Page 85 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

I probably shouldn’t have let him do this. Drive me so crazy I was on the brink of an orgasm from the thrust of his hips.

My back was plastered to his chest as we rolled our hips to the beat of another popular ballad. He slipped his hand into my panties and rubbed two fingers over my clit. His long, thick fingers sent me over the top.

“Oh, fuck, Ritchie,” I purred as I came all over his hand.

He didn’t give me time to recover. Ritchie turned me to face him.

“Place your hand on my stomach,” he commanded.

Under his intense gaze, I felt a sense of importance. I had never experienced a man who didn’t want or need something from me. Because in the end, Daryl needed me to keep his secret. I focused hard on not letting my mind drift away from the moment. My lips traced a path down his chest while my hands explored his body. “Ritchie, you’re too good to me. What did I do to deserve you?”

His index finger brought my chin up until our eyes locked.

“I’m the lucky man. You sparked something inside of me that made me come alive. Made me realize that I deserve to be loved too,” he admitted.

I pushed his dress shirt down his muscled arms. “Ritchie, I need you inside of me now.” I pressed a bruising kiss to his lips.

His lips carried the lingering taste of whiskey, and his skin exuded a fresh scent of vanilla and sandalwood. The smell was so enticing, I couldn’t help but want to lose myself in his embrace. It was the most peaceful I had felt in a long time. I wouldn’t let the demons creep in and steal this beautiful moment from me.

Ritchie peeled the tiny dress off my body.

“Tori, you’re so beautiful. I’m so happy that you belong to me. I’ll always put myself in danger to keep you safe.”

A tear slid down my cheek. “Ritchie, I’m so sorry for what happened at the playhouse.”

He shook his head. “You’re my present and my future. I have complete confidence you’ll handle the number one problem in Chicago.”

His teeth clamped down on my neck, sending heat swirling in my belly. I didn’t know how to accept love because I didn’t know what it looked like. I’d learn. Because it was important that I’d be the best version of myself for me and Ritchie.

My fingers unfastened his slacks in record time. I shoved them down his muscled legs. His boxers could barely keep his hard dick constrained.

I flashed a devilish smirk. “Is all that dick for me?”

He chuckled. “Fuck yeah it is.” Ritchie placed his thumbs in his waistband and shoved them over his sculpted ass. His gigantic dick sprang to attention. Ritchie’s dick could salute me any time.

The light from the lamp on the opposite side of the room accentuated every contour of his well-defined abdominal muscles, his powerful thighs and legs, and the bulging veins in his muscular arms. He was like a statue carved from stone. As I slid my lacy panties down my thighs, I bit my lip before tossing them on the floor.

Ritchie pulled me closer to him, uncovering the bed with a tug of the blanket. He gently laid me down on the mattress.

He leaned over me, nipping at my lower lip. “Drop those legs open, beautiful. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

I did as I was told. “I’m so wet, Ritchie.”

My fingers caressed his jaw. “Give it to me.”

With one hand, Ritchie stroked his cock between us. Our eyes locked as he positioned himself at my entrance. As he entered me, I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and gasped, taking in every inch of his big dick.

My hips moved in circles, chasing after his dick and trying to get it to hit all the right spots inside me. The hunger for him was overwhelming, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, Ritchie. Fuck me harder.”

He slid out of me and flipped me on all fours. Ritchie slammed into me again with a grunt.

“This good pussy’s all mine,” he growled.

My fingers curled in the sheets as Ritchie plowed into me again and again.

Then I felt empty.

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