I could still taste Roman's strong load on my tongue as I knelt before him on my hands and knees. Doggy style. That's what I was doing. And somehow, I wasn't even nervous. In fact, I was the complete opposite of nervous. I was absolutely craving his cock. My pussy was dripping wet and my body was
"Now you're mine. All mine," he told me. Suddenly, the ache in my hole was gone and all that was left was pure bliss. That wasn't so bad, I thought. I'd heard horror stories about girls first times, but this wasn't one of those, and as Roman started fucking me, I knew I was having the complete an
I'd done it. I'd claimed Felicity and made her pussy come all over my dick. Watching her face twist in pleasure and feeling her body shake with pleasure had turned me on beyond belief. I never could have expected that going to the fucking strip club — completely against my wishes would have ended
I could protect Felicity from anything. I'd put my life on the line for her. Paying off that piece of shit, Dante, was nothing compared to what I'd do for her. I'd never experienced anything like the feelings that were running through me as I looked at her. My angel... My thoughts drifted back to
I lay there staring up at the ceiling with a post-sex glow, holding a tissue over my pussy to catch Roman's enormous load that was slowly dripping out of me. My body was still tingling from the insane sex we'd just had, but there was something greater going on inside me... ...a feeling I couldn't d
They were smiling at each other on the street, somewhere downtown it looked like. I recognized the jacket my mother was wearing — a red pea coat she'd bought two days before she was killed... And that meant that this picture, sitting in a hidden compartment in Roman's bedroom, was taken of them onl
I closed my eyes as the deathly figure raised the gun at me. I guess this is what you get when you get involved with criminals. I'd seen too much, a terrible truth about the man I thought I loved, and now I was going to pay for it... ...with my life. If only I'd stayed at the club, I thought mis
I watched Felicity's expression as the recording finished playing. "We got 'em, boss. Both of' em." That was Bruno, Tony's hit man. "Got 'em dead?" Tony asked. "Toast," Bruno confirmed. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling. "Good. That'll teach people to go to the cops!" T