Page 61 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Every other weekend. What did I expect him to say? I’ll move to Chicago. No, no.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I blew out a breath.

Tori, you have to pull it together and figure out a way to live in Jersey part time. You two can’t live apart.

“Come here,” he ordered.

He didn’t wait for me to obey. Ritchie pulled me over the console into his lap. Straddling his muscled thighs, I peered into his eyes.

Carefully, he pushed back a few loose strands of my blonde hair that had fallen in front of my face. “You, Tori, make the world a place I want to exist in.”

That was the second time he said that tonight. Was there a time he didn’t want to be on this earth?

His warm hand placed mine over his heart.

“Do you feel that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I breathed.

“That’s how crazy my heart beats in your presence. I’m like a sixteen-year-old boy. Love struck for a beautiful girl.”

His lips pressed against my neck. He circled his tongue against my skin.

My desire for this man was like a wildfire, and he knew just how to stoke it. With one hand, he circled my clit through my wet panties, causing me to moan and massage his neck.

I was happy he gave them back before we left the house.

“Ride my dick, baby.”

I unbuckled his pants and released his long, thick dick.

Tugging my panties aside, I tried slipping down his cock. His member would be a tight fit.

“Your dick is too big. My panties are in the way.”

A devilish smirk flashed across his gorgeous face. “I have a solution.”

He ripped my panties along the seam and yanked them off my pussy. “I’ll get rid of these later,” he said, shoving my ruined panties back into his pocket.

I eased down his cock taking each glorious inch. “Damn, you’re so fucking big,” I panted as delicious shivers struck my body.

Ritchie palmed my ass with one hand like I weighed nothing, sliding me up and down his dick.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders as my forehead dropped against his.

The storm that brewed in those gray eyes I loved, broke me into pieces. I’d never had a healthy relationship. Until now. Ritchie loved me just the way I was. He never intended to fall in love with me. But here he was bouncing me up and down his dick like I belonged to him since the moment he laid eyes on me. No, I chose him. Not the other way around.

“Tori, I need you with me,” he muttered into our kiss.

He nipped at my lips like he couldn’t get enough of me.

Ritchie’s dick hit a spot inside me that begged to be touched again and again.

How would I live without this man’s dick for such a long time?

“Ritchie, I’m coming,” I yelled as I eased back.

The SUV rocked with our movements.

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