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I turn on the TV and then flip through the stations to find one of many shows, then take off my clothes, grabbing one of Ice’s t-shirts to sleep in. I know that it won’t be on my body too long. I get into bed, and Ice gets in and pulls me into his chest.
“Oh, it’s about to drop. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!”
He looks down at me and kisses me hungrily, roughly, and I know I’m not going to watch any more of the TV.
“I don’t know why ya even bothered puttin’ a shirt on.” He helps me take it off, and there’s no foreplay. Ice knows I’m wet and ready for him. He impales me as my legs wrap around him, and his mouth slams into mine.
I can’t get enough of him. “Harder, Ice. Fuck me hard,” I moan out. His touching me has set my body on fire. My fingernails dig into his back as I pull my body closer to his, pushing him deeper inside of me.
“You’re all worked up, baby. You’re gonna ride me and give me a show.” He stops and plops in bed beside me, then I straddle him. I lean down and take his cock in my mouth. The taste of me on him is intoxicating. He grabs my head and pushes my mouth further down on his shaft.
“Oh, Goddamn, Sunny. Like that. I’m going to blow my load down your throat,” he pants out, and he thrusts his dick farther down my throat. He moans as I feel cum hitting the back of my throat, and tears stream down my face as I gag on his dick. I release him from my mouth and wipe my face with the back of my hand.
After a few moments, Ice takes his shaft in his hand and strokes it, getting it hard. He grabs me by the hips as I align myself with him, and he pulls me down as his cock fills me. I push up and down, letting me hit my cervix as I push all the way down.
“That’s it, take all of me inside that pussy of yours,” Ice grits out, and he moves a hand from my hip and places it between us, his fingers rubbing on my clit as I grind on him in rhythm with his fingers. My orgasm is building, I’m tight, and I’m about to burst.
Black specks dot my vision, and I’m falling over the edge as I moan out, “Ice.”
I ride him hard through my orgasm, unable to get enough of his cock inside of me, and waves of pleasure wash over my body as I scream out. Ice flips me over to my back and pounds into my pussy. The sound of him fucking me echoes in the room. He’s relentless and doesn’t stop. My body tightens as another orgasm builds and rips through my body. As I dig my nails into his back, I know I’m drawing blood, and I come, wave after wave crashes through my body.
Ice growls as he fills me with his cum and collapses on top of me, kissing me.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks as he kisses my cheek and rolls over on the bed, catching his breath.
“That was amazing . . .”
We lie there for a few moments, and I have to get up and use the bathroom. While I’m in there, I clean myself up. I walk out, and Ice is wiping himself off with an old shirt. Ice cream sounds so good, especially after getting fucked by Ice.
“I want some ice cream.”
“I just gave you two loads,” he smirks.
“I’m really craving more ice cream, and you need to jump on the train and eat more ice cream with me.”
He chuckles. “Okay, let’s see if there is any in the kitchen. If not, we’ll go to the store.”
“Thank you. This is our new tradition. Sex and ice cream on New Year’s.” I smile as I get my clothes on.
“I like the sound of that.” He winks and finishes getting dressed.
CHAPTERTWELVE
ICE
Breaker, Armor, Fury, and I are at the docks taking care of some business. One of the shipping containers we have there is currently holding a Guatemalan who was fucking with one of our dealers. You don’t fuck with our people and not expect to get fucked up.
Armor and Fury have been trying to get information from him, but he hasn’t said anything.
“All of us have asked him and tried to get information from him, Breaker. The fucker isn’t talking,” Armor states.
“I’ll let Ice handle it. He has a way with people,” he smirks as I shake my head.
I size up the mother fucker in the chair. He’s about 5’8”, 195 pounds. He’s been eating well. He kind of looks like a pretty boy, the kind that doesn’t get his hands dirty. He isn’t going to like what I have planned for tonight. The Guatemalan’s tied to an old, rusty metal chair, with only his boxers on. His hands are chained behind him, so I have easy access to them if needed.
“I’ll give ya a chance to say something, or ya’ll wish ya did. Are the 17’s tailing our business?”
The man doesn’t say anything, then spits on me. Red clouds my vision. No motherfucker’s gonna disrespect me like that, and I punch him in the gut. He grunts as he takes the blow to the stomach.
