Warnings: pure fluff + common shit talking with your man, that’s all!
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The first thing you always expected to wake up to was a heartbeat and circles drawn by fingertips on any part of your body. However it really depended on the morning so once your eyes finally adjusted, you were not on top of a warm body but your cheek rested against your sheets instead. Lifting your head, the pillow that belonged to Rio fell from on top of your head while you scanned the room for your husband.
The new custom-made block out curtains deserved great reviews as there was no source of light entering your bedroom. You sat up peering in the direction of the bathroom with squints in your eyes to see no bathroom light shinning underneath. Up your arms went as you arched your back giving yourself a nice morning stretch, your knuckles lightly knocking against your hair which no longer had a bonnet covering it.
Sighing, you whipped your head around in search of the headwear in annoyance. This was not the first or would be the last time your bonnet betrayed you, it did not matter how tight you or Rio tied it, that baby was coming off. So you tried to alternate with a silk pillow but the way that case had you slipping and sliding just added another pain in your ass. Or neck if we’re being technical. Also Rio had to hear you whine about your neck sitting side ways like it was a Paul Wall track, and his massaging was a solid B+ but the moment you asked him to crack your neck he wasn’t having it.
“Don’t act like you haven’t broken some necks in your day,” you mumbled rubbing your neck while Rio gave you a look.
Rio blinked, “that’s because I had to mama and with you I don’t want that on my hands, I need my woman here with me. so imma set you up with this fantastic chiropractor.”
One thing about Rio he was all for self-care routines so it didn’t surprise you as much to know that he saw a chiropractor once maybe twice a year. You knew you would have to get around to scheduling another appointment soon…however right now all you wanted to know was where your husband was at and if he was still in the house or not. We all know that man liked to disappear. Taking your time to swing your legs over the edge of your bed, you groaned as you moved to push yourself off the bed to stand.
Rolling your neck around some more you slipped on some fuzzy socks and entered your bathroom to brush your teeth and then wash your face, for now. Securing your hooded robe around yourself you finally made your way out into the lengthy hallway, checking in on your kid’s bedrooms to find them empty too. Which made your curiosity more driven than it already was as you began making your way down your grand steps in search of your children now.
You smelled a faint pleasant smell and before you could even get to the kitchen, you were greeted by your Australian shepherd first. Her paws rested against your thighs as she demanded pets from you which you granted, “you’re up too huh, girl? Where’s everybody at?”
She barked at you and nudged her head backwards but waited until you petted her further before leading the way. The winter home in Connecticut you shared with Rio was too big, a white mansion on some clue type shit that had too many bedrooms and took you forever to find anyone in but Rio was convinced that you would learn to love it. And sure a part of you seemed to tolerate it more on holiday seasons but that still didn’t erase the fact that you were poor with directions.
Just look at you, being led through the house by your third child! She glanced back at you from time to time as her body wiggled with each step through each turn, once you got to the main dining room you seemed to know your way. Your Australian Shepard sensed that and moved to the side of the entrance way of the kitchen but not without you praising her some more before leaving her side.
Stepping into the narrow kitchen you yawned as you made your way through the oddly shaped kitchen—which was common for homes built in the 1900’s and saw no one in the kitchen. To the left you went to your designated breakfast area to finally find your husband sitting at the circle table, tearing up what appeared to be some French toast.
He had his attention on his tablet that he had perched up attached to a keyboard while he stuffed his mouth.
“Hey,” you called out holding your arms out and going to smooth your hood back from covering your eyes.
Rio stopped mid-chew to look over at you, “morning mama, sleep well?”
“No.” You rubbed at your neck again and didn’t have to say more as Rio picked up on your body language and waved you over.
He scooted his chair back as he welcomed you into his lap, wrapped one arm around your waist staring at you as you locked both arms across his shoulders, “what happened?”
“I didn’t have a warm bird chest to wake up to.”
Rio stared up at the ceiling as he held back a laugh at your weak insult, “so you’re blaming me instead of your damn scarf, this is where you’re taking it this morning huh? You don’t give me no love, no nothing?”
