CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

RITCHIE

THE LAST NIGHT TOGETHER

M y large hand squeezed hers as I stared into her eyes. “We’ll have a reception in two weeks.” Hopefully, everything will have died down by then.

Tori snorted, then stared out the window as Bricks rolled to a stop outside our hotel.

“You don’t think that will happen?” I asked.

Tori peered into my gray eyes. “I can’t ask any more if you want to remain in my life because you jumped feet first into a relationship with a woman who is half crazy due to childhood trauma. I’m also from the street, Ritchie. My world is never calm. So do I think we’ll have a reception in two weeks?” She shrugged. “Maybe.”

Her fingers caressed my bearded jaw as Bricks opened the rear passenger door for Tori.

“Whenever we have our reception, it will be just fine. I have just what I want right here. I am your wife, Tori Toscana.” Tears pooled in her eyes.

I nipped her pouty bottom lip before slipping my tongue past her lips. Tori greedily sucked my tongue, showing ownership. She was the perfect woman for my life.

Tori pulled back with a cute smirk. “Let’s consummate our union.”

She eased off the peanut butter leather seat, standing before Bricks. “Thank you,” she stated.

“It’s a pleasure to serve one of the greatest bodyguards and his wife.”

I stepped out of the Mercedes SUV and palmed his shoulder. “Thanks Bricks.”

He smiled.

Wrapping Tori’s hand in my large one, I led her through the lobby.

I glanced at her ass as she moved with grace into the elevator. I placed the keycard against the keypad. The doors slid shut. My bottom lip caught between my teeth as I leaned into her ear. “Tori, baby, I want you to ride me reverse cowgirl so I can watch that fat ass bounce up and down on my cock.”

A whimper escaped her lips. “I’m so wet right now, Ritchie.”

The doors opened to the penthouse suite.

“I know you are. After I sweep the suite, I plan to strip you out of this beautiful dress.”

“Get it done,” she urged.

As much as I wanted my wife to ride my dick right now, my desire had to wait. Her safety was most important. Tori stood near the elevator, waiting until I was done. Stalking toward her, I unbuttoned my suit jacket. Tori ran and jumped into my arms. I winced as pain struck my body, reminding me I’d been thrown from an exploding house a day ago. My hands slipped under her dress and gripped her thighs. Tori’s tongue glided across my lips.

“Baby, you’re mine. All mine,” she whispered.

“And my unhinged ass is all yours.” Tori flashed a wicked grin.

“I know the woman I married is trouble.” My teeth tugged her lower lip. “My little wife is trouble. My trouble.”

Tori swept her fingers through my hair. “I’m married to the sexiest man. I remember how wet I was when I first laid eyes on you.”

My fingers slipped along her soaked panties. “I love how wet you get for me.”

“Ritchie,” she moaned, circling her pussy against my fingers.

“Give me my dick, sexy husband.”

I walked toward the bedroom. “I’ll give you your dick, Mrs. Toscana.”

Tugging at her blonde strands, I inched her head backwards and sank my teeth into the side of her neck.

Tori gasped. “Ritchie, I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel you inside me.”

I released her neck and placed Tori on her feet. She didn’t waste time removing my tie as I unzipped the back of her dress.

“Two weeks,” she whispered as the dress slid down her curvy frame, pooling around her spiky stilettos.

“I’ve seen just about every day since I walked into your life.” Tears glistened in her eyes.

“Somehow we’ll get through it, Tori.”

She nodded as she removed my cufflinks, tossing them on the bed.

My eyes roamed her half naked body. “So beautiful.” I took her lips as I smoothed my hands down her neck before unhooking her bra.

“Remove your soaked panties,” I ordered.

I flicked her bra to the floor. Tori pushed her panties down her legs and kicked them aside.

“Fucking beautiful,” I muttered as my gaze poured over her cinnamon skin. My big hand curled around her neck, and I pushed her onto the bed.

“Ritchie, fuck me,” she begged.

Not wasting another minute, I stood to my full height and removed my clothes. Tori’s tongue slicked over her lips as she watched.

The second my wounds came into view, she frowned. Tori sat up and kissed around each wound on my abdomen, chest, side, and thighs.

“You almost died too many times...for me,” she cried.

Gripping her chin, I forced her eyes on mine. “Now you’re my wife. What lengths do you think I’ll go through to keep you safe?”

“I can’t lose you, Ritchie.”

My fingers brushed over the wound on her chest. “And you think I can live without you?” I roared.

