章節 146: Chapter 141: A Date With Madame St. Clair
A week or two ago, a couple of James's friends from the factory, who used to play pick-up baseball back in the day with him, ran into Bucky.
They weren't exactly close anymore, especially after that huge scuffle caused Bucky to gradually stop playing baseball with them, leading them to drift apart.
However, Bucky and Ricky had been close while growing up, having lived in the same orphanage which was why James and the older kids looked after them.
"Hey Bucky, I don't know if you remember me, but we used to play ball back in the day, and we'd get scuffed up by kids from other neighborhoods," James said with a smile as Bucky showed a look of surprise before taking a moment to carefully study his features before his eyebrows raised.
"James, James 'Fastball' Robins!" Bucky's business smile transformed into an excited grin as he patted James's shoulder and pulled him into a hug.
"It's been so long, buddy! I haven't seen you in ages. You know, a friend of yours told me you went to work at the steel mill." Bucky said, patting James on the back as he responded with a sad chuckle.
"Bucky-"
"Man, what was that girl's name again-"
Snap
"I remember you were seeing a girl back then-Milly, right?" Bucky wondered, snapping his fingers as the memory clicked as he led James over to a nearby table inside, where they both sat down.
"Tilly, and she's great. Actually, we're expecting a month from now," James smiled, looking down while fiddling with his hands.
"That's great buddy, I'm so happy for you man." Bucky chuckled, nudging James before knocking on the table for good luck.
"As a congratulations present, any of your car problems are on the house, on me," Bucky said, patting his chest as James chuckled at the familiar forwardness he remembered from him.
Even from back then, he recalled Bucky as the guy who always had your back and treated his friends better than their weight in gold.
"Bucky-"
"No, no, no, no, I insist James, you were good to me Steve and Ricky back then-"
"Actually, Bucky, I didn't come here for car troubles or to catch up," James said, his hands gripping his hat tighter as Bucky looked surprised.
"I need help, Bucky." James felt ashamed, coming out of nowhere and asking for help towards Bucky which was why he ducked his head.
"Is it a favor or some money, cause I don't got a lot on me but I can muster up a few bucks if you're really in need-"
"It's about the steel mill, and I think the Steffield factory here, and even the ones in the tri-state area, are closing down and moving to Ohio," James revealed, a staggering fact that took Bucky by surprise before his fist slammed into the table.
"Wha-"
"They can't do that!" Bucky yelled furiously, interrupting his own sentence, his anger flaring as he thought of all his buddies from the orphanage, who had gone to work at the Steffield steel mill.
"Bethlehem Steel just cut back at the shipyard and now Steffield wants to bolt, what the hell!" Bucky was furious, his fist balling tightly as his knuckles whitened.
In 1936, steel manufacturing was a vital industry in New York, with companies like Bethlehem Steel, Steffield Steel, and U.S. Steel operating factories and shipyards in Brooklyn, Staten Island, and the Bronx.
The city's strategic location along with its accessibility to raw materials, and transportation network made it a key hub for steel production, fueling sectors like construction, shipbuilding, and especially railroads.
However, by the late 1930s, many steel companies began moving their operations out of New York.
A lot of it actually indirectly had to do with Lucky and his union, the Teamsters, as the rising labor costs, frequent strikes, and the city's limited space for expansion made it difficult to maintain profitability.
At the same time, the Great Depression took a toll, and older mills became less economically viable.
Companies sought cheaper land and labor in the Midwest and South, where new plants could be built more efficiently.
Advances in steel production technology, along with government incentives for relocation to spread out these condensed industries, further encouraged this shift.
As factories closed and jobs were cut, the city's steel industry began to decline, paving the way for New York's transformation into a financial and commercial center in the post-war years.
While the shift was beneficial for the economy as a whole, it was the blue-collar workers in New York who suffered the most.
"Guys like us are just starting to get back on our feet, and they're pulling the rug out from under us, who the hell do they think they are!" Bucky couldn't help but get even more riled up by his own words.
"That's like-" Bucky didn't have a number off the top of his head, halting his words only for James to cast his gaze downwards.
"20,000 workers," James replied, his words swallowing Bucky's original number with the sheer magnitude of it.
"James I-I had no idea-"
"Bucky, I really, really need a favor," James said, ducking his head as Bucky stared at him, astonished, and held up his hands.
"James, I-I'm really out of my element with this stuff, but I can look around for you if it's a job you need. Just ask, and I'll do whatever I can." Bucky's voice was genuine, his eyes softening as he remembered how much blood James had spilled to look out for them back then.
"I need to get in touch with Ricky." James shamelessly asked, his words immediately catching Bucky off guard who widened his eyes.
"Woah James-"
"Just listen to me, Bucky, please." James sank to his knees before Bucky, who flinched, immediately reaching down to help him up.
"James-"
"PLEASE!" James slammed his head into the floor, and Bucky quickly yanked him up, getting him back on his feet.
"Alright, alright man, I'll hear you out!" Bucky quickly yelled, trying to stop him from hurting himself and only after the fact did James halt his actions.
"But you've got it wrong, I was close with Ricky, but after he left, we haven't spoken much since, not at all." Bucky revealed, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he glanced down at the ground.
"Listen, Bucky, there's a rumor floating around Staten Island that a production company is forming." James revealed, lifting his gaze to meet Bucky's concerned expression.
"Huh, since when?" Bucky asked, oblivious to most gossip since he was always tucked away under a car.
"I don't know much, because I just heard about it today, but at the center of those rumors and the guy behind that forming company is Ricky!" James pitched to Bucky, who immediately knew where this was heading.
"Oh James-"
"Just think, Bucky, if we can get Ricky to buy the mill, all those workers won't be out of a job," James said, watching as Bucky rubbed his face and shook his head in confusion.
"I'm not much of a businessman, but how's a steel mill gonna help a production company?" Bucky pointed out the obvious, leaving James ready to retort, but the words caught in his throat.