Sarcastically you pecked Rio’s lips while keeping your blank stare on his before rotating your body and nudged his hand to drop the fork so you could finish his French toast.
“I made you a plate over there.” The thirty something year old told.
“Yours always tastes better,” You made no motion to move already having the excuse that your neck was the reason you would be petty (as usual) this morning.
Rio moved his hands to lock around your tummy as you tore up the rest of his French toast and fruit while mumbling, “I ain’t have no idea I had four babies in this house.
“What was that?” You tilted your head slightly sideways.
Rio sucked his teeth knowing you heard him, he wasn’t going to repeat himself, he rarely did that, “I see where Lava gets this from.” He mentioned your four year old daughter, Lavelle.
It finally dawned on you as you wiped your lips with a handkerchief, “anyways, where are my other babies?”
Rio slipped his hands from your tummy, up your spine, to pressing into the stiffness of your neck which you welcomed, “they’re in one of these other rooms. I made them a fort since it’s a snow day.”
“Is it?” You questioned leaning into his touch and opening your eyes to peer out into yet another room, that faced the breakfast room which was known as your plant room since it was full of green decor and large windows.
Rio scoffed in response, “you’re the one who told me last week there was supposed to be a snow storm here, mama. Which is why I prepared for everything: made sure the house was fully stocked with food, and all the other necessities just in case it suddenly turns into a blackout. We’re usually good about that though, I had the generator triple-checked a week before we came up here.”
You shrugged, “you know I just say things sometimes right? My mom probably told me this over our weekly calls and I repeated it since we all know how she is, she gets worked up and then it gets me stressed.”
Rio nodded his head in agreement knowing that’s simply how your mom was. Usually when she popped a Valium she was alright (once it got to that point it is) but the woman made the choice to stay at your childhood home with your dad, although Rio offered for the couple to stay with them for the month of December but your dad declined since he liked his own space—understandably so.
The both of you sat in silence for a moment with you almost falling asleep in Rio’s arms until you jumped up, alarming Rio who went back to his tablet. He furrowed his brows as you stood up picking up the pitcher of apple juice, “where you going?”
“I’m going to take a bath and then I’m going to snuggle with Marcus and Lava in the fort and do whatever they want for this snow day, duh.” You began walking out of the breakfast room with Rio nodding his head with a smile on his moisturized lips.
You went back over to him and leaned forward to place a smooch on said lips, his facial hair tickling your upper lip and once you pulled back he licked his own lips in appreciation.
“You’re a good one, Christopher.”
Rio sat back in the wooden chair and held out his long arms with a grin on his lips, “I’ve been trying to tell you that since the day you first met me but you weren’t trying hear it.”
“Oh please,” you stood up rolling your eyes with small laughter as you took a sip from the pitcher making Rio shake his head at your carefree actions, “you’re just as lucky.”
“I know that. That’s why I’m still happy to be here.”
You winked as you finally turned to leave the room before peeking back at the man who met your gaze briefly, “I’ll be done with work by the time you’re done, that’s a promise. I want to show the kids National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation.”
“Oooo,” you commented, “did you light the fireplace?”
“I was gonna do that later once we were all together. I just turned the heat up and gave them extra blankets since I can’t find the space heaters and we all know lava likes to get into things she’s not supposed to.” Rio informed you while you nodded, loving how his parental skills kicked in.
You dramatically held onto your chest as it fluttered in which Rio laughed at already reading your mind as you slid out of his sight.
And that’s how you spent your snow day stretched out in a fort with your kids in between you two, Christmas movies on the projector, your dog resting at your feet, and a fire burning to add to the warmth that was already in the room.
Summary: On a night you’re on the prowl tryna get yours, Rio blocks you from all angles just to get what he’s always wanted…
Relationship: Rio (Good Girls) x black!reader
Warnings: graphic language, smut, a little oral (fem rec), unprotected sex, rough sex, rough foreplay, 18+
A/N: another for Underdog month! This Rio idea has been sitting on my list for too long now and I love that I got it done. Writing for Rio is so much fun for me. LET THE FOOLERY COMMENCE!!!
