Page 65 of Reno

“Are you almost there?” I asked.

“Yes!” she bellowed. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

It was all the confirmation I needed. I knew there was nothing more than a few strokes between me and eternal bliss, and I gave them to her with authority. Just as I felt the pressure within me begin to release, her back arched.

My cock swelled.

Her pussy clenched me like a vise.

I released with such force that I felt my head would surely explode.

She wailed her pleasure into the room, muffling my moaning entirely.

When the room fell silent, I rested my chest lightly against hers. She blinked a few times, let out a long sigh, and then shook her head.

I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. She bit my bottom lip and locked eyes with me.

With my lip clenched between her teeth, I held her gaze.

In a few seconds, she released her grip.

I rubbed my lip with my index finger. “What was that about?”

“What?”

“Biting my lip?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I just did it. Are you mad?”

“I’m not made of glass,” I said with a laugh.

She slapped me on the arm. “Stop it.”

In a moment, her breathing steadied. “How long is it before you can go again?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied.

“Is it, like, ten minutes, or ten hours?”

“Definitely not ten minutes,” I said. “And, definitely not ten hours, either. Somewhere in between.”

“Like, an hour, maybe?”

“Maybe.”

She collapsed against me, resting her head against my shoulder. Together, we stared at the ceiling, but didn’t speak. I got lost in the sound of her breathing and wondered if she got lost in mine.

She was a remarkable woman, that much I was sure of. I wondered when—or if—Alacrán was going to return to the states, and whether Crip’s cop buddy would let me kill him instead of taking him into custody.

I decided I really didn’t care.

I was going to kill him for what he did to Carma, regardless.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

I forced myself from my evil thoughts and cocked my head to the side. “I could eat.”

“Do you have food?”