"I know it's a stretch, but if we can just get this to Ricky, get it through the door, instead of sitting around doing nothing," James pleaded, as Bucky's head collapsed into his hands.
"Please Bucky, I'm begging you." James shook Bucky, knowing it was shameless for him to come to him but this was the only thing he could think of.
"This isn't just for me, but for the average joes like us, please," James implored, looking at Bucky, knowing his family had been working at the steel mills in New York for three generations.
James and his family had only ever known life at the steel mill and although hard times had scraped them, they always managed to pull through.
Now, with the world in turmoil and uncertainty looming over America, the thought of losing his job left James grasping at straws as he had no idea how he would take care of his family, let alone secure their future.
"A-Alright, but I can't even promise he'd want to see me-"
"Thank you, Bucky, f*cking thank you man!" James rushed to hug Bucky, who sighed and patted his back.
SIgh
"Don't thank me yet," Bucky sighed heavily, looking at James, who nodded, excitement flickering in his eyes.
But then, realizing he had left his family high and dry, James immediately turned and ran back to his house.
James left Bucky standing there, everything swirling in his mind, with one thought dominating their entire conversation.
"Does he even remember me?"
Meanwhile at a High End Dress Shop,
"So, who is Madame St. Clair?" Ricky asked, sipping a glass of champagne as he leaned back in his chair admiring the view.
Watching with a sleazy smile at Madame St. Clair swayed gently in a dress, her own gaze admiring her reflection in the mirror.
Ricky's words weren't just for show. He had promised a shopping spree, a five-star dinner, and hoped to top it all off in a hotel. But for now, they were at the first step.
In the dress shop Ricky had once taken Alina to for new dresses, the entire place had been cleared out for their VIP client, with the exception of the staff, who were there to tend to every want and need.
This was a designated "White Only" dress shop, a reminder of the still-active Jim Crow laws that were rampant at the time.
But when the staff saw Ricky, his gun in plain view and that look in his eyes that made it clear he wouldn't hesitate to shoot, they made a quick, quiet exception.
"I mean, before I came around, you became a Harlem legend by denouncing corrupt policemen and the mafia," Ricky flattered her, spitting out secondhand words he had heard as Madame saw right through it, a scoff escaping her as she side-eyed him.
"What? I'm just curious about you, can you blame me?" Ricky asked, sipping from his glass as Madame glanced back at the mirror, her expression unreadable.
"So, who are you Madame St. Clair or how did you become Madame St. Clair?" Ricky, wanting to just lure her out of that stone cold businesswoman demeanor she always had to put around herself, before getting to that soft and probably incredibly moist interior.
"Oh, come on, you know everything about me, at least give me a little?" Ricky chuckled, leaning his head on his hand and gazing at her as Madame side-eyed him briefly before turning back to the mirror, her expression unchanged.
"It'll cost you a couple more dresses-and you're staring at my ass." Madame St. Clair turned her head, only to see Ricky's eyes locked on her ass while still shamelessly staring at it.
"I am an incorrigible pun hound, after all." Ricky joked, turning his gaze upwards at Madame St. Clair, who crossed her arms with a raised eyebrow.
"But I do want to know more about you, since all I know is your stint with the numbers game before you came to work for my pops," Ricky said, giving her the floor before Madame St. Clair simply stared at him for a moment before beckoning over a couple more dresses, her silence a clear indication she wasn't ready to reveal much.
"Long or short version?" Madame St. Clair asked, knowing that if he was going to fork up the money then she should at least consider his preference.
"Long." Ricky smiled, Madame St. Clair wanted to simply scoff but she couldn't help but let out a low simmer chuckle, which even annoyed her to some extent.
"I guess before I gained my monocure, I was simply known as Stephanie St.Clair." Madame St. Clair revealed, gazing at her reflection before going to change into another dress and much to his disappointment, it wouldn't be in front of him.
"A little girl, born to a single mother whose husband ran out on her when she was six months pregnant," Madame St. Clair finally opened up, her voice quieter as she spoke, seemingly becoming lost in her own story that no one really ever asked for.
"I was born into the west indies to my beloved mother Felicienne-"
Madame Narration:
I never had any father in my life, one to guide me, look after me, and protect me, I had my mother to do that in his stead.
She was a sweet woman, an innocent woman,someone who believed in the good of everyone, and was left suffering for it.
Even with a baby at her lonesome side, she did everything for me, and I can't help but adore her for it.
Even when we barely had anything, she mustered up enough money to get me into an actual school, but the education was short-lived.
I was just twelve when my mother fell ill, and like a good daughter, I left school to care for her.
But fate is as cruel as the people who had used her and she passed away, after that I scraped together what little I had and left Martinique for Montreal.
I was trafficked under the Caribbean Domestic Scheme, but they always blew it out of proportion.
The government always glorified it, but let's not pretend it was anything glamorous, scrubbing floors and taking orders for dirt pay wasn't exactly a dream come true.
By 1912, I landed in New York, fresh from Montreal with a head full of determination and enough English to get by, thanks to the long voyage and that miserable quarantine.
I thought that my arrival wouldn't be welcomed but Harlem embraced me, or so I thought, until I got tangled up with this charmer named Duke.
He thought he could pimp me out like I was some common girl and well, the universe had other plans for him.
Duke met his end in a gang scuffle, and I took that as my cue to upgrade my life.
I think that's where I really wanted something more for myself, something real, real notoriety.
Then came Ed, sweet Ed or so he seemed, and together, we dabbled in selling controlled substances, nothing legal, mind you, but lucrative.
Within months, I had thirty thousand dollars in my pocket, and that's when I told Ed I was done with him.
He was a sweetheart and always did whatever he could for me, which is why I felt bad using him for my ambition.
But did he take it gracefully?
Of course not, he tried to strangle me, Me.
As if I was some shrinking violet and all it took was one good push, and he met the corner of a table, dead.
But, I don't regret it as it was self-defense, and anyone who thinks otherwise can take it up with the afterlife.
After that, I hired my own men since I didn't need or want anyone else pulling my strings.
