Page 57 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Tori, I fucking mean it,” I bit out.

I released my hold on her neck and commanded, “Get down on your knees.”

She hesitated, but eventually complied with my order. It pained me to do this to her, to trap her in another relationship so soon after being held against her will in a previous one. The right thing would be to have a casual sexual relationship with her and give her the freedom she deserved, not force her into something more.

I unzipped my navy slacks. “Do you know why you’re being punished?”

“Yes.” Her tongue slicked across her plump golden-brown lips.

“I doubted us,” she muttered, staring at me through her long lashes.

One thing I loved about Tori. She wasn’t a damsel in distress. This woman could hold her own. Fuck, her strength turned me on. Yes, she was flawed. But show me a human who wasn’t.

I let go of my dick and watched as her mouth opened in a way that I found irresistible. This woman held my heart in her hands, with the power to shatter it if she wanted. I gently brushed my thumb against her cheek before slowly stroking myself. I didn’t want to keep her on her knees for too long, but she needed to see this through.

“Stick out your tongue,” I commanded.

“Do you want to be free?” I questioned.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately shut her mouth. “What?” she asked incredulously.

“How would you feel if I slept with other women?” A look of rage crossed her features as she flopped on her calves and folded her arms over her chest. “I’d be furious, Ritchie.” A mischievous smirk appeared on my face.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered. “Ritchie?” she growled, clearly not pleased with my request.

“Now,” I said through gritted teeth. She reluctantly complied. “Tongue out,” I demanded.

“Tori, do it now,” I told her firmly.

She gave me that look that said motherfucker, are you serious?

With a scowl, she stuck out her tongue, and I rolled the head of my cock over it teasingly.

“You aren’t free to date other men. Do you have any idea what I do to men who touch my woman?”

Tori trailed a hand down her stomach, under her gold dress, and into her panties. “Yes,” she moaned.

I gripped her blonde hair with my free hand. “You are everything I want in a woman. I’ve killed for you. I will continue to kill for you. Because you’re my woman,” I roared.

My greedy woman sucked the tip of my dick.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned.

“I love you, Ritchie. If I find out about another woman, I will come to New Jersey, even if it half kills me. I’ll murder her.”

My dick became rock hard. Shit, this woman was sexy.

Mentioning my neighbor, who was border line obsessed with me, probably would get her killed. I’d tell her I have a woman now. Better yet, a fiancée. That should get her to back off. There were others around town who begged to suck my cock. I’d turn them down for the hundredth time. Tori gripped my shaft and worshiped it. She licked my cock from base to tip. Tori took my dick into her mouth and slid back and forth. Each time gagging on my length. What a fucking sight.

“Tori, fuck,” I growled.

The sound of Tori gagging and slurping as she eagerly pleasured me echoed throughout the room. “I’m about to come, baby,” I growled.

Her body shook with ecstasy as she came all over her hand and panties.

She stared up at me as she swallowed every ounce of my come. I pulled my cock out of her mouth.

“Good girl,” I praised her, a thrill running through me.

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