PRACTICING A SCRIPT WITH MY HOUSEBOY (III, End)

Chapter 3 My body was still trembling, every muscle drained, my cock softening after Rico wrung me dry. But the way he stared at me, hungry, unrelenting, made my stomach twist tight again. I thought it was over. I thought the kiss, the hand, his mouth swallowing me whole had been the end. But Rico leaned closer, crawling up onto the couch until he straddled my thighs. His weight pressed down on me, his hardness grinding against my stomach. “You think we’re done?” he whispered, his voice low, dangerous. “We’re just getting started.” My breath caught. “Rico—” “No words , boss .” His mouth crashed onto mine,His tongue forced mine back, dominating me until I was gasping into him, clutching his shirt. Then his hand grabbed mine, dragged it down. He shoved it between us, onto his cock, hard and thick under the towel he still wore. My fingers closed around him by instinct, and I nearly moaned at the heat pulsing against my palm. “Feel that?” he growled into my mouth. “That’s what you did to m