I bribed the right cops, kept my business clean, and by 1917, I had invested ten thousand dollars into Harlem's burgeoning numbers game.
Where I turned those dice and dreams into an empire before selling it off to your pops.
Narration END:
"But it was tough for a single Black emigrant woman to make a name for herself on the streets, even tougher when you actually believe in what you're fighting for," Madame narrated, her gaze lingering on her reflection in the mirror before she walked to the side to try on another dress.
"Being independent means that you aren't and cannot be controlled, by anyone for any means." Madame gave her own advice, knowing that she wasn't independent anymore after working with Lucky.
"Does this mean that Madame St. Clair doesn't need no man?" Ricky joked, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Madame laughed at those words that people always throw at her, stepping out of the changing room in a completely different dress, her confidence evident as she twirled slightly, letting the fabric flow.
"It's not like that, Ricky. In fact, I value men just as much as I would any woman," Madame smiled at herself, swaying her dress side to side before picking up a few hats to try on.
"There is nothing more noble than a working man, putting in countless hours, earning mere pennies, and using almost all of it for their families," Madame said thoughtfully, then turned toward Ricky, who held up ten fingers with a grin as she smiled and nodded to the side as the attendant began tallying the total.
"You say that but from what I heard you really get in guys face-"
"Just cause they got a housewife at home doesn't mean they can treat me like one, if you talk down to me like I'm supposed to be making you a sandwich when I don't know you, I'm going to get in your face." Madame waved her finger at Ricky, his next joke stopping before she turned back to the mirror.
"But just because I met a couple of assholes, doesn't mean I can bring myself to hate men in general since I've met far more b*tches." Madame raised an eyebrow at her own words, knowing nothing colder than a passive aggressive dish served cold by her so-called woman-in-arms.
"I've seen fathers and husbands sacrifice their bodies, themselves, to do anything they can for the ones they love." Madame explained from her view, dissuading any of the misconceptions about her and simply showing her reasoning.
"Maybe it's why I appreciate seeing it more, since I never got one for myself," Madame spoke suddenly, her voice tinged with a rare sincerity and Ricky caught the shift in her tone before she slipped on another hat, her usual poise returning.
"But the same goes true for any woman, any housewife." Madame clarified, showing there were two sides to any coin.
"When a man strains themselves physically, it is the woman who strains themselves mentally." Madame explained, knowing that although she can't understand a man working ten hours in a factory, none of those men don't understand what it's like to take care of a demonic hellspawn that people call babies.
"They take care of the children, make sure they're well-fed, and nurse them until they can leave the nest. I admire that," Madame revealed, her tone softening as she spoke.
It was clear she didn't look down on women who chose to be housewives, she respected it.
Just because she hadn't taken that path herself didn't mean she didn't understand how noble it was.
"But is it wrong that I wanted to be more, to do more?" Madame seemingly asked Ricky through her reflection, her eyes searching his as he leaned his head on his hand, quietly considering her question.
"No, if anything, I think it makes you even more sexy," Ricky said with a sleazy grin, prompting a small chuckle from Madame as she rolled her eyes, amused but unbothered.
"You think I'm a hypocrite, right?" Madame asked, her eyes glinting with curiosity as Ricky laughed, shrugging his shoulders as he held out his glass for the attendant to fill.
"There's no one here more of a hypocrite than me," Ricky voiced, a hint of honesty creeping into his tone.
"And besides, real change is only made with compromises." Ricky said with a small smile slowly bloomed back onto his face, as if he were reassuring her more than anyone else.
"I mean, unless you're me, so I guess I'm the exception," Ricky said, laughing as Madame walked back into the dressing room, shaking her head at his cocky grin.
"Thanks, Ricky," Madame said sarcastically, her voice dripping with playful disdain but that only made Ricky laugh harder, clearly enjoying the exchange.
"Don't think I don't hear the words on the street, how they talk about how I sold out to a white man-"
"Oh, come on, f*ck them. You did as much as you could by yourself, and it isn't wrong to sell out for what you think was right," Ricky said, his words a bit jumbled but somehow resonating with Madame and despite the confusion, she found something in his blunt honesty that struck a chord.
Madame St. Clair had changed, but whether that change was good or bad depended on who was looking.
She had built herself from the ground up, an independent figure who'd worked her fingers to the bone to create an empire that stretched across all of Harlem.
In every corner of the underworld, her hands had dipped, and double-dipped, into every conceivable business, carving her influence deep into the city's veins.
She had done everything with nothing, battling against the mafia and corrupt politicians/officers who tried to strip her of it all.
Yet, despite everything she fought for and everything she built, it all seemed to lose meaning when she cashed out her numbers game to the Luciano family, securing a 2% stake in the Luciano Legacy Bank.
That deal made her the richest Black woman in America, but in the end, it felt like a hollow victory.
No one thought lesser of her, especially since her actions had empowered Black families to finally access banking services and receive loans.
But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that everything she had done had been for nothing.
Even as she stood atop this pillar, looking down on all those who had tried to tear her down, she felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness as the higher she climbed, the farther she felt from everything that truly mattered.
"You did it, Madame St. Clair, you did what most women, and even men, could dream of, so why get down on yourself?" Ricky genuinely asked, thinking she should be rubbing this victory in others' faces instead of hatling her words.
But the silence was deafening, and it only made him continue, feeling the champagne really start to flow as he was trying really hard to get into her pants, spewing out whatever he could to get one or two points on the favorability meter he would soon check.
"And don't get me wrong, I'm the same cause there are so many times I just think 'Why didn't I do this' or 'Man, I could've done that'." Ricky waved the champagne glass with his internal monologue, the alcohol splashing onto the rug but he was obvious to the wincing of the staff.
"But it's like Lucky always says: 'Don't harp on the should've, would've, or could've, 'cause nothing about the past changes. It's how you should, would, and could do it differently in the future.'" Ricky spoke of one of Lucky's lessons, and Madame peeked out of the dressing room with a smile.
