Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I hummed my agreement. Dad would have fucking loved it. I could imagine him screaming in the crowd with Ari, Lotto, and Frankie. He likely would have clung to the steel cage and yelled some profanities at me in Spanish to keep my ass in the zone. Hell, he was probably doing that to some more poor kids at his gym right now.
“We should go visit him in Mexico City.”
“We’ll have enough money to do it.”
“More if we take Troy’s offer.”
Lotto eyed me as he grabbed my hips and pulled me flush against him. The sturdiness of his chest robbed me of breath. Every time we moved, his lips brushed over mine like a little tease. I squeezed at his upper arms to feel the taut muscles beneath his black dress shirt.
“Maybe we should take Troy’s offer if we can keep coming back here.” Lotto’s breath fanned my face when he chortled. He ghosted his hand down my front until he brushed over my hard cock. “You seem to like it.”
I moaned and flexed my thighs to keep from jerking into his hand. “You think I need a sex club to fuck you?”
My question made him smirk. “Who is fucking who here, Bones?”
“Don’t I get my reward?” I nipped at his lower lip. “I talked to Ari, so I think you owe me, don’t you?”
Lotto grunted and squeezed my cock again, darting his tongue out to trace over my upper lip. I opened my mouth willingly, our tongues tangling slowly. His hard cock pressed up against my thigh whenever he moved his hips.
“Then how do you want me, Bones?” His teasing question was nearly lost in the change to a song with even harder bass. “Bent over the DJ booth so everyone could hear you fuck me?”
The thought made me shiver and throb. “I wouldn’t say no.”
“Oh?” Lotto’s hands reached around to my ass. He squeezed and kneaded before pressing a finger into my crack. “How about I finger your ass right here? I think you’d like that.”
“Sounds like a reward for you.”
“You know how much I love your ass.” Lotto pressed harder and ran his teeth over my lower lip. “And everyone could see the only way to beat you is to fuck you into submission.”
“Only you and Frankie,” I answered breathlessly. “And maybe Ari, if she’s up for it.”
Lotto’s laugh reverberated throughout my entire body. “Is that the reward you want?”
“I want you to suck my cock, Lotto,” I demanded. “Don’t need a grungy bathroom when a perfectly good dance floor will do.”
I got a flash of Lotto’s smirk before he kissed me. His lips pressed hard against mine as he shoved me back. My back collided with the wall, and I barely caught my breath before Lotto dove in again. He kissed me until I was groaning into his mouth. When he bit down on my lip and swirled his tongue around mine, I tasted iron.
He pressed his hard body against mine while he groped every part of me. There was no teasing like back in our kitchen. Now it was pure lust. The smell of sweat and sex surrounded us and made our kiss even more insistent. Lotto dragged himself from my lips, licking and biting down the side of my jaw and neck. He forced my thighs apart with his hands so he could settle between them. His hard cock rubbed against mine and pulled a moan from both of us. My dress shirt clung to my sweaty body, and Lotto groped at my pecs, squeezing as he made his mark on my neck.
Lotto’s hands were everywhere. My arms, my sides, my ass. The sore parts of me ached, but the pleasure was just as good. With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned the first two buttons of my dress shirt so he could trace my tattoos with his tongue. My skin was on fire; Lotto carved a path of flames with his teeth and tongue all the way down to my pecs. He rolled his tongue over my nipples through my shirt. I moaned and held his head close as he bit and sucked through the fabric. He fumbled with my belt and practically tore my pants open.
Even though he said no more teasing, every touch sure felt like it. He didn’t touch my cock, and I throbbed so hard it was almost painful. But Lotto groped everything else, a smirk on his lips as he added more wet spots to my shirt. He wanted me to beg. Just like I had years back at those grungy clubs.
“Isn’t this supposed to be my reward?” I ground out and bucked my hips toward him.
Lotto’s low hum vibrated into my skin. “I can’t have fun?”
“I don’t consider this fun.”
I grabbed his wrist and forced him to grab my aching cock, and he traced my length through my silk boxers. His laugh was hot and breathless.