Page 27 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

His big hands gripped the back of my thighs. He lifted me off the ground like he hadn’t been shot and struck by flying gas pump panels during an explosion a few days ago.

“You will muscle through the pain while I plow my thick cock into those tight walls,” he growled.

Shooting pain swept through my chest in waves.

Fuck the pain. I needed my man’s dick. Now.

Ritchie stalked over to the bed and stopped at the edge.

“Are you going to lock the door?” I asked.

“Someone might walk in on us. You know, since we are supposed to be resting.”

His knees lowered onto the firm mattress. He moved us toward the top of the bed.

“No,” he replied.

“If someone walks in on us, they’ll get an eyeful. Along with a string of curse words for not knocking first.”

I smirked.

Ritchie gripped my chin to the side and bit into my neck.

“Oh, shit,” I breathed. My legs instinctively curled around his waist.

“Nope. Drop those legs open,” he ordered before circling his tongue along my neck.

“I want to feel that slick pussy on my skin.”

He inched his head lower. Palming my breast, Ritchie slicked his tongue around my hard mocha colored nipple. His other hand was braced near my head. I curled my hand around his tanned, corded forearm. His hand left my perky breast and slipped between us. He circled two fingers over my clit while he stared into my eyes.

It felt like my senses heightened even more. My hands went to his bearded cheeks. “I-”

“You had me sedated.” His words cut into mine. I watched as his gray eyes turned into menacing storm clouds.

My heart raced in my chest as I felt my orgasm building low in my belly.

“Yes, baby, I did.” I leaned up, stealing a kiss.

“I needed my man whole again.”

He slid two fingers into my slick walls. I circled my hips, chasing that orgasm he wouldn’t let me have yet.

Ritchie chuckled. “You’re such a bad girl.”

I smiled. “That’s why you love me.”

His smile withered as he snatched his fingers out of my heat. Instantly, I felt empty.

“Don’t ever fucking meet up with someone without proper backup.” He sat on his knees, taking my ankles in one hand.

His heavy hand came down on my ass.

“Ow,” I howled.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if I couldn’t get you back, Tori,” he roared at the top of his lungs. The veins near his temples strained as his hand came down on my ass again and again.

A tear slid down the side of my face as he released my ankles. My trembling legs fell on either side of him. He scooped me up, pressing my back against the headboard. His big palm massaged my ass cheeks in a soothing manner.

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