“Mmm. Well lookie here. Must be my fuckin lucky night.”
Hearing his sexy ass voice coming up behind you drops your shoulders in minor defeat. Shit. If you knew he was going to be here tonight, you would have picked literally any other bar but you’re already in the middle of your pint and making eyes with a cute ass dude across the room. You’re not going to let him ruin your plans for the evening.
“Can you exist anywhere else?” Turning in your seat, you roll your eyes at him already devilishly smirking down at you grimacing.
“Aw c’mon. Don’t do me like that…” Rio goes to pinch your cheek but you lean away from his tatted fingers. “You know you like me around…makin the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention and shit.” His fingertips wiggle at his neck with a chuckle.
Ugh, fuckin Rio. He always has a way to be around you when you least expect it. Doing anything within his self made power to try to lure you into his arms but he’s been unsuccessful for years. Everyone in town knew he wanted you, claiming to be in love with you but you didn’t want any part in his sketchy ass life. You hear enough to know Rio is bad news. His business, his crimes, blurs his handsomeness, his devastatingly deadly swagger. Girls practically throw themselves at him but if you’re in his vicinity, they’re downright invisible. His desire for you fueled his hunger to rule every inch of this city so when the time comes, you can sit comfortably beside him as Queen. Rightfully so.
“Ugh get the fuck on Rio.” Your shoulders shudder under his hungry stare as you turn your back to him, scooping up your glass to chug the remnants of your beer. He can’t be here tonight. He’s going to block your every shot and you can’t have that. On a covert mission to get laid. “You’re gonna fuck my shit up.”
Slowly lifting a brow Rio licks his plump bottom lip with a smirk. “Oh so you out here tonight?”
You roll your eyes and motion to the bartender for another round. “Tryna be.” You grumble to yourself, glancing back over to the guy you’ve been eye fucking for the past five minutes. Stranger flashes you a pretty smile, and flickers a nod. Rio glares at the heated exchange already plotting against him.
“A’ight then. Do you mama.” Creeping up behind you, he dips his chin down near your ear, laying his sights on the cheeky bastard still checkin for you, “But I’ll be watching you princesa. Better watch your step.”
Your next breath is shaky, your heart beating erratically behind your breast but you smack your lips and huff.
“So you’re going or…?”
Rio’s already gone, joining his crew at the pool table they’ll occupy all night, watch you make a complete fool of yourself trying to pick up men with your largest cock block in the same bar. May the best fearless man win.
Up first at bat is the saucy eye fucker. Standing at an average 6’1 he rocked a very neat five o’ clock shadow that matched his rugged features. He struts over with confidence, which you love but Rio destroys the moment. He and his crew snickering and mocking him in the background. Somehow his confidence doesn’t sway as he introduces himself and takes a seat beside you. The small talk is cute, his charm pulling a smile over your cheeks as he compliments your taste in beer. A general reaction you’re used to with men but it doesn’t make him any less cute. You’re getting lost in his eyes, his witty smirk and the way his lips move when he talks. Your bloods boiling, sliding over the bar to be closer to him speaking so intimately. Rio’s dissatisfying smack of his lips could be heard over the noisy guitar solo. Dude smells good and it draws you in even more. Your eyes dart over at Rio obnoxiously coughing and clearing his throat across the room.
“So what are you doing later tonight?” Handsome stranger doesn’t seem to notice or acknowledge his antics as he pushes up on you.
“Not you homeboy.” Rio’s chocolatey smooth intrudes, suddenly standing over your shoulder again. Pool cue stick still in hand. You go to tell him to fuck off but homeboy interrupts you.
“I’m sorry? You are?”
And you do everything in your power not to drop your jaw. He doesn’t know who he is?! That’s a first. Where you thought he’d snatch this dude up by his neck Rio just sucks his teeth and rubs his hairy chin, humming behind pressed lips.
