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.　　. 　 ˚　. Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg

✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)

✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?

✩ warnings. cursing, threats

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Beth's house-

A guy named Rio showed up at Beth's house, threatening all of us because of the money we took from the grocery store. I mean, I would too since we took over half a million, but it is what it is. We honestly didn’t know that he owned the grocery store or had ties with them, but I guess he did. Rio has a tattooed eagle on his neck and a buzz cut. He has warm, hickory eyes full of mystery, dominance, and a touch of familiarity that gave me comfort and excitement. He came in with three other guys. They all had a big build with tattoos and were wearing all black. Rio was also wearing black, but he was shorter than the other guys that were surrounding him; however, his body gave off a sense of security and self-confidence, making the three other guys look weak. His face contorted with rage, and his body was tensed up while he slowly paced throughout the kitchen as he made heavy eye contact with all four of us. His thick, husky voice echoed through the house as he made this short speech about getting his money back. I toned out half of it because I had made that speech a hundred times to people, but it sounded way better. We were all standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the guys he was with. Beth, Ruby, and Annie were all in tears, pleading for their lives, but I looked at him with a deceiving glare, not giving a crap about what he was saying. He was boring me, and I think he noticed that when he looked at me. He paused for a minute, and a heavy silence flooded the air. His eyebrows furrowed as he started walking slowly towards me. His jaw clenched up as his thick hazel eyes met mine in fury.

He wiped his mouth slowly as he got closer to me. "Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you?” he said in a threatening voice. I looked up at him with an unbothered expression. "Nah, carry on, though,” I responded to him in a nonchalant tone. He started getting closer and closer to me, and my body started to tense up. I stood up straight as I kept eye contact with him, not giving him any satisfaction, but all he could do was give me a grim smirk. He chuckled. "So... you think this is funny, huh?"

I took a step towards him and looked up at him with a blissful smirk growing on my face. "Yeah, I actually do.” I paused. "Rio, right?"

I could see the anger on his face grow heavier by the minute when those words spilled out of my mouth. However, all he could do was laugh. He backed away from me, turning his back away from all four of us. “So you bitches think it's some kind of joke, huh?"

"No, we don't,” Beth said in a sharp yet anxious manner, looking at me with a scared look on her face.

I shrug my shoulders. “I think it’s fucking hilarious,” as the crack of my heels echoed through the house as I took my first step on the cold, hickory floor towards him, catching Rio's attention. He turned around in a swift motion as his cold, hard eyes caressed over my body. I stand closer to him as my chest brushes over his, feeling his body heat bounce off him and onto mine. Rio hovers over me and chuckles softly, breaking eye contact with me for a minute.

He looked back at me with a deceiving smirk on his face. “You got a lot of balls, ma; I like it.” He said it in a husky voice as he walked away from me and right out the door with everyone he brought

with him. I look over at him walking out with a smile painted on my face, amused by him even though it's a bad thing to feel like that but I did.

A months later:

Working with Rio has its ups and downs, but I’ve been through worse. My girls have been struggling with keeping up with the lies and guilt, especially my sister Ruby. All we're doing is spending fake money and turning it into real money, and I don’t know what's hard about that. They can’t keep up with any of this because of all the mistakes they're making, and I can't tell them because I don’t want them to know what I did in the past. Anyway, we almost got caught two times already, and it's kind of painful to watch, but I’m doing this for my girls and giving them what they need. It's not like I need the money I’m set for the rest of my life, but I know they don't, so I'd rather help them more than I ever did. They make their mistakes, and they’ll all move on from them, but this mistake was stupid as fuck even for them. And it's not even Ruby or Annie's fault; it's Beth's fault because she lets her emotions get the best of her. It’s been like that since I was a kid, and it’s not like the task was hard. It was just delivering trucks to a warehouse; however, Beth got pulled over, but she discovered that there was nothing in there, and the cop let her go. After that, she went to Rio, pissed him off, and threw the keys at his face. “What we had here is done; go home,” Rio said in a calm voice.

Now? I’m the one who has to get them out of it. We're in the kitchen as they tell me about the little plan they have for me.

“Please Val.” Ruby said it in an anxious voice. “You're the only one he has feelings for,” she announced quietly.

