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He winds my hair around his fist and brings his lips to my ear. “That feels so fucking good, baby. You have no idea what you're doing to me right now.”
I move his hand further down and place his finger inside my pussy, wanting him to know he's having the same effect on me.
“Goddamn, Lou-Lou,” he groans when my wetness echoes off the bathroom walls. “I love how wet you are for me, how fucking good every part of you always feels around my cock.”
I push up on my feet and thrust back down on him again, enjoying the sparks of pleasure this is giving me. I never thought I'd enjoy this particular kind of sex in my life, but with Ricardo, it's out of this world.
He pumps and curls his fingers inside my pussy, keeping time with my thrusts and I can feel my impending orgasm taking hold of me, more powerful than it's ever been.
I tilt my head and look up at him, we both know we're close. I sink down on his cock and his fingers work their magic on my clit until I'm pulsing and throbbing, unable to hold on. “Fuck me, Ricardo. I need you to fuck my ass hard right now.”
He groans and lifts my hips before slamming me down on his cock so hard I tremble. My breath freezes in my lungs and the world around me becomes a blur as something inside me snaps and lets go, because there's only pleasure. Nothing but sheer, divine pleasure in this moment and I soak up every part of it like a sponge as I unleash around him.
I'm jerking and shaking, moaning and cursing, clenching and releasing as he pumps into me hard one last time and I feel him join me in my euphoria.
I love Ricardo's orgasms nearly as much as I love my own. I love the sounds of his rough and deep groans in my ear, the way his strong hands tighten and dig into my hips. The way I feel his dick pulse right before he unravels and comes undone inside me.
I love Ricardo, period. All of him, every second, of every day.
I love him so much it hurts. I love him so much its enough to bring me to tears.
“You're okay, Lou-Lou,” he says softly as he kisses my neck. “You're okay, baby. You're safe.”
“I know,” I whisper. “I know I'm safe with you. That's not the problem.”
“Then what happened—” He's cut off by a loud knock on the door.
“Look, I'm not trying to disturb your little rendezvous,” Tyrone drawls. “But would y'all mind turning off the dang water and not flooding my apartment?”
“Shit,” Ricardo mutters and I peel myself from him and turn off the water that's overflowing out of the tub.
“Thank you,” Tyrone sings, laughter in his tone now. “By the way, Momma wanted me to tell you that di
Ricardo and I stare at one another for a moment before we both burst out in laughter. There's nothing fu
He helps me stand and wraps a towel around me and then one around himself. “I have some of your old clothes in the apartment that you can change into.”
“When are we going to talk about—”
His expression turns serious and he brings his hands to my face, holding me still. “Lou-Lou, if I asked you to do something for me...would you?”
I don't even have to think about it. “I'd do anything for you.”
His dark brows furrow and his eyelids fall shut. “Trust me,” he whispers. “Please for once in your life trust that I will take care of this.”
When his eyes open, they're determined and hard. “As far as you're concerned, he doesn't matter because he's already dead.” He tilts my face up.“He's never going to touch you again. I swear on my life, I will never let him touch you again. Please, if you love me...really love me, Lou-Lou...just trust me to take care of everything. Can you for once do that for me?”
There's an internal struggle within me, not only because I once trusted someone I loved to do the same thing, but because there's a part of me, the fighter inside me that wants the honor of doing it myself.
But Ricardo's not his father, I realize. And the fierce and obstinate look in his eyes tells me that whether I agree or not, it's going to happen anyway.
I feel it, I know Ricardo's going to kill him...and I can't bring myself to stop him.
“Okay,” I agree. “But when—”
He shakes his head. “You won't know, because as far as you're concerned he's already dead.”
Before I can utter another word, he brushes his lips softly across mine, as if sealing his promise.