“Man, you got three seconds to get the fuck up outta here before I show you who the fuck I am.”
Gradually easing away from dude who needs to be moving by now, you can’t find the words to save him and go back to your drink. Dude just sits there confused. “Three…two…”
There goes strike one. Handsome stranger pushes himself out his seat and away from Rio’s menacing glint. Looking over your shoulder you see him biting back a sexy smile, his brown eyes burning over your annoyed face.
“Do better princesa…” His wink makes your core tingle a little as he slowly backs away, never taking his eyes off you. Groaning you motion for the bartender again and order two shots of tequila dressed and gear up for a round of desperate shenanigans. He didn’t mean better, he meant him and you’re not going to do Rio. Not tonight. Both shots are slammed down before you and with zero hesitation, you shoot back both and hiss through the burn. You’ve gotta act like he doesn’t exist tonight and go get what you want. No matter what he does, you’re going to get yours.
Lining his up shot, Rio watches you swiftly take those tequila shots with a small shake of his head. This is going to be some fun. Up you go, strutting across the bar, scoping the talent scattered around tables and circling the bar until you spot the next hitter standing alone along the wall, drink in hand, scrolling on his phone. He’s tall, thick enough to suffocate under while he’s digging you out. Nice head of hair. Boldly you approach him and ask him how much he benches, because he looks like that type, and he just smiles and gently tells you his answer in your ear. You can pretend to be interested enough in a guy’s workout and diet routine, especially when they’re built like this guy. Nodding and agreeing with everything he says. That’s what they like…also, they like when you press up on them to feel their strong muscles. This guy is loving this. You wonder if his cock is just as beefy as his arms.
“There she goes boss.” Calls out one of Rio’s boys but he’s already watching you be a drunk flirt. This cue could snap in his hand. All he can do is watch and wait, get disgusted by the sight of this guy running his hand over your ass. You really don’t know how you got here but somehow he’s got you burning up, talkin real nasty in your ear. Oh the tequilas got you mad loose. You could take this guy to the bathroom—BATHROOM. You excuse yourself with a cheeky wink and scurry away so you can hurry back and rekindle that spark with thickums.
“Go,” says Rio into his glass of whiskey. Two of his boys dart through the crowd to attain your new friend waiting for your return. While you’re checking your lipstick in the mirror, his boys are escorting him utterly confused out the exit. Rio can do this all night.
You aren’t even surprised to find him gone when you come back to where you left him. Rio whistles over at you trying to ignore his crew cackling and teasing. He really couldn’t let you have this huh. Rio shakes his head no as if he can hear your thoughts.
Glaring, you mouth with emphasis,
Fuck you.
With pleasure.
Rio mouths back, puckering his lips to blow you a small kiss. You’re over his annoying ass already.
As the night drags on, and you keep trying to find your S.O.S. cock for the night, Rio keeps blocking from all sides and the more he blocks, the quicker the word spreads around the bar til the point no man wanted to deal with you. That was his end goal all along anyway.
“And just where do you think you’re goin?”
The night air is warm over your steaming head. It’s best for you to get home or you’ll end up going to jail for attempted murder. You struck out tonight and it was no one’s fault but Rio’s. Standing alone outside the bar you wait for your Lyft, ready to put so much distance as possible between you and him.
“Home. Got a date with my vibrator since someone wanted to be a cockblocking dickhead all night.” You counter with a well deserved attitude.
“Mm. Now, now. Name calling won’t get you what you want mama.” Rio tsks approaching with this knowing smirk that’s always plastered on his face.
You sigh, “I don’t want anything from you.” Wishing he’d go away and leave you alone just this once. Give your buzzing nerves a break. The hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention once again as he stands beside you.
“I don’t believe that.” Rio hates when you ignore him. You won’t even bother to look at him you’re so pissed off when he was really doing you a favor. “None of them deserved your attention princesa trust me.”
