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Rico’s whole body tenses, and his groan sounds feral, like a growling tiger caught by the tail. Hollowing out my cheeks, working his length, I can taste the salt of his pre-cum as I have my way with him.

“Jesus Christ! Oh fuck, baby, yes!”

Baby? No one’s called me that since the day he kissed me goodbye at the airport. Even in his letters and calls from the front, he only ever called me Dee Dee. Baby was reserved for intimacy. Baby was waiting to welcome him home.

Hearing that term of endearment now, after all this time, has a strange effect on me—probably the opposite of what he intended. My erotic energy turns angry, the heat inside me exploding into a burning rage.

I fist his hips with a bruising grip and suck him harder. I use my teeth, scraping up the length of him before I swallow him down again. It’s a weird blow job, fueled in equal measure by rage and affection. I’ve missed him. I’ve missed his body. And I hate that I’ve missed him and his body. I hate that I’m enjoying this as much as he is, that I’m dripping and desperate and need to make him come more than I need my next breath.

“Oh fuck! Dee, yes, baby,” Rico huffs, and with a groan, he warns me, “I’m gonna come.”

His warning only makes me more merciless. It gives me power, and I revel in it. He’s entirely within my control. I could stop right now. I could deny him this pleasure, leave him begging. But that’s not how I want to hurt him. I want him to know what he gave up when he hurt me.

I jerk him with one hand, squeeze his balls with the other, and swallow his length until I’m practically choking on him. And that’s what does it.

His muscles strain and he gasps, “Fuck, baby,” as he spills down the back of my throat.

CHAPTER 12

RICO

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Jesus Christ.

I shouldn’t keep saying that, especially on a Sunday when mamá and Matty are at church, but…

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

That blow job was good, scary good. Sometimes more scary than good. And I loved every fucking moment of it. Teeth, who knew? There is something incredibly sexy about being at Dee’s mercy, where any moment she could’ve bitten my cock clean off. But she didn’t. And I came so hard I’m still seeing stars.

New kink unlocked? Definitely.

“Jesus Christ,” I say out loud this time, stroking Dee’s cheek as she rests her head on my thigh, still on her knees on the floor between my legs. God, she’s gorgeous, especially now with her hair tangled from my grip and her lips glistening and swollen from my cock. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

I regret the question the instant it leaves my mouth. Dee looks up at me, and the flicker of desire shining in her bright green eyes ignites into an inferno of rage. Shit.

She wipes her lips with the back of her hand, like she can’t stand the taste of me there, and climbs to her feet, wobbling on the cast as she lets out a hollow laugh. “What did you think? That I pined for you all those years, twiddling my thumbs in some Rico Reject chastity belt? Oh honey, no. I’ve had loads of men since you. I fucked and sucked my way through Fire Academy. I know half the paramedics in this town and San Antonio, biblically.”

When she moves like she plans to walk away, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her backward off her feet and onto my lap. Then I spread my legs, which effectively parts hers as well.

“Well then, practice makes perfect, baby, because that was the perfect angry blow job,” I whisper into her ear as I nibble on the lobe.

“Fuck you.” She squirms in my arms.

“That’s the plan.” I tuck my hand inside her pants and palm her pussy. I always loved how turned on she’d get from blowing me, and I love that it hasn’t changed. She’s dripping, the thin cotton fabric of her underwear completely soaked. I growl like a rabid animal, desperate for a taste. But to clarify, I ask, “That consent still good?”

“Yes.” She twists her hips to press her hot pussy against my fingers as her ass teases my cock.

With that one glorious word—yes—I pounce, tossing her off my lap and onto her back on the couch beside me. Pushing her top up, I suck her nipples into peaks as I tug her pants down her thighs, taking a moment to carefully slip them off over her cast. When she’s bared, I get rough again, pushing her legs apart so I can taste her. Ah, God, she’s so sweet.

I gorge, devouring her, my tongue pressing inside her pussy as I strum her clit with my thumb. She arches her back, and her tits demand attention from my free hand. She grabs for me, too, clutching my hair and pulling, like she still wants to hurt me. I let her. Perverse as it may be, I like it.

When we were young, we were bumbling and curious, gentle as we explored each other. Now, we know. We’ve learned. Now, we have years of life experience loaded into our libidos. She’s so much wilder now, much more confident and assertive. And I can’t get enough of it.

I press a finger into her pussy, and she gasps. I pull it out and take a taste, then replace the one finger with two, finger fucking her as I tease her clit with my tongue.

Her sighs turn to moans as she tries to top from the bottom, twisting her hips up to ride my face and fingers at her own pace. But I’m in charge now, and I have my own ideas about how this will play out. I let go of Dee’s tit so I can clamp an arm over her hips, holding her still, keeping her at my mercy. She writhes against me as I build her pleasure higher and higher at a steady, rhythmic pace.

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