"You really look up to your pops, don't you?" Madame's lips tugged into a small smile, finding it cute how he tried to cheer her up.
"I'll always respect and listen to my pops, he brought me out of the gutter and did everything he could for the useless trash that was me." Ricky gestured to himself, owing everything to Lucky and never afraid to admit it.
"I think it's only right that I do right by him, by his name." Ricky was really sincere at that moment, his words and tone catching Madame off guard before she walked out with another dress.
"He is a good man, stubborn, but good." Madame smiled before giving Ricky a pose, seemingly letting down those cold walls for a little while.
"What do you think?" Madame asked, enjoying the silk fabric hugging her chocolate skin as Ricky whistled blatantly at her figure.
"Gorgeous."
20 minutes later,
"This way, Sir and Madame," the waiter at the promised five-star restaurant guided them, as Madame held onto Ricky's arm, her gorgeous dress flowing gracefully with every step.
"Alright, my turn, what happened to you?" Madame asked, having her seat pulled out by Ricky as she asked, and he chuckled.
"It seems to be the topic on everyone's mind, right?" Ricky asked back, taking his seat across from her while reaching for a loaf of complimentary bread.
"I mean, how could it not? You leave for three years, and suddenly you're a cardinal, then you're fighting the government, and finally the boss of New York? I think it warrants some sort of question." Madame leaned in, looking at Ricky who returned her gesture, staring right into her eyes.
"Then ask away." Ricky's charming eyes seemingly stirred something Madame, her movements masking it as she took a sip of water before pushing that feeling down.
"What was it that made you decide enough is enough? What made you really want to take control?" Madame asked, her voice laced with curiosity while staring dagger at him.
It was the question that had been bugging her for a while since from her perspective, when Ricky had left, it seemed like nothing could have brought him back on track.
He'd shown glimpses of potential, but one or two setbacks usually sent him spiraling off the deep end and yet now, it was like the old struggles barely even registered with him anymore.
"That's-hmmmm, let me think about that." Ricky paused, the weight of the question hitting him harder than expected as he tapped his finger on the table, his gaze drifting as he mulled over the answer and finally, he nodded, finding the words he wanted to use to explain it.
"Alright, I usually tell people that I had this out-of-body realization about my past and confronted it, but the deciding factor was really afterwards that made me become who I am now." Ricky revealed, spreading butter on the complimentary bread before taking a bite.
"There was this guy, a drunkard named Abraham who was crippled because of his past, his failures." Ricky looked down at his glass, knowing that the only way to get into Madame's pants was through sincerity.
"It was like whenever I looked at him, I saw myself in ten or twenty or even thirty years." Ricky chuckled, looking down at his loaf of bread before looking back at her.
"And he said something to me, before it all, when I was on the ship sailing away from my problems like I usually did." Ricky revealed, telling Madame the truth that stirred that domino effect that changed him to the man he was sitting before him.
"God, I was just a f*cking wreck and he asked me 'What's your problem?'." Ricky retold the story, remembering Abraham on that boat, drinking the flask he had in his suit coat pocket as of right now.
"And I remember this because I gave him the sort of smug answer I usually give and I said, 'I'm an alcoholic and an addict,' and I'll never forget how he laughed in my face," Ricky joked, his tone laced with a bitter sort of humor as he looked down, his eyes distant as if the memory had taken root inside him.
"Then he looked at me, with this stupid-ass grin, and said, 'No kid, that's how you've been treating your problem,' and after that, it really just left me kinda speechless."" Ricky admitted, holding up his hand as if the words were still hanging heavy in the air.
Madame was caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice, the way he'd let the walls drop, showing something more vulnerable than she'd ever seen before.
It was rare, seeing someone like Ricky, someone who never took anything seriously, actually open up to her, and it left her speechless for a moment too.
"Then I had that out-of-body realization about my past, but afterward, when I was drowning in my own self-loathing, I knew I had to find a way to fill this hole in me." Ricky chewed the bread slowly, his gaze distant as he reflected on the moments that had led him here.
"I understood that I needed to fill that aching void with something, literally anything or I would probably end up killing myself over some dumb sh*t." Ricky injected some humor into his sincerely before remembering Abraham again.
"What was he like, Abraham I mean?" Madame smiled, resting her head on her hand and watching Ricky who reached for another loaf of bread.
"He was just someone who drifted through life, always trying to make up for a past that was already set, trying to fix things that were long gone," Ricky explained, his tone heavy with the memory.
"Abraham always warned me against clinging to the past, about ending up like him, and sort of pushed me to focus on what's ahead instead of getting stuck in what was already behind me." Ricky internalized his relationship with Abraham, slathering the butter on the new piece of bread since he was actually starving.
"And then he died and it made me stop thinking about the things I had lost, but all the things I stood to lose if I continued the way I was." Ricky said, taking a bite of his bread before wiping his hands against each other to get the crumbs off.
"I really took everything I had for granted, and it blows that I didn't do anything when I was here before, but that don't mean it's gonna be the same right now," Ricky pointed at the tablecloth, Madame handing it to him as he wiped his mouth while she still sat there with a smile.
"Even now, there are things I want to do better, but instead of lamenting what I could've done, I'm going to improve on what I can do," Ricky gestured to Madame, who had her glass of wine filled by the waiter who handed them their menus.
"Wow, look at you," Madame's tone was slightly raised, a hint of admiration in her voice as she looked at Ricky, clearly thinking more highly of him after everything he'd shared.
"Left a boy, came back a man. I'm really impressed," Madame said, swirling her wine as she fixed him with an intrigued gaze.
"Well, how else was I supposed to sweep you off your feet?" Ricky said cheekily, only to receive an actual laugh from Madame.
"I guess it'll be different this time with your manly arms," Madame joked, and Ricky laughed, but their moment was interrupted as a waiter walked over to their table.
"I'll be your personal waiter for this evening. If you need anything, just mention it, and I will attend to your every need," the waiter said, his voice polished but his gaze briefly drifting to Madame before flicking to the sign indicating the white-only section.
