Page 18 of The #2 Guy

He responds by giving his cock a long stroke, giving special attention to the bulbous tip. I want to ride that pony so bad. Instead, I float on my back, letting the tips of my breasts skim the waterline. My nipples pebble, Johnny’s groan echoes across the tiled walls. This sexual need is going both ways.

“I still hate you. I refuse to live the rest of my life as your captive lover.”

“You could’ve been my wife. I had the diamond ring.” His raw confession hurts more than I thought it would.

“Doesn’t matter,” I shrug. “We can’t go back and then… I still would’ve seen it through and turned you in.”

He hisses, as he gets off the float, stalking toward me. “I lost everything because of you. Roque took over the Lamatti Crime Syndicate. My throne is in the ashes. My own family wanted me dead, the only way to stop it was for Roque to step in. Blood was spilled. Some of my cousins were hit in the crossfire. I’m Roque’s number two now. I’ll never be number one.” He reaches me, wraps the ends of my wet hair around his wrist. “See little FBI, how much damage your misguided plot caused? When you were the first domino to fall.”

“No,” I respond huskily. “You were the first domino to fall, when you fell for me. He curses, yanking my head to his. The bruising kiss hurts. Our teeth scrape and bite. Hands molding skin.Why did it have to be this man?He abruptly hoists me in his arms, backs me up to the ledge.

He takes himself in hand, watching the pulsing tip as he presses it against me. “Say you want me. Only me.” I shake my head. The tip of him works against my clit in dizzying circles. “Say it, Christine. Now.” He continues his ministrations pressing the head of his cock against my clit. My head falls back as a million darts of pleasure explode. His silky head moves against my breasts. “You torture me, witch. You put the curse of love on me and I can’t break your spell.”

The tip of him enters me. I need more. I need him deep, filling me like only he can. “You bewitched me. Made me crave this… I almost didn’t turn over what I had on you…”

“But you did,” he growls biting a nipple as his huge cock surges all the way in.

“We can’t move forward unless we forget the past,” I pant.

“Later. We’ll talk later…”

Words are lost between us as we climb higher and soon, I’m soaring in my bad angel’s arms again. Just like I used to.

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