“I wasn’t looking for the one Rio. Just a dick to ride.” Finally you cut your eyes over at him stale faced at your vulgar response. Then ride his, the retort sits on the tip of his tongue but he swallows it down, not really willing to push his luck any further. Instead he offers,
“I can give you a ride home. Free of charge.”
Lyft did keep dropping your drivers and for a second there, you really thought Rio had something to do with that but he can’t hold that much power…right? You’re getting tired of seeing the wait time get pushed back but giving him just an inch means he’s really going to extend it to a mile. A ride home with the last man on earth you wanted to be around. Why would you do that. Oh right, because you’re tired and desperate. Scaling a scowl up his tall slim frame you groan,
“Fine. Whatever Rio.”
The ride’s mostly silent other than some music softly playing from his radio. Rio taking turn by turn without your instruction and you just look out the window, your body angled away, ready to jump out the moment he gets to your place. The song sounds pretty from what you can hear so you focus on that instead of his smooth breaths. He can’t stop glancing over at you huddled upon the door like you’re ready to make death defying escape any moment if he was to do anything you didn’t like. Keeping a loose hand on the stick shift, Rio thinks about grabbing your thigh and snatching your legs open over his black leather seats ordering you to relax. He’s not going to do anything you don’t want him to do but he knows, deep down, you want him to do all sorts of outright nasty things to that sweet body. You feel those dark eyes burning through you as your shoulders try to roll away another shudder. All of a sudden the tension is thick all through air of the car which has you shifting in your seat uncomfortably. Your little pussy catching the vibes comes to life but your brain tells her to relax. That’s not going to happen though she’s got a mind of her own.
“What are we listening to.” You ask needing a distraction.
Rio hums as he turns up the radio some. “Cafe Tacvba. What, you like it or somethin?”
“This song is pretty yeah.” That’s all you can focus on instead of how his voice makes your body react. Your mind begins to wander, conjuring up this image of a late night empty bar where you and him are dancing to this song as lights twinkle around your heads. Rio holds you so close, whispering sweet nothings in Spanish lowly into your ear as he sweeps you across the abandoned dance floor. You know it’s just your alcohol induced imagination but the image is so nice you huff a longing sigh that hits the passenger window. A sigh so loud and warm Rio arches a brow at the back of your head. So lost in your thoughts you don’t even realize you’ve arrived at your destination. He announces,
“We’re here mama.”
Your daydream melts away as your thrown back to this harsh reality. Oh. Right. Well that was nice while it lasted but now your core is smoldering. Looks like you won’t need long with your vibrator tonight. Attitude back on ten, you cut your eyes at him leaning back in his seat. Car still running but seatbelt off. Always drinking you in like it’s the first time he’s seen you.
“Oh. Well thanks or whatever.”
But as you open the door, Rio asks you,
“What’s up with you.”
You freeze with a frown. “What do you mean what’s up with me.” You ask back over your shoulder.
“You act like I shot your dog or somethin. What’s up with that.”
Is he really? His jaw’s rigid, brown eyes blazing staring so hard he really wants to know why you treat him the way you do when he feels the way about you.
Leaning back on the door, you cross your arms. “I don’t like what you do. That’s my problem.”
He does his thing, rub his beard and tuts and retorts, “My business is my business princessa. Whether you like it or not.”
Biting your cheek you exhale loudly through your nostrils, his venomous tone persuading you to argue back. He’s hotter when he’s pissy and that’s not really helping. The thick air between you sticky. Steady heavy breaths caving your chests. This self induced orgasm will come so damn quick.
“Well I fuckin don’t. So deal with that hefe.”
Hefe. Rio can’t help but laugh at you calling him that, pushing a button to turn off the car. He’d love to hear you call him that while you’re creaming all over his veiny cock that throbs in his black denim as he rests back in his seat, tasting those sexy lips of his. God he wants you and that goofy ass attitude it really gets to him. Doesn’t make any sense.
“What are you doing.” Your heart’s hammering again, following his hooded gaze up and down your closed off demeanor. Sucking on that bottom lip, teeth chewing on his pink skin.
