sucked my nipple through my gold dress sending me over the top.

My body shuddered in his arms. “Fuck, Ritchie,” I screamed out in pleasure.

His teeth clamped down on my nipple as his hot cum coated my walls. I felt complete for the first time in my life.

Ritchie had that effect on me.

“I love when you come inside of me. It feels perfect. Like we’re one.”

His massive chest heaved, and a chuckle ripped through his body. “We are one, my sexy little vixen.”

His fingers brushed a few stray blonde strands covering my face behind my ear.

For the first time in a while, he looked relaxed.

A knock on the window pulled us from our trance.

“Shit, someone saw the truck rocking.” I scrambled tucking his dick back into his slacks.

“I know you’re in there,” the woman gritted out.

Grabbing tissues from the middle console, I eased back into the passenger seat, and quickly cleaned myself up.

If this were the South Side no one would walk up to a car. But we were in the suburbs, so residents weren’t afraid of any blow back.

Ritchie cracked the tinted window. “Hello.”

“Don’t hello me,” the older woman snapped. Her blonde blunt cut reminded me of my hair.

“This is a neighborhood filled with children. We don’t need you hooking up outside our homes.”

“We apologize for our illicit behavior.” A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

“You’re a pretty young lady. At least have the man take you to a hotel,” the woman said.

“We started at home, then we got carried away while we were out,” I responded.

She giggled. “I remember when I was young. My husband and I did the same. Hooking up at parks at night is better.” She winked.

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Ritchie stated.

Her eyes landed back on me. “Nothing’s wrong with keeping up the spice in your relationship. Good night.”

“Good night,” I hollered out.

Ritchie watched the lady return to her home. She climbed into her SUV and drove it into the garage.

He tapped the button, closing the window.

“She’s her neighbor,” he muttered.

I shook my head. “Damn, she must’ve driven by and saw the rocking.”

“Yeah.” He rubbed his chin.

“She’s Lexis’s mother. What is she doing here?”

“What’s wrong with her mother living next door to her?” I asked.

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