My eyes widened, and I looked up at Ruby, annoyed at what she just said. I lean against the counter, rolling my eyes. “The feels, Ruby, are you fucking kidding me?”

Annie sighs as her eyes furrow in worry. “I mean..." she says slowly as she anxiously plays with the sleeve of her shirt.

I turn my head towards her, letting out a soft chuckle. “So you guys all think that he..." They all slowly nodded their heads simultaneously, and I just looked at them in disbelief. I let out a frustrated sigh as they just all looked at me like lost puppies. “All you have to do is ask him to get us back in the loop; that's it." Beth announced softly, but all I could do was look at them with a dumbfounded look on my face. "Please,” Ruby begged. I looked into my sister's saddened eyes and sighed, "Fine, I’ll do it for god's sake, but if I get killed, I'm going to be pissed." They all had an innocent smile on their faces, and all I can do is roll my eyes at them.

Two days later:I stepped out of Beth's house, slamming the front door as I walked down her driveway towards a black Range Rover. I wore black jeans and a black fitted long-sleeve shirt. My black stilettos clacked against the rocky sidewalk as the illuminating car drew me closer to it, sending a bitter chill down my spine. A dash of excitement hit my body when I pulled the hasty black door handle, revealing Rio gazing over my body, looking up and down at me. I felt his strong pair of eyes still caressing my body after I got in the car

with him. I liked the feeling of him admiring me, but I’m here for business only. Rio lets out a soft chuckle, and being coy, he says, “You look so good today. Is this all for me, baby? Aww, you shouldn't have."

I roll my eyes and look at him with a judgmental glare. "Nah, I wore this for me, Rio. Now please drive.” I said as I turned my head away from him, looking out the window. I can still feel his eyes admiring me, but I didn’t pay any attention to him. He drove off after.

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westcoastcreative · 2 years

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Quotas

My latest E-rated Brio fic, also posted on AO3. I’m pretty happy with the way this one turned out. Please let me know what you think of it if you’re so inclined. Take good care!

Characters: Beth x Rio

Summary: Someone’s gotta hold Beth accountable for keeping the late night meetings they both know she’ll need to maintain to keep herself and her constituency happy.

Word Count: 4,008

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: (What I think is pretty freaky?) smut, marijuana use (Beth is more of a weed connoisseur in my fics than you think she would be.)

Beth had just poured herself a glass of Cabernet after returning home from a long and tense city council meeting when she remembered: Rio had texted her just before the meeting and she’d been so caught up on how one of the night’s votes was going to go that she never responded.

She opened her texts and selected his from the few at the top.

Give ‘em hell, sweetheart. he’d written, knowing there was a vote taking place that could benefit their business interests but that the opposition wasn’t going to back down easily.

Thankfully she’d swayed enough of her fellow councilmembers with projected revenues and homemade pastries to ensure that what she and Rio wanted transpired in council chambers on that mildly cool Tuesday night.

I did. she texted back simply and directly from her seat on her couch four hours later.

Good. Rio texted back immediately.

Beth took a long, slow sip of her wine and sat back, wondering where Rio was texting her from. What he might be in the middle of in that moment, at 9 p.m. on a Tuesday night.

She herself was alone, the kids with Dean that week — she’d have them on the weekend and into the following.

It couldn’t have been three minutes later when Beth felt her phone vibrate under her fingers again, signaling Rio wasn’t going to wait on her.

Now on to the next order of business. his subsequent text read.

Beth smiled to herself.

What’s that? she responded quickly, letting Rio know he had her attention.

I need to get my face between your thighs, Elizabeth.

Beth’s breath caught in her throat when she read it, her core tingling with an ache she knew was only going to get worse the longer this texting conversation went on.

Again Rio didn’t wait for her to text back.

Beth’s lips moaned against her glass when she saw what he sent next:

Need my hands on that creamy skin and perfect fat ass, councilwoman.

Yeah… she acknowledged.

You know us public servants have quotas to meet. He teased.

Oh, you do? she quickly fired back.

Yes. he wrote. Mine’s making you come at least two times a week, boss.

Beth let a pleased noise immediately roll up from the back of her throat at that.

She double clicked on his words to love his most recent message.

Again Rio took it right from there to where he wanted it to go next:

So what do you say? Can I come through?

