Page 28 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

His hauntingly sad gaze bore into mine. “I can’t lose you, Tori.”

I felt the head of his dick at my throbbing entrance. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever loved.”

His words rocked me to the core just as he thrusted into my pussy once, then twice.

“Ritchie,” I screamed before biting down on his shoulder.

“You feel so fucking good. I knew you’d fuck me up,” he groaned like a wounded animal.

His big hand gripped my throat, pushing my head backward, pinning my body against the headboard as he plunged his cock deeper inside of me.

It was the most delicious feeling I ever felt. The way his cock moved inside my pussy felt mind-blowing. I never felt anything like this. It was pure bliss.

“Oh fuck, Ritchie,” I choked out, barely able to breathe.

My legs wouldn’t stop shaking as he stroked faster and faster inside of me.

His grip loosened around my neck.

The smell of his expensive body wash and my simple rose scented soap mingled with the smell of sex in the air.

Ritchie’s lust filled eyes drank me in as his lips fell against my parted ones. Breaking our kiss momentarily, my eyes dropped between us. His long cock appeared, then disappeared inside of me.

Another blissful euphoria overtook my body. I felt like I was high on him.

“Don’t stop, Ritchie.”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he pounded my pussy relentlessly.

“I’m coming again, Ritchie,” I moaned breathlessly.

He fisted my ponytail, fucking me harder. I felt like I was suspended in the air as he bounced me up and down on his dick.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” he grunted.

“You,” I panted as my body convulsed against his. Sweat covered our bodies as he fucked me into the headboard.

Ritchie pulled out of me and lowered my ass onto the pillow. He stroked his length until thick white creamy cum shot out the tip, landing on my belly.

“Fuck,” he growled as he continued unleashing his cum on my skin.

His chest rose and fell as he stood.

He scooped me up into his arms. “I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Our first time was amazing. It was just what I needed. Coddling wasn’t what I wanted. Having my man fuck me into oblivion was perfect. I rested my head on his shoulder as he stalked into the bathroom and kicked the door shut. Ritchie sat me on the shower bench, then flipped on the hot water.

After grabbing a washcloth, Ritchie kneeled before me.

“How do you feel?” He slid the washcloth over my stomach, removing his cum.

“I feel sore.”

His brows lifted.

I cupped his face. “It’s a good kind of sore.” I felt my cheeks heat.

A smile lifted the corners of Ritchie’s mouth. “I’m going to finish cleaning you up now.”

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