She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Look at me, Tori.”

Her gorgeous brown eyes popped open, meeting mine. My hand circled her neck firmly. “You will listen to our men. No running off on your own. I hired men to protect my wife. You’ll let them do their jobs.” My lips brushed hers as I squeezed tighter.

“Do you understand me, Mrs. Toscana?”

She tried swallowing under my tight grip.

Her lids hooded, and she whimpered, “Yes.”

My gaze moved to her hand, circling her clit. The woman was so turned on by my possessiveness.

A cocky grin curled my lips. “You want to cum, huh?” I asked, as I loosened my grip.

Tori placed her small hand over mine. “Yes.”

My hard cock pressed against her stomach before I placed her in the center of the bed. “Open your legs wide,” I commanded.

Tori’s hand fell away from her pussy, and she eagerly opened her legs. Never releasing her neck, I sank my face between her thighs and inhaled her pussy. “Fuck, I love smelling your lavender scented little cunt,” I growled against her labia.

“Oh fuck,” she yelled at the top of her lungs.

I laughed against her pussy, driving her insane with my deep vocals. “You like when I talk against your pussy?”

“Yes, your voice puts me on the edge of my orgasm,” she admitted.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I licked from her tight little asshole to her throbbing clit.

“I won’t get to eat this good pussy for two whole weeks. You’re going to starve me, Tori?”

She stared at me as she rubbed her pebbled nipple. “No, I won’t let you starve.”

I sucked her clit long and hard. Her back arched off the bed, causing my hand to tighten around her neck.

“I’ll take care of you,” she muttered.

I massaged her other nipple and loosened my grip on her neck. “Say that again. I didn’t quite hear you.”

Her body vibrated beneath mine. “I won’t let you starve. I’ll come to you so you can eat my pussy.”

“That’s a good girl. You’ll come to daddy. I love hearing that.”

This trip worked in our favor. She was willing to come to New Jersey sometimes. That was a start.

I shoved my tongue into her tight little hole as I pinched her nipple.

“Oh fuck,” she roared as she came hard.

Tori’s body shook uncontrollably, and I drank every drop of her cum.

I kissed her pussy as I released her neck, then stood on my knees.

Not giving her a chance to recover, I slammed into her pussy. The way her tight walls gripped my dick had me on the verge of coming quickly.

“Time to ride, baby.” I pulled out of her heat and fell on the bed beside her.

Tori straddled my thighs and lined her core up with my throbbing cock. Her pussy was so fucking addictive. I loved that she was my wife. Fuck the girlfriend boyfriend gray area bullshit. Where we possibly broke up and got back together. She was mine for life now. I didn’t have to worry about my woman being with another man. She was all mine. If another man thought he could take what was mine, he’d suffer for a long time before I killed him. Nothing better than torturing an asshole for days or weeks.

Tori glanced back at me, a mischievous sparkle in her eye as she slowly lowered herself onto my hard shaft. “That’s it, baby, take all of me inside you,” I groaned, running my hand down her back and gripping her hip with the other.

“Your cock is so fucking big,” Tori moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure. She bounced up and down on my cock, taking every inch with ease.

“That’s it, Tori baby, ride me as hard as you want. I love watching your ass bounce,” I said, slapping her cheek until a red handprint appeared on her cinnamon skin.

“Hell yeah,” she screamed.

“Get on your knees,” I commanded.

Tori repositioned herself and I sat up, pushing into her tight walls. “Look at me, Tori.”

I gripped her jaw and kissed her deeply, dominating her mouth. As she moved up and down on my cock, I circled two fingers over her clit.

“Come for me, baby.”

“Ritchie,” she breathed against my lips as I grabbed her hips and thrusted into her drenched core.

“Give me that orgasm, Tori.”

“Oh my God, Ritchie.”

I had her right on the edge. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her head fell back onto my shoulder.

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room - the sweetest fucking sound.

“I’m coming, Ritchie,” she yelled as her body convulsed around me.

I held still inside her tight warmth as I released ribbons of cum inside of her pussy.

“Fuck shit,” I growled through clenched teeth.

I came so hard that my cum spilled out of her pussy.

“Tori, tell me you’re coming home to see me next week,” I demanded.

Silence.

I knew she was planning to see my neighbor in Jersey. But what I really needed was to hold her in my arms for at least one-night next week.

“Yes, Mr. Toscana. I’m coming to Jersey to spend time with my husband.”