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any moves without several pairs of eyes on me,” he explained.
    She nodded in understanding, though she felt somewhat uncomfortable being in the company of a trio of men she didn’t know. As she drove to her apartment with Sergio riding shotgun, her eyes kept darting to the rearview mirror, keeping an eye on the Range Rover that tailed them.
    â€œNothing to be concerned about,” Sergio assured her. “My men are discreet; they’ll wait for me outside your building.”
    She let out a sigh of relief. In her mind, she had pictured the two men sitting in her living room, listening to every sound that emerged from her bedroom while she and Sergio got to know each other better.
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    Sergio’s superb bedroom skills had Anya panting, twisting and turning, and yelling profanities. “Fuck me! Take all this wet pussy, it’s yours,” she declared while caught up in the throes of passion.
    â€œOh, yeah? This pussy belongs to me?” Sergio said calmly as he slowly and expertly repositioned her body so that her face was down and her ass was up in the air. With Anya in a position of complete surrender, Sergio slow-stroked and spoke to her in Spanish. She didn’t know what the hell he was saying but it sounded sexy as shit. With dick deep in her gut, Anya could only moan while she clutched the sheets.
    Most men in power positions, preferred to lay back and take, preferring to let the random chicks they picked up, jump through hoops to satisfy them. But Sergio was putting in work. The sweat that trickled down his well-developed body was evidence of that.
    With her cheek pressed against the mattress, Anya’s eyes landed on Sergio’s 9mm that was holstered and placed on her nightstand. The sight of the weapon reminded her of the blood she and Brick had spilled during their rampage of revenge that began in Philly and ended in Los Angeles. Excitement motivated her to buck backward, slamming her ass into Sergio’s groin.
    â€œOh, yeah, throw that pussy at me, ma-ma,” Sergio prompted, alternately squeezing her hips and then lightly smacking her ass.
    She recalled how she had forced Kaymar Crawford to suck the nozzle of the gun like he was giving head. That memory along with Sergio’s dick caressing her inner walls heightened her sexual pleasure. The feeling was so intense, Anya squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. When she opened them, once again, she was staring at the gun on the nightstand, and the sight of it was a visual aphrodisiac. Her body jerked as an orgasm erupted and tore through her system.
    Aroused by the quick, spastic vaginal muscles that continuouslygripped his shaft, Sergio quickened the pace of his stroke. His voice rose in volume, as he spoke Spanish even more passionately. His own climax was accompanied by a thunderous roar that completely drowned out Anya’s voice as she softly whimpered Brick’s name.
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    As Sergio got dressed, his eyes took in Anya’s luxury apartment. “This is a fly little spot you got here,” Sergio complimented, looking around Anya’s place. “What do you do for a living?”
    â€œNot much.”
    â€œSo, who’s my competition? Who’s paying for all this?”
    â€œI pay my own bills.”
    â€œI thought you didn’t have a job…” Sergio paused as enlightenment brightened his eyes. “Let me guess? You work for a high-class escort service while you’re putting yourself through college?”
    Anya laughed. “Nah, I’m not into anything like that.”
    â€œThen how do you make ends meet?”
    Anya’s eyes lowered and sorrow softened her voice. “I received an inheritance after my mom passed.”
    â€œSorry for your loss.”
    â€œIt was a long time ago.”
    â€œBut the pain is like it happened yesterday,” he said knowingly.
    â€œYou’re right. Anyway,