Page 142 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Wrapping an arm around her waist I pulled her with me as I settled on my knees.

“You ready for this dick, Mrs. Rizzo?”

Her tongue slid across my lips tasting herself. “Yes, Mr. Rizzo.”

I stroked my cock as I placed it against her entrance. “Get ready to take every inch.”

Pleasure and concern struck her beautiful features. “I’m ready.”

Bianca hooked her arms around my neck as I plunged deep into her pussy.

“Shit,” she hollered out in pleasure.

She felt every inch of my cock. I knew my piercing hit a new spot deep inside of her.

I stroked faster watching tears pool in her eyes again.

“Bianca, I need to fuck you every day,” I admitted.

“Catch,” she moaned against my lips.

I curled my large hand around her neck and lowered her to the soft mattress. “Did you hear what I said?”

My cock slammed into her tight walls with need.

“Yes,” she cried.

Still gripping her neck, I fucked her like tomorrow wasn’t coming. “I love you, Bianca. I think you know by now; I will kill any motherfucker who stares at you too long.”

Her wide eyes were laced with concern. “Catch?”

I knew this side of me scared her.

She worked her hips as I pounded into what was fucking mine.

“I’ll be in the shadows, Bianca. That is what will happen if I can’t see my wife every...” I slammed into her quivering walls.

“...fucking day,” I growled.

“Catch, please no,” she choked out.

I marveled at her juices coating my throbbing dick as I thrusted in and out. “Oh yes, Bianca.”

I eased my grip on her neck so she could catch her breath.

Her fingers skimmed over my toned abs. “I’m all yours. There’s no need to kill anyone.”

I leaned over her, peering into her eyes. She needed to experience my level of crazy. “I’m a walking psychopath, Bombshell. I will kill any motherfucker who thinks he can whistle or lick his fucking lips at what belongs to me. I’ll cut out his fucking tongue,” I snarled.

Biting down on her neck, I pounded into her even harder and she climaxed all over my cock. It was almost as if she enjoyed knowing that I would kill for her.

My hands squeezed her breasts as I released my hot seed deep inside her tight, warm walls.

She cried uncontrollably as her orgasm continued to rock her body.

Her shaky hands captured my face. “Catch, you don’t have to kill innocent people for me.”

“Sure I do, Bombshell.” I eased my dick out of her pussy and fell at her side.

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