"Just get us all the expensive and fancy stuff you have, don't skimp on the caviar or I'll break your knees," Ricky said, waving the menu dismissively at the attendant as the waiter gulped, clearly nervous, before he quickly shifted his gaze to Madame for any sign of objection.
"You okay with that?" Ricky asked with a smile and Madame simply laughed, loosening up with the wine flowing.
"Who wouldn't be?"
The conversation that continued onwards was light, small banter with nothing too deep, as lavish dishes, one after another, were served around their table.
Yet, despite the stream of food, their eyes remained drawn to each other, sharing subtle glances and moments of connection.
An hour passed, almost unnoticed, as the ambiance of the restaurant seemed to fade into the background.
"You're kidding?!" Madame asked, breaking her crab leg with a shocked face, her eyes wide with disbelief as she leaned in slightly, clearly intrigued by what Ricky had just said.
"Swear, I really went down to Sicily and beat the crap out of the families who killed my grandpops," Ricky shrugged, his tone casual as if it were just another day as Madame, knowing the stories, hadn't expected him to claim something so monstrous, thinking it was just another exaggeration.
But the sincerity in his eyes made her wonder if there was more truth to his words than she had realized.
"Then the monsters they always talk about-"
"Ghouls, you can think of them like vampire henchmen," Ricky waved his hand dismissively, as if it were the simplest thing in the world while Madame dipped the crab leg into her truffle butter.
It wasn't all that surprising, given that after the entire incident with Bumpy and Xarus, Madame had slowly become integrated into the supernatural world, but she was still a beginner.
She had heard stories from the families, how the monsters had driven them out, but she always thought it was just a metaphor, just some exaggerated play on words, not real monsters.
Yet, now, hearing Ricky speak with such certainty, she couldn't help but wonder if she had been naive.
"That's where I met one of my pals, Asterion." Ricky continued only for Madame to suddenly know that name from one of her hobbies, holding up her hand.
"You're kidding, do not tell me you know the Minotaur from Greek mythology?" Madame let out a baffled laugh, her words catching Ricky off guard as she was the first person he knew who actually recognized the name.
"You know about Greek mythology?" Ricky asked, astonished, leaning onto the table as Madame let off a prideful shrug.
"Religion folklore is my hobby," Madame flaunted, flicking her hair as Ricky laughed but shrugged.
"Yeah, I don't want to brag, but I will, I'm pals with the forefather of all Minotaurs," Ricky shrugged, clearly bragging, as Madame laughed even harder.
"So let me guess, he's a demonized sweetheart?" Madame wondered, knowing that anyone portrayed as a villain in Greek mythology, especially in a religion that worships the horrid acts of their gods, is either worse than they seem or actually good.
"He is actually a really good guy, and if you ever get the chance, he'd love to explore Harlem with you. You could even talk his ear off, guys really wise and stuff like that." Ricky leaned on his hand, gazing at the woman in front of him, intrigued by what defined her.
"Well I'd love to show such an important figure in folklore about all the wonders Harlem has to offer." Madame genuinely said, really interested in showing something she thought was a myth around.
"What are you staring at?" Madame laughed, sipping on her champagne, as Ricky's sly smile was present, his eyes locked deeply into hers.
"You just keep me wanting to know more about you, all about you," Ricky charmingly said, his tone smooth as he hinted, and Madame chuckled in response.
"Don't all men-"
"But have you ever met a man like me before? Be honest," Ricky sensually whispered, his hand sliding over and gently rubbing his finger on her palm.
"No, I have never met someone like you," Madame said, her words leaving space for interpretation, but to Ricky, it didn't matter how they were meant.
"Why did you even give me a chance? Was it because of the bank, or because you felt like you owed me?" Ricky asked sweetly, his gaze fixed on her and Madame shook her head, then downed the rest of her champagne, the glass meeting the table with a soft click.
"Because I don't go out with boys, I go out with men." Madame's words were clear and concise.
Before, Ricky was just some self-loathing boy in her eyes, but now he was a sleazy, cheesy man, and she wasn't sure which one was better or worse.
"I knew it, you're in love with me." Ricky leaned back, joking, as Madame hollered out a laugh.
"What a conclusion you've brought yourself to." Madame couldn't stop laughing, watching Ricky shrug nonchalantly.
"But let's be real, is there any man that can top me, in New York?" Ricky asked, purposely emphasizing New York, knowing full well that, at this moment, he held the city's power in his hands.
"Oh, I can top you," Madame whispered, the alcohol loosening her lips as Ricky burst into laughter.
"Oh, I wish you would," Ricky leaned in, his words low and teasing as Madame followed his lead, the space between them shrinking until their breaths mingled.
Just as she was about to close her eyes, ready to let the moment take over, she saw Ricky's smile widen mischievously.
"But you know what would be even better?" Ricky suddenly pulled back, leaving Madame high and dry as her eyes shot open, and she let out a cynical chuckle, knowing he baited her on purpose.
"You motherf*cker-"
"Yes, Mr. Luciano." The attendant appeared, interrupting Madame about to cuss Ricky out for skimping on her sugar.
"Here, the rest is your tip." Ricky slammed a wad of crumpled bills into the attendant's chest, shaking the cash with a grin as the man awkwardly looked at the stack as he then stood up, extending his arm to Madame with a confident smirk.
"My lady~" Ricky chuckled madly, watching Madame wipe her mouth with a cynical smile before she slid her arm through his, allowing him to guide her out of the restaurant.
"You think you're so slick, don't you?" Madame asked, her tone teasing yet challenging, aware of his game but eager to see if she could outwit him.
"I mean, come on, Madame, where do you think I got the name?" Ricky grinned, pulling her out of the restaurant.
Their footsteps echoed as they stepped onto the walkway, making their way toward Central Park under the dim glow of the streetlights.
It was beautiful, with the lamp posts casting a soft glow along the walkway, while the entire park seemed to shimmer under the vast blanket of stars above as the gentle rustling of leaves added a quiet melody to the serene atmosphere.
