love me back.” He shook his head. “I’ve thought about it, and I’m not giving you a choice in the matter.”
It was exactly a profession of love you would expect from The Son of Morgan City.
“Is that right?” I knew I already did. But the man was arrogant as shit, I couldn’t just lay my heart at his feet like that.
Ciro reached up and pushed my wet hair back from my face. “Yeah,” he whispered. “That’s right.”
In that moment, I let go of everything. I let go of my doubt. I let go of my wariness. I let go of his dickish ways. I wasn’t equipped to fight a man this powerful, and I found I didn’t want to.
“I love you, too.”
He dropped his forehead to mine. His yellow eyes burning into mine. “Thank fuck,” he swore, but it sounded a little like a prayer.
Chapter 25
Ciro~
Not sure if Robbie knew it or not, but she was killing me.
After I toweled her down and bandaged her ribs and made sure her stitches were clean but dry, I had helped her to bed, and now she lay on the bed looking miserable, but beautiful.
She was naked with her huge tits presented to me for the taking, and the dark triangle over her pussy was wet and curling at the ends.
I crawled onto the bed, and she spread her legs like we agreed. My eyes were glue to her center, and I hated that it was squeaky clean. I hated that when I ran my tongue along the folds, her pussy was going to taste like soap or nothing at all.
I wanted her taste on my tongue.
My eyes flew up her body until I caught her gaze. “You better fucking tell me if I hurt you, Robbie,” I growled. “I don’t care if you’re about to cum on my face or not. If anything hurts, you better tell me.”
“I promised,” she panted in anticipation, but I was pretty sure she was lying to me. I didn’t blame her, though. I wanted her badly enough to almost not care about her body’s condition either.
Almost.
Robbie’s knees dropped further and soon I was nestled in between her thick thighs. She really did have a bangin’ fucking body and I wondered how her body would change with my children. I couldn’t wait to see her waddling around the apartment miserable because she was getting her ass handed to her by her pregnancy.
I skimmed my nose along the inside of her right thigh. Robbie sighed and I knew how she felt. It’s only been a few days, but it’s been a few days too many. My body braced on my elbows, I pulled her pussy lips apart with my fingers and uncovered that sensitive nub sitting up top and the bright pink flesh of her cunt. I leaned forward and ran my tongue from hole to clit. Robbie let out a soft whimper and that was enough to keep going.
I was also right. Her pussy tasted like clean water, and I hated that. I wanted her flavor on my tongue. I wanted her juices on my face. I wanted this shit messy. I wanted our fucking and love making to be filthy.
I stuck my face in her center and lapped at her shit like a thirsty kitten. Soon, her essence was coating my lips and tongue like I had wanted. She was creaming, and that was my cue. I stuck two fingers inside her wet pussy and soon I my tongue and fingers were multitasking like a motherfucker.
“Oh, God, Ciro…” she moaned above me, and I thanked God I was lucky enough to be able to hear that sound again. So many things had threatened to take her from me, my own stupidity included, and I was grateful Robbie was here in my bed where she belonged.
My tongue played with her clit and I drove my fingers deeper, wishing I could push her body up farther, so I could stick a finger inside her tight ass, but I knew folding her body would be too painful. Besides, when the time came where I fucked Robbie up the ass, I was probably going to lose my mind. She needed to be whole before we went there.
“I’m going to cum…” she panted. “I’m…I’m close…”
I wanted to ask her if she was sure she was okay, but I didn’t want to ruin it for her. It was easy for a woman to lose her orgasm if her mind got distracted. If