“You still got that date with your stupid little toy or you still need a dick to take care of that weak ass attitude.”
Every inch of muscle tenses up, especially your damp canal clenching around absolutely nothing. She’s telling you to cave. So does his tantalizing stare. Go on…allow yourself some fun. Even if it’s by his aggravated touch. Rio bucks his eyebrows. You sigh a laugh with an eye roll and open the car door without muttering a definitive answer.
Rio follows you through the darkness of your living room, so damn excited to be on his way to your bedroom. Keeping close, tempted to rest a hand on your curvy waist. You clearly aren’t thinking straight but that swagger of his swayed your decision. Was it the right one? You’ll see soon enough. You can feel his magnetism warming your backside as you push your bedroom door open, escorting him, your anxious eyes locked in with his dancing ones. Pressing you back on the cool wood as he pushes it close behind you, caging you in. His hot crotch hovering over your own. His eyes black and hooded. Turning his head to the side, he wonders,
“Why do you look so worried…like I’m gonna hurt you…” Rio curls a sinister smirk gently pinching your cheek. “Trust…I’m gonna take care of you princessa. Gonna hurt you in all the right ways, you feel me?”
Without thinking you nod in his cupped hand, lifting your chin up into his heat, dying to kiss his parted lips dangling overhead. If you had to pick your favorite feature oh Rio’s, it’s definitely his mouth. His tatted up brown skin is your second. Especially the bird on his neck. Your trembling hand goes to grab him there, stiffly bracing your fingers over the ink. A low growl vibrates against your palm jerking him closer.
“You better.” You pant, quickly licking your dry lips before you two meet with relieved moans. Damn he even tastes dangerous, intoxicating, and the kiss only makes you thirstier for him. Falling into the door with a thud, Rio deepens the kiss with a mean groan, swirling his tongue around yours and pressing his hard dick into your hips rocking up and down its length. Between the friction and this starved make out you’re so turned on you choke him a little and he loves it. Pressing your grinding lower halves harder into the door.
“Shit princesa,” he whispers releasing you still holding your breath, eyes still closed, “my dick is so fuckin hard it hurts I wanna fuck you so bad.”
Your lashes flutter open as you grin and close tighter on his bobbing knot, lightly giggling at his cock going bizzerk against the crease of your thigh. Having this much control over a man who has control over the whole city is invigorating your pussy creams a little. Rio grins at the smell of your arousal, your strength around his veiny neck.
“You really like this?” His fist loudly punches your door as you apply even more pressure. His lids close with a tender groan and deep sigh, only opening his dark eyes again when you loosen some.
“Mmm you just don’t know what you fuckin do to me mama.” Rio hisses near your pillowy lips as you firmly lift your hand up underneath his jaw.
“Yeah?” You challenge nibbling at the edges of his big lips padding for kisses but you inch away from each one. He knows you’re living having this much power over him, so he lets you have it for a little bit because once he takes over, you’ll be the one losing it over and over again. Oh he’s going to show you who’s hefe and why.
“Yeah girl.” Your noses nuzzle as you tease each other with ghostlike kisses and bites. “You make me so damn crazy I want you so bad.” His large hand roughly takes ahold of the back of your neck. “Wanted to fuck all those dudes up tonight.”
You just sigh a crooked grin and whisper, “Jealous.”
Stuffing your slippery tongue between his gasping lips you inhale him into your slobbering mouth. His slim fingers fist the back of your hair. The harder you two french each other, the harder you choke him, the tighter he fists your roots. Rio yanks your head back and you inhale a sharp gasp that transforms into a needy moan as he sloppily kisses and bites down his way down to your jaw and neck.
“Wanna make you my dama.” He muffles into your skin with his saliva. “Wanna show you that you’re mine and no one else’s.”
All you can do is sigh and moan in return, too lost in the way his deep velvety voice sounds in your dizzy head. Lost in how soft his skin feels against yours, especially his silky lips marking up your throat. He’s going to show you the fuckin stars with how hard he’s going to tear into you he vows to himself. For the longest, this is all he’s ever wanted. To taste you, feel you, fuckin smell you. Make you moan, cry, whine and cum so damn hard all you do his worship his name.
