Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

I, Joey Moretti—a one hundred percent card-carrying feminist—would gladly drop to my knees and crawl to this man if he told me to.

My constant, makes my cock twitch just looking at her, sarcastic, spoiled brat, ray of utter fucking sunshine of a distraction.

She’s such a fucking brat the way she pushes my buttons, but she’s still a slut for my praise.

“I’m going to fit my whole cock in you tonight, baby girl, and you know how you’re going to know when I’m all the way in?” “How?” “Because you’re going to count my piercings.” “Count?” “Yeah, count. There’s six of them, all for you, Joey.

“Know that there is nowhere far enough you can run that I won’t find you.”

I would die a thousand painful deaths before I willingly lost Joey Moretti.

I don’t know whether to drop to my knees at her feet, kiss her, or give into the dizziness and black out.

She makes the whole goddamn world make sense. “Yeah.” I guess the past doesn’t matter so much when my future is standing right here.

“Let me eat that pussy.” “You want me to sit? Like all the way down?” “All the way. Like my face is your seat.” My fingers dig into her hips. “But I’ll squash you. What if you can’t breathe?” I sigh, and she shivers as my breath dusts over her thighs. “I’ll breathe just fine. Now. Sit. The. Fuck. Down.”

“I would kill any man who dares to even look at you. I’ll burn this entire world to keep you safe, baby girl. I’d fucking die for you. But for now, how about I just take care of you?”

Joey Moretti might have me by the balls, but she’s sorely mistaken if she thinks that means she has any control here.

“Know this, Joey, there are a lot of things you can push me on, but this hot little body isn’t one of them. You tease me with it, you’re getting fucked. I don’t care where we are or who’s around.”

“You tell me, Max. How good would it feel to slide that huge cock inside me? Fill me up until my soaking wet pussy is wrapped tight around you?”

you fucking own me too, Joey. Every single part of me. I am and always will be all yours, baby girl.”

“Spank me? Fuck me? Spread me out on this dining table and eat my pussy until I scream? I mean the possibilities are endless.”

“Have I ever told you how fucking good your cum smells, baby? I should wear it like fucking cologne.”

“Don’t you ever mistake my wife’s submission to me as anything but a reflection of my utter fucking devotion to her. I would crawl through fire and broken glass on my hands and fucking knees if she told me to. If you ever disrespect her like that again, I will rip out your fucking tongue and use it to choke you to death. You got that?”