Beth laughed to herself and took a smaller sip of the rich red wine before moving her fingers to quickly text him back.

Mhm. Bring that good weed? she sent first, then fired off another:

And stay long enough to get me off a few times? I need it.

I know you do, mama. I got you.

Two minutes later he added:

Be there in 15. And though she was still curious about where he was coming from — what the power of their always heated, undeniable connection was pulling him away from — it really didn’t matter. Rio had an allegiance to their fire and was determined to feed the flame.

She’d definitely be letting him manage up when it came to this.

Rio’s teeth pinned down the inside of his bottom lip and he inhaled fully as the G Wagon neared Beth’s neighborhood under the still darkening sky.

He parted his lips to release the charged air from his lungs and pressed a thumb into the volume controls on the steering wheel. When his sound system was at just the permeating but not overpowering volume he wanted, he reached for his phone to select the song he’d found making him think about Elizabeth lately.

A slow tinny, synthetic beat ushered a high pitched melodic male voice onto the track. It started with a chorus about being lonely, hoping he’d hear from her. Wanting and needing her, no games attached.

The beat sped up and became a bit more complex when the voice rapped:

Pullin' up, yeah you know I won't be late Pussy actin' up yeah you know it's gon' behave

Rio knew the part that painted a picture of Beth in the throws of need for him the most vividly in his mind was a few lines away. And then it hit his ears.

Her pussy get wetter for me for me like it knows my face She ride it until she cumming make my nose ring break Said when they hit it, make her feel like she got no spring break I hit it until the box, without no springs break

And yeah, that was what he did to her. What she made him do, he thought with a frustrated appreciation as he let the song conclude and transition on to another. What he was about to do so much more of.

He and Beth had made do a few times since their reacquaintance with physical intimacy against his grandma’s bookshelf, but never with enough space or time to themselves to take her to her limits.

He needed to hear how beautifully out of control she could cry for him when his tongue and fingers were inside her. Then he needed to hear her cries get even sweeter and more desperate when he stretched, filled and fucked her — hard and relentless — with his cock.

That’s what was on their agenda for the night ahead.

The role of City Councilwoman Boland’s associate required him to define the agendas for their meetings often. She was just so busy. He understood precisely why she trusted him to take the lead when it came to this side of their business. He was the expert when it came to getting her off, after all.

Rio parked a few houses down and pulled out what he needed to roll a few joints per Beth’s request.

That pussy ready, councilwoman? he texted with a smug smile on his face as he finished rolling up the final one.

Rio was securing his gun inside the G Wagon’s dash, poised to grab his stuff and hop out, when his phone vibrated against the center console.

The screen lit up with notice of a text received from E, the digital label he’d settled on for Elizabeth many moons before, but one still fitting of their relationship — private and somehow personal despite so much still unsaid and unknown. About one another. About if they’d be on the same page long enough this time to go any deeper — somehow find more trust, more truth — than all the times before.

Mhm. Beth had texted back coyly.

Rio raised a brow and leaned his body back into his seat, waiting for the three flashing gray dots to appear signaling a follow-up.

I’m out back. she sent seconds before his pent up need for her — open to him completely; unbothered by anything besides his touch; all his — escalated.

When his eyes located her, seated to one side of the patio table’s bench in a red floral silk robe, her firm bare legs crossed tightly and a half-full wine bottle on the table next to her, Rio felt a greedy sound vibrate at the base of his throat.

“Hey now,” he voiced easily, causing her profile to turn and face him.

Beth smiled in a way that instantly told Rio she was tired but happy to see him.

“Hi.” Her teeth shined brightly from behind lipstick- and wine-stained lips, and as Rio came closer, he saw her eye makeup was smudged, too.

He felt his cock throb at the unfairly fuckable look of her appearance.

Rio sat down an arms length away from her — wanting to take this appointment nice and slow — and watched Beth’s manicured fingers (red — of course they had to be a deep, intoxicating red along with all the other swaths of color calling his eyes to them from against her seashell-colored skin) hold up her near-empty glass as she let out a sigh.

Her sigh sounded to him like one she’d been waiting to release until he was in earshot. Like she’d held onto it long enough to give him an accurate estimation of how much tension she was needing to release with his skillful help.

