📖 Book Details
Genres: Dark Romance, Cartel Romance, Mafia Romance, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Crime Romance, Bad Boy Romance
Heat Level: Scorching Hot/High Spice 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
Tropes & Dynamics:
- Anti-Hero Stalker
- Forbidden Romance (Seducing Friend’s Little Sister)
- Protective Alpha Boyfriend
- High Stakes/Organized Crime Ring Danger
- Second Chance at Life
- Standalone Novella (Lozano Cartel Series, Book 3.5)
She sank to her knees. His cock bobbed, desperate for her attention. Instead, she removed his boots. Then his socks and pants. She brushed her fingers across a bit of white crust that stained the inside of his chinos.
“I jacked off when you were showering,” he volunteered, standing naked in front of her as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to do. “Did you play with your nipples?”
She nodded before she could stop herself.
“Good girl.” He stroked her still-damp hair, almost patting her head.
Something dark and dangerous flashed in his eyes. Her belly quivered. She pumped his cock again and fondled his tight ball sac.
He hissed and bucked his hips.
His cock speared the veil of her hair. She clasped his shaft again and flicked her tongue across his bulbous head. He jerked and fisted her hair so hard her scalp smarted. Then she trailed her touch across the sensitive skin that connected his balls to his ass and grabbed one of his firm, solid cheeks. His muscles bunched. Carajo. She could air fry a tortilla on that hot ass.
“You want my mouth?” She blew over his reddish tip and lapped away a bit of salty pre-cum.
“Fucking hell, Marisol.” Ángel jerked her face closer.
She opened wide for his invasion. Tingles shot from her toes to her head as his throbbing cock stretched the hollow of her cheek. Her nipples hardened to the point of pain, desperate for friction. For his touch. She nibbled gently, clamped her mouth around the base, and slid back to the flushed tip. She pushed down again and rolled his heavy balls between her fingers.
“That’s right, honey.” He held her head steady and thrust his hips. “Suck me down.”
His cock hit the back of her throat. She choked a little, drew back for air, and swallowed him deeper. His grip on her head tightened. Wetness pooled between her thighs, surely staining her panties. She locked her lips around him and worked her throat as best she could. Tears burned her eyes. The salt, the heat, the way his thighs trembled in her hands—it was almost too much.
His breath hitched. He jerked once, twice, and groaned.
Ángel’s hot seed pulsed across her tongue and down her throat. She moaned around him again, the vibration wringing a ragged grunt from his mouth. His grip slackened in her hair.
She pulled away and grinned as his semi-erect cock twitched against her chin. His chest heaved as if he’d run a marathon. Satisfaction burned in his eyes. Possession, too. He dragged the deliciously rough pad of his thumb across her lip, claimed a drop of cum, and pressed it against her mouth. She licked it up.
“You look good like this. On your knees for me. A real dirty girl.”
“Told you.” Marisol leaned back and smoothed her dress over her thighs. “Now what, big boy?”
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