Page 58 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Tori grinned, and I reached for her hand as I sank to my knees. I took her delicate fingers into my mouth and licked them clean off her juices.

Holding her arm, I eased her onto the floor. “I never gave you permission to make yourself come.”

“When you talked about killing...it was insanely hot,” she gasped.

I lifted up her dress and swiftly removed her drenched panties from her legs.

“I’ll hang on to these.” I brought them to my nose and inhaled her jasmine scent.

Stuffing them into my inner jacket pocket, I stared at her glistening pussy.

I couldn’t control myself any longer.

“Tori, you’re going to come on my tongue now,” I commanded.

My fingers gripped tightly onto her thighs, and I devoured her insatiable hole like a starving man. Her orgasm belonged to me.

“Ritchie,” she moaned.

“You have no idea how much you’ve affected me. I’ve become this crazed man because of you. I can’t get enough of you.” My tongue traced circles around her clit.

“You’re mine, Tori. There’s no turning back now. You’ll be my wife and have my children.”

“Oh God,” she screamed in pleasure. Her body arched off the floor. Tori’s fingers tangling in my hair as she reached the peak of her climax.

Her body convulsed, and tears streamed down her cheeks. I didn’t stop until she was completely spent and limp in my arms.

I leaned over her trembling body and captured her lips in a fervent kiss. “You taste so damn sweet.”

She pressed a kiss against my lips again. “Yes, I do. I’m all yours. There’s no other man I desire on this earth, Ritchie.”

A smile curled my lips. “All I want is you, Tori.”

“I’ll clean your face,” she said.

“No need, Tori. We’re not going anywhere tonight. Besides, I plan to eat your pussy at least four more times tonight. And fuck you in every room of our mini mansion.”

I pulled Tori to her feet, then straightened our clothes.

Her nude stilettos clanked against the mahogany hardwood floor as she strolled into the white and silver kitchen.

“Who is she?” Tori asked with her back to me.

“What?” My brows pinched together.

Tori leaned against the white marble counter, staring up at me. “Who is she?”

“Baby, what are you talking about?”

“Something flicked in your gaze earlier that told me there’s a her or them. I’m not naïve, Ritchie. You’re fucking gorgeous. I know women flirt with you. Beg to be fucked. I just want to know which woman is the problem.”

Tori slid a finger down my black dress shirt seductively. “Who do I have to kill?”

Fuck...

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

TORI

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