56. Allie
Allie
I barely get out a breath, let alone the caustic, witty retort I had lined up—one that would have made angels weep and men fear for their lives—before Rico does what Rico does best: ruins me completely.
He shoves my thighs apart, thrusting inside me to the hilt like he’s been waiting his entire damn life for this exact moment.
Holy mother of f—
The wind leaves my lungs, along with any and all coherent thought.
My nails dig into his chest, my body arching, and when my teeth find his shoulder, he growls—a deep, primal sound that rumbles through him like thunder before a storm.
His grip tightens on my ass, dragging me closer as he pushes even deeper, and we both moan.
“I’m still mad at you,” I pant, because apparently, I don't let shit go even if I'm about to orgasm.
His hand tangles in my hair, jerking my head back. “Good,” he grits out, slamming into me again. “I want an angry fuck.”
Oh, well, lucky for him, I’m livid.
I nip at his ear, and he punishes me with a sharp thrust that has me gasping and gripping his biceps like they’re the only things keeping me from flying straight into another realm.
“I would have eaten you out,” he mutters darkly, his fingers bruising my hips as he pounds into me, deep, dragging strokes that make my entire body tremble. “But you decided to be a brat.”
“And you’re an asshole,” I shoot back, breathless, because talking while having the soul fucked out of you is more challenging than one would think.
His response? A rough chuckle, one that makes my spine tingle, before he suddenly pushes up on his hands, changing the angle, his cock sliding in and out with long, brutal strokes that have my vision going fuzzy at the edges.
So, naturally, I do what any woman in my position would do: I take control.
I wrap my legs around him, shifting my weight, and with a sharp push, I flip him over onto his back.
“Oh, fuck,” he hisses as I sink down onto him, taking him all.
My hands press into his chest, my nails scratching down his firm, sweat-dampened skin as I move, grinding against him, feeling him so deep inside me that my lungs protest.
“Jesus,” he mutters, head falling back as he watches me ride him, his hands branding my hips like he’s memorizing the feel of me, like he’s not sure if this is real or some fever dream where I finally break him.
I lean forward, rolling my hips, enjoying the way his jaw clenches, his abs tightening beneath my fingers. “Want to know a secret?”
He lifts his head, eyes blazing as his grip tightens.
I pick up my pace, bouncing, riding him slow at first, then faster, leaning in just enough so every motion sends him hitting so deep, my bones vibrate.
“I’ve never ridden a man before,” I whisper, just as his head snaps up, his hands flying to my neck, dragging me down to his mouth.
He kisses me roughly. Desperate. Possessive. His hips thrust up into me, his control snapping like a rope set on fire.
The orgasm that had been teasing me for the past five minutes detonates, my entire body shaking as the pleasure rolls through me in wave after wave, leaving me gasping into his mouth, clawing at his shoulders.
“There you go, baby,” he rasps against my lips, his hands sliding over my body like he owns every inch. “Squeeze my cock.”
I barely have time to recover before he’s flipping me back onto the mattress, pressing me down, taking control again because Rico always has to be in control.
Not that I mind.
He drives into me harder, faster, one hand gripping my thigh, the other slipping between us to find my clit, rubbing the already oversensitive, swollen bundle of nerves until I’m shaking again, gasping for air, my head tipping back as he destroys me.
I want to hate him for it. Considering I'm supposed to be outraged, but it's hard to hate a man that has you on the brink of something so delicious and rewarding and what you thought you'd never actually have in real life.
“Come around my cock again, Allie."
And fuck me if hearing my name like that isn’t enough to send me spiraling into oblivion one more time, only this time it's so powerful I'm positive I'm screaming, and yet can't hear anything except my heart beat echoing off every inch of my skull.
I lose control of everything—my limbs, my lungs, my dignity—as the orgasm rips through me like a damn freight train, barreling down my spine and detonating at my core.
My fingers claw down his back, gripping his perfectly sculpted ass, pulling him in deeper, as if he isn’t already nailing me to the mattress like it’s his life’s mission.
“Fuck, Allie,” he groans, his voice gravelly and wrecked. His hips jerk, his cock thickening inside me before he slams in one last time, his body locking up as a shudder rolls through his muscles.
He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t even attempt to move. Instead, his fingers wrap around mine, dragging them away from his skin, pressing them against the mattress by my head as his mouth slows, kissing me like we have all the time in the world.
And maybe we do.
Or maybe he’s just biding his time, thinking about ways to make me forget that I still want to murder him. Mind-blowing orgasms, for the record, do not make me forget everything.
His body is still flush against mine, our skin slick with sweat, and I don’t know how much time passes before he moves again, rolling his hips just enough to make my breath hitch and my stomach clench.
“I’m going to pull out,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust. “And if you keep your mouth shut, I’ll eat that pretty little pussy of yours, and then I’m going to fuck you until you tell me you can’t take anymore.” He pauses, his lips brushing over mine, teasing me, taunting me. “Because I’m sorry.”
I blink up at him. “You can’t apologize with your dick.”
His smirk is lethal. “Watch me.”