"That was payback when you left, when I leaned in not for a kiss but for the door, wasn't it?" Madame asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied the clever grin on Ricky's face as he just shrugged, unbothered by the accusation.
"What? I'm not that petty," Ricky said, his words insisting innocence, but his tone betrayed him, making it clear Madame's accusations hit their mark.
Sigh
"Oh Ricky, I guess some things never change," Madame teased, tapping his chest as they continued walking, still linked arm in arm.
"But I am proud of you, but at the same time, I pity you," Madame's words trailed off, leaving Ricky immediately puzzled.
"For what, the payback thing?"
"No, for being a man," Madame clarified, her gaze drifting up to the stars and RIcky sort of tilted his head, being pitied for a lot of things but never for being a guy since to him it was pretty awesome.
"Is it because of how manly I am and how I'm currently ruining all other men for you?" Ricky asked, clearly joking but his words had some truth to it, as if he was confident he would ruin other guys for her after their encounter.
"I just think that it's sad that boys get told their whole lives to be a man. Sometimes it's general advice, but more often than not, it's moments," Madame mused, her voice thoughtful as the alcohol spurred on these words.
"Moments when you're told you can't be a man if you cry, if you show weakness, if you fail, if you show self-pity." Madame paused, looking over at Ricky.
"It'll be just a little moment; a man could be everything he's supposed to be, but the second he cries, he's emasculated." Madame sighed, her gaze drifting upward while kicking a pebble.
"I think that's sad. And I want to say it will never change, but that's something you'll have to live with. And I pity you for that." Madame glanced at Ricky, who was still looking forward, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Uh, I guess thank you," Ricky said, unsure of how to respond to such a deep conversation.
Sometimes he would know what to say but others he never quite knew what the proper reply was, but he felt a strange sense of gratitude.
Madame hadn't dismissed his struggles or only focused on the man he'd become; instead, she had acknowledged the moments of weakness that had shaped him.
It was through those very weaknesses, the pain, the self-reflection, that Ricky had become who he was standing before her now as he might regret certain things, but he would never feel ashamed of them.
"I guess it ain't all that pretty for broads either," Ricky wondered aloud, his words thoughtful as Madame smiled at his statement, her fingers lightly tapping his chest in a playful acknowledgement.
"Honey, you don't have to level with me-"
"But I will, because your father was a fucking idiot for running out on your mother," Ricky spat out, his anger rising, almost self-relefcting as he thought about all the bastards he had who still believed he'd abandoned them.
"Thank you, honey," Madame's tone was warm despite the cold night as she turned to him.
Ricky smiled, leaning down as the moment they shared seemed to connect, their breaths meeting in the still air.
"Oh look, a shooting star," Madame suddenly turned her cheek, receiving a kiss right there as she smiled at the sky and Ricky turned to her, a cynical smile crossing his face as he watched her.
"I guess I had that coming," Ricky muttered, lowering his head onto her shoulder, gently tapping his forehead against it.
"But that isn't the only cold thing here, isn't it a bit chilly?" Ricky turned his head to Madame who looked at him with a raised eyebrow, her lips curling into an amused smile as she met his playful look.
"It's nothing I can't handle." Madame knew what he was doing, but for some reason, played along.
"I know, but if only there was a place with a luxury room that had heating-"
Gasp
Ricky let out an exaggerated gasp, Madame rolling her eyes in the direction where Ricky was looking to see one of the most famous hotels, the Plaza, laying right next to Central Park.
"Ha~" Madame let out a long, drawn-out laugh that formed into a sigh.
"Alright, come on." Madame grabbed his hand with a side-eye, the alcohol getting the better of her as she wanted a man to keep her warm tonight, and she wanted Ricky to keep her warm.
"Sweet." Ricky didn't think that would work with Madame, but you miss all the shots you don't take, and he swished this one.
"Then which view would you prefer Madame-"
"The penthouse and tonight don't call me Madame."Madame stopped before the entrance, gazing back at Ricky's stupid smile and raising her gaze.
"Call me, Stephanie."
Author's Note: Yeah, you're seeing it right, I posted this early.
章節 147: Chapter 142: Dessert (R18)
Meanwhile In The Lobby Of The Plaza,
"Josh-"
"It's not funny anymore, Tom." Josh muttered, clearly unimpressed by his co-workers humor.
"Hey-"
"Dammit, Tom! I'm trying to categorize!" Josh snapped, his voice rising in frustration as he jerked his head up, a hateful expression etched across his face.
During the night shift, both of them always took it since it came with a pay bonus, but Tom had a habit of messing with him. He often snuck around the desk to scare Josh or pretended to be a customer just to make him flinch.
This time, however, when Josh looked up, expecting to see Tom, he was met with the amused gaze of Ricky and the raised eyebrow of the illustrious Madame St. Clair or now known by Ricky as Stephanie.
"Excuse you?" Stephanie asked, slowly crossing her arms, giving the man a silent opportunity to reconsider his words.
"I-I-y-you-"
"Buddy, relax, just start over," Ricky chuckled, glancing at the bumbling man before side-eyeing Tom, who was ducking his head with a pale expression.
"Yes, Mr. Luciano. Thank you, Mr. Luciano." Josh stammered, fully aware of who both Ricky and Stephanie were. He quickly apologized for his tone and attitude.
"How may I assist you today, esteemed guests?" Josh asked, flashing a polished business smile to demonstrate his professionalism before Stephanie slowly uncrossed her arms as Ricky's hand slid around her waist.
"Penthouse suite with a bottle of champagne delivered at the top of every hour. If no one answers after two times, leave it by the door," Stephanie instructed smoothly as Josh hurried to the side, fumbling for a notepad, and quickly jotted down her request.
"Keys." Stephanie held out her hand. Josh quickly grabbed them from the side and placed them in her palm, his gaze shifting to Ricky, who was clearly enjoying himself as he was led toward the elevator.
