Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“There’s more to fights than fists and brawls. I can control shit from the outside.”
“Can you?”
I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face with my fist, my lips, or my dick. Whichever would work best. “’Cause all I see is us being jerked around. You sure you’re fit to be our manager?”
“Watch your fucking mouth, River.”
“Make me.”
I tightened my fist in his shirt and pulled him further over the desk. I crashed my lips against his. Fuck, I probably shouldn’t have been doing this, but I also wasn’t an idiot. River had become part of our “family” with more than just his boxing. So why not include me in the fun and blow off some steam?
He tugged at my lips with his teeth, and I brought my hand up to his throat and squeezed a warning. River’s gasp let me push my tongue into his mouth. We wrestled, a tangle of lips and tongues that left me pulsing for more.
That stupid, sexy smirk was still on his face when we pulled apart. I moved my hand to the back of his neck and forced him down. River looked extremely fucking good bent over for me, hands gripping the edge of the desk. I kept my hand on his neck as I walked around. I drank in every flex of his arm muscles and shift of his hips. Oh, this was going to be fun.
“Flip over,” I ordered. I jerked my pants down and wrapped a hand around my cock. “Undress and lie back on the desk like the bitch you are, River.”
“I’m not the one palming my dick already, perv.”
But River did as ordered, and dropped his clothes in a pile before sitting back on the desk. Fuck, he was hot. Solid muscle, rippling abs, long hair splayed out. His cock was huge, hard and twitching near his belly button. He lifted his legs and set them on the edge of the desk. His ass was firm and waiting just for me.
I threw off my shirt, stepped forward, and spat in my hand a few times to lather my dick, then pressed the head against his hole. River grunted and spread his legs further.
“Everyone’s outside. Are you going to let them hear you? Or are you finally going to shut that big fucking mouth of yours?”
“Didn’t you say you were going to make me?” The glint in his eye was dangerous. He tilted his head back slightly, and I smirked. So that’s what he wanted?
I wrapped my hand around his throat and squeezed. His groan when I pushed into his ass was nothing more than a cut-off choke that vibrated against my hand.
The desk rattled as I fucked him hard. I pounded into him, letting out every annoyance, every grievance. River’s pleasure was the one thing I could control—hand on his throat, fucking his tight hole until he shook for more. My body fit perfectly between his thick thighs. River rocked into my sharp thrusts, tugging at his nipples. He tried to moan again, and I squeezed.
“Fuck your fist,” I growled. “If you want that high so fucking badly.”
My smirk grew when River immediately palmed his cock. I kept my eye on the jerk of his hand. His ocean blue eyes clouded with lust; they barely stayed open and locked on mine as he fucked himself. Having the best fighter in all the Circuit at my mercy zapped electricity down my spine. Fuck the OnlyFans. We were the only ones who got to see River splayed out on the desk and desperate for more cock.
My orgasm loomed much too fast. River’s ass squeezed my length, my balls slapping against his ass with each sharp thrust. I angled to hit deeper; River’s cry was choked behind my harsh grip.
“Cat got your tongue?” I asked.
“Got your dick,” he wheezed and squeezed his ass even tighter.
His tightness and knowing smirk sent me over the edge. I filled his ass, my thrusts growing choppy, grunts masked by heavy breaths. Even as my dick softened, I didn’t want to stop fucking him. I kept my length inside and swatted away his hand, wrapping my hand around his cock. I jerked him until he squirmed and ground into my hand, his head falling back.
White-hot cum spurted on my hand and his chest. River’s entire body shook with his high. His moans vibrated against my hand as I squeezed and cut off his voice. He was still smiling when he slumped against the desk. He opened his eyes, his pupils still blown from pleasure.
“You seem a little mad at me, Lotto,” he cracked and gestured to our joined hips.
“You’re not going back to the underground.”
Not if I could help it. I wasn’t going to let River step foot in the cage for us and fuck up his real family. It wasn’t worth it.