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pull up in front like he asks then as soon as he’s out he starts swearing. I have no idea what he’s saying but he’s pissed.
    His bike is laying on its side and I can see now the front tires of his Chevy are flat.
    “You want some of me?” he yells. “Come and get me you crazy bitch.”
    “Oh damn,” I gasp.
    He thinks Louisa did this. He should have let me kick her ass.
    I look around and see no one, and only then do I get out of the car. I slam the door and walk around it. I walk over to his ‘One and Only.”
    “What part of ‘don’t get out of the car’ did you not understand?” he says snatching the keys from my hand, and locking it as he pushes me in front of him, wraps his arms around me and walks us to the door.
    “I would fuck her up,” I snap as he hits some numbers on the electronic door lock.
    “I’m sure you would have, badass,” he grumbles pushing the door open and walking us inside.
    “I am a badass. I’m such a badass that if I see her again-”
    He grabs the hem of my shirt and tugs it over my head. “What the hell?”
    “Sick of playing games Kat. I need to fuck, you need to get fucked and we’re still thirty-five minutes from the time I told your sister you’d be home. Gonna be quick.” He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on the brown sofa in the room. “Gonna wrap it this time when I’m inside you, next time I won’t.” He kicks his shoes off and unbuttons his pants while I stand there speechless.
    He grabs my bra between my tits and pulls me toward the couch. “Sit. I’ll be back.”
    “Am I allowed to say this is an awful fucking idea?” I ask.
    He looks down at the shoes I am kicking off and shakes his head. “When I come back out you make that decision. Cops are gonna be here in twenty so this is gonna be quick, you need a heavy fucking make out session, soft music, hearts and flowers or shit like that, keep your pants on.”
    He turns and walks away.
    When he comes out he looks me up and down. “Good choice.”
    “It’s only because you threatened me with flowers. I hate flowers.”
    He takes in a deep breath as his eyes fuck me from head to toe. “Sit down, lean back, and spread your legs for me.”
    I refuse to acknowledge the fact that I may be a bundle of nerves. I clear my throat.
    “This changes nothing,” I say before sitting down.
    He nods and closes the space between us. “Spread wider Kat.”
    I do.
    He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants. “Give them a tug.”
    I do.
    His pants fall to his ankles. Mount Ricco flies out at me. I lick my lips and swallow hard.
    “Take a taste,” his voice is thick, deep, and full of need.
    What the hell am I doing?

 

CHAPTER SIX
Inside
    RICCO
    She keeps looking up at me, then back at my dick. I know she’s a fucked up mixture of confusions. Confusion caused by my cock, which goes to show you the little peen queen, hasn’t been around quite as much as she’d like everyone to think. Confusion about fucking a co-worker, which she doesn’t seem to think is an ideal situation, but I sure as fuck do.
    “Take it Kat,” I dare her and she does. “Tighter grip than that, you aren’t holding plastic, or some internet date, that’s all man.”
    She closes her eyes and licks her lips. “That’s it Kat,” I say as she grips me harder and starts stroking. “Tongue,” I stop before calling her babe.
    She opens her eyes and looks at me. “Go in easy, it’s sensitive as fuck. My head doesn’t dust denim all day long.”
    She closes her eyes again and I stop myself from telling her to open up.
    Gotta go easy with her too, I remind myself.
    Her tongue slowly comes out and she sticks it in rubbing it across my tip.
    “Easy Kat,” I hiss and my hips instinctively jut forward causing her to gag a bit. Her eyes open wide and she gives me a look.
    “I’m trying, fuck I’m trying real hard to be gentle, but woman, it feels real fucking good.”
    This immediately erases the scowl and she uses her