"Thanks for the help, asshole," Josh muttered, scowling at Tom, who was still frozen in place as his Irish roots made the very idea of Ricky terrifying.
The Irish community in New York was the first to feel the impact of Ricky's presence, as the Irish Mafia was the first group to be wiped out in the battle for territory under his rule.
However, unlike the Jewish mob, where figures like Meyer and Jake provided much needed clarity to calm down the rampant fear, the Luciano family had no Irish figures in their ranks, which led to Ricky being demonized in the community.
He became a sort of boogeyman in Irish folklore, a figure parents used to scare their children and in their stories, Ricky became this embodiment of unbridled resentment that brewed beneath the surface.
"We'll do it."
Those were the last words the attendants heard as they turned to the side, watching the elevator boy stumble out, then glance back at Ricky, who was waving and laughing as Stephanie, meanwhile, calmly closed the door.
"God, the way you-" Ricky was about to say some sort of cheesy line, trying to make Stephanie cringe before she suddenly grabbed his collar and yanked him down.
In the next moment, his tongue moved with fervor, exploring the depths of Stephanie's kiss, her lips warm and wet against his.
The alcohol, the IP skills, and everything in between had stirred something in Stephanie that made her want to cut loose and really feel what it was her body desired.
Ricky's eyes went from surprise to amusement in the snap of a finger, which made his hand slither down her back to grab that supple ass he always shamelessly gazed at.
'Wet to the touch.'
"Hmmmmmm~" Stephanie moaned in the thralls of Ricky's lips, feeling her other lips drool at his mere touch only for his fingers to press firmly into her supple ass.
Grabbing and contorting, his fingers never even brushed against her trembling lips, as if molding the desire that hungered for something to fill its depths.
That feeling, the one that wetted her in an instant, should've dissipated, lingering and yet, those simmering effects were suddenly amplified.
Stephanie's eyes fluttered, everything catching her off guard as she'd expected Ricky to be aggressive, but in a different way.
"H-Ha~" Stephanie breathlessly moaned, her lips released while her teary eyes opened to the sight of Ricky slowly lowering himself.
Those fingers that gripped and contorted such an elastic feeling, slowly slithered around her thighs as Ricky ducked his head under her dress to her drenched panties.
Positioning her thighs on his shoulders, he kneeled with his sleazy smile before ripping off her white lingerie without any care.
"Ah~" Stephanie's head hit the back of the elevator wall, her hands spreading out until they were placed firmly on the railings at the very first instance of his tongue slithering in between those slobbering folds of hers.
There was a reason Ricky didn't order dessert; instead, he opted to take it to go but even when the room was just at a distance, he was still so hungry.
It was why he was fine dining right there on the chocolate dessert that was Madame, making sure to lick every inch of her clean until he was satisfied.
'Bon appetit' Ricky joked, his fingers gripping and latching onto her thighs while his tongue slowly delved into his meal.
The art of cunnilingus had been long tainted by the arrival of porn, with many thinking that simply sticking your tongue in and licking would make someone respond.
But the truth was, you had to tease it, like Ricky was doing now with his tongue tenderly tracing around her lips before delivering gentle kisses.
Cunnilingus was about commitment, and Ricky was just testing the waters, knowing that every girl liked it differently.
He was finding all the spots within her lips that just made Stephanie tick, feeling the subtle vibrations of her body responding to every flick of his touch.
"Mmmmmmmh~" Stephanie moaned, closing her eyes and letting herself fully indulge in the sensation.
Instead of a full tsunami of pleasure, waves of it now rolled through her, subtle yet intoxicating.
Once Ricky really got a hold of her lips, his movements slowly traced upward toward her clitoris.
Simply flicking his tongue wasn't enough, he cupped his mouth around the top of her slit, savoring every delicate motion.
"O-Oh~" Stephanie moaned in surprise, shivering as he pushed his tongue against her hood before starting in earnest.
It was as if he were etching a map, maneuvering his mouth over all those sensitive spots on her lips before tracing the paths with his tongue.
But even then, with the subtle presses and flicks of his tongue as it danced around her hood and teased her clit, her reactions spoke louder than words.
Feeling the fervency of her moans fueled Ricky to dive deeper into the sensation, pushing as far as he could without going too far, keeping her tethered to the pleasure.
Stephanie's chest rose and fell subtly, her head tilting back, as every little detail Ricky discovered from her body heightened the connection.
Her hands tightened around the rails, each little moan spilling from her lips as Ricky cracked them like clues in a mystery, using every hint to penetrate deeper, unraveling her responses.
Then, those fingers resting firmly on the inside, started slithering towards her wettening folds.
One finger gently slithered above her slit, pressing lightly before pulling upwards and revealing that hidden nubbin that was so tucked away.
With that same hand, his thumb maneuvered to the bottom of her slit, pressing between her folds and gently slipping the tip in, anchoring her to some form of penetration.
"H-AH~" Stephanie's back arched, her moan escaping as her legs trembled, then wrapped around his head, seemingly locking him in place.
With subtle ease, Ricky pressed his tongue against her clit before continuing downward, the tip of his tongue teasing her before sliding further, finally entering her.
"R-Right there, right—ha~" Stephanie moaned, offering reassurance, encouraging Ricky, who was already in tune with her, spurring her approval.
At the end of the day, guidance was key, as it was the woman who knew what she wanted, and Ricky simply followed along.
Slipping his other hand to hold open her other lip, he gently began to explore all the places that triggered the deepest reactions.
"Ah~"
"AH~"
"AH!"
Stephanie's breath became shaky, her voice rising as her body moved in rhythm with Ricky's mouth, which drove her to the edge of her sanity.
It was then that the build-up appeared, teetering on the brink of her mind as her eyes rolled back as her hands, which had been clutching the rails for dear life, suddenly sank into his slicked-back hair.
"AHH!" Stephanie almost screamed, pressing Ricky's smug face into her folds as the doors finally opened.
Ding
The elevator doors opened as Stephanie reached her peak, her body arching in pleasure.