Rio reached for the bottle and refilled her glass. When his black denim jacket-clad forearm neared the table as he set the bottle back down, Beth reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing and holding it there until he looked up at her.

“Thanks for following up on… this,” she said in a low voice as she gestured into the space between them with the hand that held her wine.

Rio laughed that devilish, cocky, impossible-not-to-drive-her-crazy laugh Beth had come to yearn for.

“Followin’ up on me hittin that pussy right for you, mami?”

He noticed Beth’s thighs clench together more tightly and her eyes widen as she swallowed a gulp of wine and nodded.

Rio laughed again, this time only loud enough for her to hear. He fished one of the joints from his pocket and pressed it between his lips, then moved his hand to grasp her topmost thigh, his eyes willing her to part them for him.

She did.

Rio dipped his hand between them and purred when he found her naked beneath the robe and short nightgown he could see layered below it. He ran a finger up her slit before pressing the flats of two fingers down against her hooded clit, causing Beth to whimper and lightly shake.

“I told you, mamita,” he whispered as he began to add slow, circular motions to his touch. “I got you.”

Rio’s hand retreated from between Beth’s legs after a few more practiced presses on the outside of her clit and a single teasing poke with the tip of his finger into her tight, already sticky wet center. His quickening desire to push two deep inside her and promptly crook them to hear her ladylike moan and enraptured squelch was tempered by willpower when something reminded him: He wanted to take this slow.

Hint of a ruffled pout aside, Beth understood the intention behind Rio’s pull back and slowly recrossed her legs as she straightened her robe on her shoulders to let him know.

Rio’s lips stayed closed around the joint but upturned in just the slightest when his eyes smiled at her appreciatively. They read each other so well.

“Glad to see you’re celebrating. You deserve it.” he praised, the pronunciation of the words bent choppily by his still pinched lips. He pulled a black lighter from his pocket and lit the joint, hands interlacing together on the top of the table as he repositioned his body to face her house.

Beth gazed at Rio’s profile for a beat before returning her bleary eyes to the freshly manicured backyard. He handed her the burning cigarette and she brought it to her faded red lips to inhale before quietly thanking him.

Damn, she really was worn out this week.

“You wanna talk about how it went tonight?” his head turned to look her way again.

“It went…” she stopped as the thin smoke dissipated in front of her face, still staring out onto the lawn. Beth was most wound up from the half hour closed-door part of the meeting Rio was referring to — one spent defending her positions amongst the few stodgy old men who’d long maintained a hold on Detroit’s city politics and did not want her shaking anything up.

“It went how I thought it was going to go.”

Rio nodded with an understanding smile at the relatability of her description.

“How are you?” she quickly followed up, then took a fuller second drag of the joint before she could nervously blurt anything else out. Only hanging there between the two of them would that casual question take on such uncomfortable novelty.

Still, Beth really did want to know.

The breathiness of Rio’s surprised laugh could be heard bouncing off his teeth at the question. His eyes closed, eyelashes resting against the apples of his cheerfully surprised cheeks, before they slowly swept open to regard her again.

“You asking me how I am now, Elizabeth?”

“Yeah,” she said simply without further explanation and passed the marijuana back. The gray blue of her eyes was illuminated with waning visibility by the few lights on in the house as the night turned black.

Rio surrendered easily to his care for Beth, and to how long he’d been waiting to have commonplace conversations like this with her. He was glad he was taking this slow tonight, wondered what other unexpected gifts might come of that approach.

“Been handling our shit,” he smiled before bringing the joint back to his plump, pink lips.

“You really are so great at that,” she flirted with the most lively expression Rio had seen grace her face so far.

“I know,” he smirked, suggestive and sweet.

Comfortable pauses were interspersed between short pieces of what came to be an easy exchange after that. They passed the joint back and fourth, catching each other’s eyes every so often in the quiet moments.

“How’s Marcus?” Beth dared to go deeper once they’d finished the joint.

Previous versions of Rio would have told Beth Marcus was none of her business, or simply denied the response to a question from her on the subject. For a long time, he felt like she didn’t deserve to know. Not after all she’d done.

That mindset had shifted as of late.

“He’s real good,” Rio answered with a flash of his wide, beautiful-toothed smile. “Drivin me crazy askin ten times a day when soccer’s gonna start again…” he laughed with a small shake of his head.