“Aw shit. Rio.” There goes the first whimper of his name of the night. So so many more to go.
“Take your pants off.” He snaps through his clenched teeth still lining the slope of your neck and immediately you obey, releasing the front of his neck to shove the denim down your flaming thighs. Rio helping you step out of them as he drags you over to the bed. “Shirt next. Let’s go.” He motions for it with two fingers as your panting and pulling it over your head. Now laying there in your matching set Rio snarls at the sight of your caramel skin in this blood red lingerie, hurrying out his clothes. As his tatted up torso gets revealed to you, you squirm and huff over the soft cool bedding, still in a little shock that you’re letting him get naked before you. Fuck he’s dummy sexy you damn near guffaw. His toned abs flex and fold as he shoves his boxers down to the floor. His stiff cock springing free. Catching and stroking it with a heavy hand Rio slithers a smile at you with a shake of his head.
“Fuck baby.” Rio growls briefly really tugging on his cock. “Let me see that pussy.”
You’re so aroused you feel like you’re wetting these expensive ass panties, taking way too long to spread your legs for Rio in mad heat. You shout, sitting up some, as he slaps and throws your legs open with his free hand. Still stroking his dick with the other, he scratches at the waist of your panties and rips them off you with ease.
“I said,” he barks, jaw strong and clenched again, “let me see that pretty fuckin ass pussy.” Ruined panties go flying through the air. If you weren’t soaking wet before, you definitely are now, exposed to wolf-like Rio mesmerized and slobbering. He’s just lucky it’s been way too long since your last fuck but then also you’d be lying that this isn’t the fuckin hottest shit. Rio pounces between your legs, slithering up your hyperventilating body crawling up the bed.
“Mmmph mama…you smell so fuckin good.” Sloppily dragging his wet tongue between his fat lips still staring at your throbbing slit. Breathing in deep he dips his hungry mouth towards your fat clit and takes a taste causing your nerves to burn and jump, sighing with a shiver. “Taste damn good too baby mmm,” Rio hums richly and grins, blinking his big brown eyes up at you he takes another taste. You fist turn covers.
“Oh my god! Fuck!” His slow tiny licks drive you insane, taking his time to really savor your wetness. Your heels dig into the mattress as you hold on for dear life. Just dripping and Rio tries to lap up every bit. Tip of his tongue teasing your entrance. “What the fuck! Rio!” You yelp number two, practically weeping when he quickly dips his tongue in and out your middle. All he can do is chuckle, wiping his chin as he abandons your folds pulsating and aching. You rest back on the bed, exhausted already, anxious about his next move. Nervous eyes glued to his devilishly handsome face. So fuckin hot. So goddamn sexy. Your quaking breaths and whimpers fill the room and your pitiful sounds make his dick leak, the tip tapping into your sensitive pussy you jump with a high pitched moan.
“Mmm my princesa…you think you ready for me? Hmm?” Your eyes flicker shut with a small sob as his fingers brush over your feverish cheeks. Rio huffs a laugh as he shakes his head no and you gradually nod a yes into the pillows. He reaches a slim toned arm down between your legs to angle his engorged cock at its target, faintly circling the head against your squirting hole.
“Ugh my god yes.” You grunt into his wide open mouth. “Rio yes fuck me…fuck meeee please…”
Suddenly gripping your jaw he forces your gasping mouth open, only dipping the tip inside your convulsing walls. You choke on a startled gasp then let out a long moan as he spits down into the back of your throat. A sick smile fills your sight.
“Nah. Hefe. I like that shit.” Rio slowly rolls his hips, dipping inside just a little more. “Cuz I’m the fuckin boss. Ain’t that right princesa.”
