Packing Heat(63)

She moaned, holding on to the rack as my tongue slipped up and down her spot. I pressed my tongue inside her, working her in circles, loving her taste. I squeezed her hips and slapped her ass as I licked her, working her. She was groaning, and I could tell her legs were shaking from the pleasure rocking through her core.

I stood, my cock hard as fuck. Nothing made me harder than her ass in the air, her dripping pussy waiting for my cock to fill it up. I took her hips and slowly pressed my thick cock deep between her legs.

She gripped the rack and dipped her head down, moaning. “Oh shit,” she said. “Fuck, Rafa.”

I grunted, loving the way our skin felt. Nothing was better than my bare cock inside her as I slowly began to work her, my cock sliding in and out. She was dripping wet and warm as fuck, tight like a vice, and her ass was the perfect roundness that made me want to bite its perfectly smooth spot. I gripped her hips, pushing deep, and leaned forward. I took her chin and tipped her head back.

“You’re mine,” I said. “Every inch of you is mine. What’s growing inside you is mine. You’re my fucking girl.”

“Yes,” she groaned as I slowly worked her. “I’m yours. I’m all yours, Rafa. Please.”

She began to twist her hips, working back against me. I knew what she wanted. I knew she wanted to ride my thick cock until she came, and I was going to give it to her. I began to work in and out, letting her do most of the work, letting her set the pace.

She twisted and worked her back, her ass sliding up and down my cock. I slapped her and she groaned, working faster as I grabbed her hair. She loved it when I tipped her head back and slammed myself inside her, fucking her rough.

She gripped the rack harder, the bullets all rattling in their boxes, clinking metal and gunpowder. I fucked her tight pussy hard, loving the smell of her, the sound of her, the sensations as they ran along my nerves and through my skull.

I gripped her hips harder, fucking her fast and savage. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to hear her come, needed to feel her tight pussy contracting on my cock as she lost control of herself. Nothing made me feel better than watching that.

I pulled her hair back and watched the length of her spine slam back against me, her muscles working faster, her hips rolling along my length. I pressed deep inside her, working with her, loving the soaking, slick feel of her cunt wrapped around me. I could barely breathe as sweat slowly trickled down my chest.

“Rafa,” she groaned. “Keep going. Fuck, keep going.”

“Come on, girl.” I slapped her ass. “Work fucking harder. Give me what I want.”

She groaned, gripping the metal shelves, pressing back against me. I grunted as her ass slammed against my cock. I slapped her ass harder, harder, fucking her deep, making her take my cock, making her mine.

She tipped her head forward, and I watched the muscles in her back tense. Her moans got louder, lower, and I knew she was close. I fucked her harder, holding her hips as she bucked against me, fucking her relentlessly.

She came hard as I continued to slam myself into her. I could feel my own orgasm rolling around in my mind, getting closer, building through my veins.

I held her hips hard as I fucked her, her orgasm washing through the room, and I came. She tipped me over the edge, and I filled her up, coming deep inside her.

We continued moving that way, slowing gradually until finally I pulled out of her and stepped back, gasping.

She turned and threw her arms around me, kissing me. I held her and kissed her back.

This was what I needed. Maybe I hadn’t realized it, but it was the important thing. I needed a woman who could push me, fight back, who was strong and independent and smart. It helped that her pussy drove me fucking wild, and I couldn’t get enough of it once I’d gotten a taste.

We got dressed in silence, enjoying each other’s company. I loved watching the lines of her body as she pulled her panties back on, smiling shyly at me.

We left the room, holding hands.





31





Cassidy





The decision happened fast, and there was no real time for us to prepare. Only a few hours after Rafa had spoken with Arturo, we were told that the peace deal was going down.

I got out my laptop as soon as I heard and began to search for the Spiders. I knew it was mostly just a cover, since Louisa was probably listening in. She knew what was happening, and I hoped she knew what she was doing.

I hated keeping this secret from Rafa, but I was doing this for him. If the mob and the Spiders kept fighting, we would never get away from it. There would always be a war, even if Arturo and them no longer cared about me. Rafa would be stuck in it, and he’d always be in danger.