Page 86 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

I glanced over my shoulder.

He sat back on his calves, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. “You think you can take every inch of my dick?”

Was he holding back?

“I don’t know, but I’ll try.”

He hooked his forearms under my thighs and pulled my body against his chest.

“Hang on,” he ordered.

I curled an arm around his neck. His cock looked massive from this angle. Could I take him?

Ritchie slid up into my pussy. He delivered long, punishing strokes. Each one more mind blowing than the last. His cock repeatedly hit a bundle of nerves deep inside that made my toes curl.

“What the fuck?” I shouted.

Did he fuck every woman like this?

Don’t get in your head, Tori.

“Ritchie,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Our lovemaking was so incredible. I didn’t know sex could be so amazing.

“Tori, I never wanted a family before. I want it all with you,” he admitted.

My heart slammed against my ribcage at his words.

Ritchie didn’t stop, thrusting deeper and harder until I was seeing stars.

Another wave of pleasure crashed over me.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. This pussy belongs to me,” he whispered breathlessly.

“Yes, baby, it does,” I purred.

“Tori, baby, there’s no other woman I want. Only you.”

A smile curled my lips. This big, hulking man only wanted a life with me. I felt like a rock star, knowing I was the only woman who could capture his heart.

“Ritchie, I love you.” I pressed my lips into his.

“I love you too, Tori.”

He continued to thrust into me with intensity until I reached my climax, coating his cock in my juices once again.

With one final hard thrust, Ritchie came deep inside of me.

The sensations of his pulsating cock and our bodies pressed together overwhelmed all my senses. We collapsed onto the bed, both of us panting as we tried to catch our breath.

I relished the feeling of his dick still buried inside of me. As I traced my fingers along his arm, a sense of contentment washed over me. Until I remembered we wouldn’t see each other every day.

I’d have to wait two weeks to fuck my man again. That didn’t sit well with me. I’d have to pay my man a surprise visit. Right after I put his neighbor in her place. Which could be six feet under if she didn’t fucking listen to reason.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

RITCHIE

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