“Oh, Jane, too,” Beth turned so her body was angled toward Rio’s.

As repetitive as Marcus’ questions about it got, Rio really couldn’t wait for the season to start up, either. Not only was it a great outlet for his son’s boundless energy, it also added more appointments to his calendar that included Elizabeth.

Rio placed a hand on Beth’s thigh at the thought.

“You gonna invite me inside, boss?” he squeezed.

Reaching for his hand and moving it back to the top of his own leg, Beth stood up. She grabbed the wine bottle with one hand and ran her palm across the top of Rio’s back with the other as she crossed the lawn behind him.

Her hand grasped his bicep when she’d made her way around him — a brief touch — then she was on her way to the steps leading to her bedroom’s French doors.

“C’mon, you,” her answer made his ears prickle with heat.

Rio watched her ass wiggle as she strode, standing up quickly to follow.

“Whatever you need, councilw—.” He stopped himself, wanting to address who she was completely, not just tease about one interesting dynamic of her currently.

”Whatever you need, Elizabeth.”

“My gosh, I’m so exhausted I forgot the glass,” Beth exhaled sharply as she plopped down onto the ottoman at the foot of her bed, raising the wine bottle she’d purposively carried inside by its neck.

The breath behind Rio’s soft laugh could be heard moving from his nose out of his mouth, his eyes on Beth — already comfortably curled up in her seat below his tall, standing form.

He lowered himself down to sit across from her, leaving his layers of clothing and black and white Jordans in tact.

“Since when you mind your manners with me?” Rio took the bottle from her grip and brought it to his lips to take a throat-warming drink of Beth’s dry red wine of preference.

When he moved the bottle away from his face to pass it back, Beth saw an open, almost cheerful expression behind it, softened with earnestness in the mellow light of her bedroom.

“So I guess we’re going to be seeing more of each other,” Rio stifled the urge to reach out and run his fingers down her cheek, neck, décolletage; across her shoulder to her upper arm — opting to let his eyes roam slowly along that path instead.

“Are we?” Beth’s brow quirked slightly, so tired his simple logic didn’t immediately occur to her.

“Yeah, baby girl,” Rio’s eyes raised to meet hers again, “You finalized your first big contract on behalf of the city today. And your boy here is gonna make sure the job gets done for you.”

Rio’s tongue swiped at his lower lip, then he bit down on it, eyebrows raised.

Of course. she remembered. Damn, his weed was good.

Everything about him was good.

Beth’s round face and dimly sparkling eyes both rolled in playful embarrassment as if to say ‘Duh!’ With one more sip at the wine bottle she emptied it, reaching down to tuck it safely beneath the ottoman.

“Gonna want to be kept updated on my progress, I’d assume?” Rio kept his focus on her face despite the neckline of her nightie pulled lower when she sat back up.

Beth hadn’t thought that far ahead yet, having been focused on getting through that night’s meeting and successfully getting the project approved in the days and weeks leading up. She was in no rush to figure out what came next with accomplishing the specifics of what she’d proposed. Hell, she might take the rest of the week off before she even started considering all that. Maybe Rio would stay in bed with her the whole next day and help her get her vacation started. Then help her start to piece this plan together after their other, more personal quotas had been met.

“Did you want me to stop by your office to check in or just um…” he smirked and glanced at Beth’s neatly made bed, then back at her soft, sleepy bust, oblivious to the separate reverie dancing within her pretty strawberry blonde head.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” she broke the physical distance, placing a hand on his knee.

Rio’s smirk lingered on his full lips. “Of course, darlin.” He scooted in an inch closer. “Always happy to brief you in bed the morning after these meetings, too.”

Beth laughed, leaning into his space. “Thank you for your flexibility.”

Rio finally shrugged off his jacket and reached his large palms out to grasp her soft cheeks.

“Now tell me what you need from me tonight, boss.”

Beth let her eyes close and her face melt into Rio’s warm palm, humming comfortably before her lashes batted open and she answered.

“I’ve been thinking about riding your face.”

Rio watched the words fall from her doll-like lips, a growl rising from his diaphragm. “Mmm… you know I been thinkin bout that, too.”