Another timid stroke. Another lost breath. “God yes…hefe…” you swallow a desperate cry as he teases you some more with such tragically shallow strokes. Your nails in his lower back you’re trying to force Rio to quit fuckin with you but he runs the show and right now he loves your sad needy sighs and fragile little moans. He wants to take his time feeling every fuckin ripple of your warm insides, have every inch of his enflamed veiny skin covered in your creamy wetness. Rio wants to feel you milk his cock for days, smell like your sweet pussy until it overwhelms his senses. You are exactly how he imagined, feel and look just as good against his inked skin, moan just as heavenly and sweet. Christ he’s gotta find some restraint so he won’t bust. Determined to make this last all night until the early hours of the morning if he has to. No telling when this will happen again better make this moment of weakness last.
Taking you by a hip he decides he’s gotta go deeper and slams his fat cock so deep inside of you your back snaps up off the bed. Eyes partially rolling into the back of your head you call his name. You’ve never felt someone so far inside you before Jesus Christ. After that it’s on and poppin. Rio pummeling into you so hard he’s knocking whatever wind’s left right on out of you.
“I fuckin own this pussy now. You hear me?”
Rio smacks the yes out of you. “Yes hefe.”
He grins. “Say it. I wanna fuckin hear it.” His slim hips snap harder between your agape thighs.
You can’t believe it’s your voice shouting the words. “You own this pussy Rio!” But goddamn he might as well with the way he’s got you bouncing off his hips right now. “Holy fuck! Shit!”
Palming the back of his fuzzy head you cram your lips into his as he squeezes you so close and fucks into you. Rough groans and growls beating into each other between locked lips. Skin slapping, fluttering dick tearing through you. Sucking the taste of your arousal off his swollen lips and tongue that dances so far down your throat. Spurting all sorts of creamy goodness all up and down his thick shaft and balls Rio’s aggressively digging out your orgasm. Stroking your spot as if he’s always known where it’s been. Nails scratching his scalp makes his nerves crawl down his back straight to his hypersensitive crotch. Oh god. This is it. Ripping his worn mouth away he rests his head besides yours, whispering under tired pants,
“Ooooh fuck. Fuck my princesa fuck baby milk my dick, fuckin choke my dick baby yesss…uuugh yessss…eres mía princesa...mía para siempre quiero oírte gemir mi nombre mama fuck…”
As your shouts and moans build louder and louder, most likely disturbing your neighbors. A language barrier but the tone definitely isn’t lost and before you two know it, you guys are cumming all over each other with voluminous curse words in awed mouths, chests heaving and limbs shaking. Rio collapses beside you and you follow, keeping his emptying dick still inside as you two lazily kiss and play with tongues. Spent; this should be a time of rest but he’s pulling your bra strap off your round shoulder so your tit can pour out of the thin material of the cup. Your full breast fits perfectly in his clammy hand massaging your squishy flesh and fingers playing at your erect nipple. Already riling you up your breaths quicken all over again. Never disconnecting from his smirking lips, you drape a leg over his hip and turn him onto his back. His hands roaming all over your hunched back. You feel so fuckin good you can’t wipe the smile off your sweaty face.
“Mm I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so big before.” Rio mutters and snickers and smacks at your lips. His dick swelling against your messy core. Yeah he’s got you smiling alright…and how could you be mad about that.
“Guess you got the job done.” You purr then steal a hard sensual kiss that has him groaning longingly as he slides his arms securely around your back, hugging you so close. Giggling to yourself you pull away and tease, “Guess you can go home now.”
But Rio shuts you up with a hard slap on the ass that has his cock jumping to life, slapping against your ruined folds.
“Not yet.” You shrill a gasp when he claps at your ass cheeks again then pushes his dick back inside. “And if I’m going home, you comin home with me...” He slams your lower back down on his cock just to fill you up. “Princesa…”
“Who can prevent all this from happening? The people. Public figures, journalists, musicians, actors, athletes, scientists, doctors, bloggers, stand-ups, Tiktokers, and more. Ordinary people. Ordinary, simple people. Men, women, old, young, fathers, and most importantly - mothers. I know that my speech will not be aired on Russian television. But the citizens of Russia have to see it. They need to know the truth.”