He brought his thumb down to her lips and Beth began to suck at the top of it, pale eyes wide and wondering.

Wondering how he was going to take her further over the edge of that ever-extending cliff tonight, deeper into the depths of what lie between them.

“That what you wanna do right now, Elizabeth? Ride my face?” Rio dropped his moist thumb from her mouth to trace the neckline of her nightie.

Beth paused, considering, her voice and eyes lower when she spoke. She was drained, but she always had energy to play with him. “Is that what your ledgers tell you we’re due for?”

Rio chuckled, beginning to trail his index finger below the silk, down her breastbone, his eyes serene but tempted.

“Whatever you want to get into would help our numbers, darlin, but my analysis says our most advantageous move would be…” he cleared his throat, his hand coming back up and same finger nudging a few faint wisps of hair off of her forehead, “…letting me take care of you and worry about the math later.”

“Please.” Beth brought a hand up to slip her robe off of her shoulders, sucking in her bottom lip. Her hand at his knee inched higher. “Do you what you need to, Rio.”

He nodded, grateful for the surrender of a bit of all that control she clung to so tightly. His fingers ran down her arms and laced both of her hands in his.

“I need you to turn off that beautiful, smart-as-hell brain of yours for me, Elizabeth.”

He watched her register the accolade and breathe in deeply.

“Can you do that?” he rasped with a squeeze at her hand.

She nodded.

“Just let go,” Rio’s deep voice soothed without a scratch, his hands guiding her hips to scoot back onto the bed.

He pushed the bottom of her silk nightie up as his head chased her bare pelvis backward, his tongue and front teeth crashing into her pussy lips when Beth’s back hit the headboard.

“Rio!” she gasped, surprised by how quickly this was moving after he’d paced the preceding 45 minutes so slowly.

Rio flattened his tongue against Beth’s peach pink inner labia as his hands came under her ass to give him better access to her other delicate hole. He spit on his index finger and brought it down to drag it around the rim of her asshole, his mouth returning to suck at her pussy while the tip of his nose nuzzled her clit. Beth felt the stubble on Rio’s cheeks grating the inside of her thighs so hard it started to sting.

Her torso arched up from the bed, drawn out cries unaffected by any sense of politeness, body too worn out to censor itself.

All she wanted was more of the exact same combination of sensations.

His index finger tentatively poking into her tight asshole, the suck of his mouth getting deeper and tighter around her intricate womanhood, pulling back his tongue but leaving the slightest bit of teeth to grazingly bite at her pussy. The hand not fingering her anus came up to press its palm at her clit at just the right angle, then began to rock slowly. All three at once made her insides quake and suddenly there was liquid pouring from her, into his mouth, onto his chin, dripping onto her duvet cover.

“That’s it, you fucking goddess,” Rio growled from below her. “Let your body do what it was made to, baby. Don’t hold back.”

He lapped at her pussy from top to bottom one last time before sitting up, resituating his hands to make her body squirt more cum the way he knew at that point he could.

He slipped two fingers inside of Beth’s wet center and allowed his pinky to begin teasing her asshole. Gently but quickly he began to pick up the pace of his hand, fingering her with model double penetration skills.

She was right, he was an expert at this.

“I’m gonna need you to squirt for me again, baby girl.” Rio’s free hand came up to wrap around her neck.

Beth’s eyes widened, disbelieving she could do that again when she had had no control over the first one.

This was all him, but she knew he knew it.

His fingers pushed deeper, his movement getting faster and harder. Rio raised her mouth to kiss her before dropping her back down onto the bed and pressing at her clit again. He could feel that she was seconds away from another, longer release.

“Let go…” he coached lovingly, darkest brown eyes worshiping her with her nightie up above her navel and her flushed face about to sob the last of the day’s pressure out, too. “Just like that…. Let go… I got you.”

And he did.

He had her.

It was the only thought left in her mind before she convulsed into another heavy spray.

Rio took his fingers out to rub her pussy in wide circles, her juices spraying everywhere. He smiled as if she’d just reached a new height in the expression of her sexuality — such an ideal match for his; dove deeper into the depth of their connection.

“That’s it, mama. I got you.”

Something told her he always would.

(Lyrics quoted are from “Phone Me” by Che Ecru.)

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