She pulled Ricky closer, her hands and legs wrapping around his head as she guided him deeper, her breath quickening as her release came in waves, flooding him with his hard earned meal.
"Oh god~" Stephanie huffed, leaning backwards until her back and head hit the wall as she side-eyed the penthouse door of the penthouse suite.
"Mmmmmmmh~" Ricky hummed under her skirt, licking his lips at his dessert but even after all of that, he was still hungry.
He gripped his thighs, pushing himself up with sudden force, and in a blink, he was standing in front of her, breathing heavily.
She met his gaze, her expression shifting before she rolled her eyes and kicked open the door in front of him.
"Just say it-" Stephanie scoffed, seemingly knowing what he was going to ask for Ricky to interrupt.
"Are you up for seconds?" Ricky asked, effortlessly carrying her out of the elevator and into the penthouse suite.
"Where are you going?" Stephanie asked, catching her breath as her head, which had been resting on his shoulder, snapped up as quickly as it had settled.
Stephanie watched as Ricky walked away from the minibar, only for him to turn around and laugh before leading her toward it.
Amidst the bottles of alcohol, grenadine, orange juice, and ginger ale, there sat a small section of condiments.
"You're dirty~" Stephanie whispered, watching Ricky grab four of the cans of Hershey's and Bosco chocolate syrup.
"Don't worry, we'll lick it clean." Ricky flashed a sleazy smile just before Stephanie's lips met his, allowing him to carry her toward the bed.
With a mischievous gleam in her eyes, Stephanie snatched one of the cans from his hands as she cracked it open and, with a devilish grin, poured it over his perfectly slicked-back hair.
"Wow~" Ricky stopped in his tracks as he entered the bedroom, a laugh escaping him just as a full can of chocolate was dumped onto his head as it splashed down his face and soaked his suit.
"Hahahahaha!" Stephanie laughed uncontrollably, her joy filling the air, until she suddenly let out a surprised screech.
Without hesitation, Ricky tossed her across the room, and she landed directly on the bed, her surprised expression quickly replaced by an amused smile.
"Oh no, I ruined your suit~" Stephanie gasped, covering her mouth as Ricky wiped the chocolate from his eyes, still wearing his sleazy grin.
Slowly removing his shoes and suit jacket, Ricky tossed two cans onto the bed before opening one for himself.
The sound of the lid popping open made Stephanie freeze as she looked up to find Ricky smiling at her, and before she could react, she tried to bolt off the bed.
"N-No, NO—AHAHAHAHAHA!" Stephanie laughed, trying to stop him as she neared the edge of the bed, but Ricky tackled her, and they both rolled back onto the king-sized mattress.
The chocolate syrup poured all over her hair and dress as Stephanie laughed uncontrollably at Ricky's boldness.
"You did not!" Stephanie exclaimed, her tone light and playful, pretending to be upset as Ricky hovered over her, removing his shirt, now stained with chocolate.
"Oh no, did I ruin your dress~?" Ricky teased, his voice matching hers as he reached for his tie, only for Stephanie to grab it and pull him down toward her.
The taste of chocolate lingered on their tongues, blending with the sweetness of each other as they lost themselves in the moment, stripping away their clothes.
Their chocolate-stained garments were discarded to the sides, while their bare bodies remained intertwined, savoring the lingering taste on their lips.
Pushing him down, Stephanie reached for a can of chocolate before hovering above Ricky's naked body.
Opening the can along with her mouth, she slowly trickled down the syrup into her mouth while purposely letting it overfill.
It was as if it drooled from her mouth and down onto her body, forming various streams of chocolaty goodness that seeped across her delicious skin.
Chocolate met chocolate, and even the vanilla couldn't escape the syrup as those streams began to drip slowly onto him.
Her hand gently grabbed his meaty cock, propping it up and into her folds as the chocolate streams congregated between her lips and flowed directly onto his cock that had already been coated in her juices.
Gulp
Ricky couldn't even try to be soft at this moment, watching as Stephanie finally swallowed that mouthful of syrup before licking her lips and bending down.
With her ass arching upwards, her eyes never leaving his as she moved downward all the way to his cock, licking her lips at the meal that had become Ricky's chocolate glazed banana.
Her mouth opened with the intent of tasting this delicious treat, wrapping her lips around his cock before slowly pushing her head down.
"God damn~" Ricky grunted, watching the act of Stephanie devouring his banana in one fell swoop, seemingly swallowing him whole.
Feeling her juicy, wet mouth slurp on his cock and then greedily swallowing made Ricky actually lean back while instinctively reaching out to grab the side of her hair.
Her eyes watered, but it was that stubborn tenacity that pushed his cock all the way down her throat until he let her easily raise her head.
Slurping all the way up and finally releasing his cock, it was revealed to only show slight stains of where the chocolate remained as Stephanie went down for seconds.
As if paying tribute to Ricky's performance, her tongue pressed against the back of his cock before she slid her head down.
Tasting every inch of him as she swallowed him all the way down to her throat before her tongue pressed on once her nose touched his skin.
Tasing every inch of him, she swallowed him all the way down her throat once more until her nose brushed against his skin, her tongue pressed against him, savoring the taste.
But she didn't stop as her tongue seeped lower, just enough to lick against his meaty balls before pulling back, reaching the top again.
Her mouth stopped at the tip, pressing her tongue gently into his urethra before swirling it around, her hand grabbing his slobbered shaft with a firm grip.
Using her own saliva as lube, she started jerking him off while putting her entire focus on his tip.
Counterclockwise, clockwise, she was unveiling a technique that sought to savor every facet of his cock.
Then, as if she couldn't top the tip of his cock, she trailed her other hand and slowly started cradling his balls.
Maneuvering her fingers as if trying to manually milk him, she instantly felt the twitching of his member spur with every graceful movement.
It was overwhelming to say the least and Ricky felt his balls churn at the movement of her hands.
"Jesus christ~" Ricky grunted, unable to think about holding back as he immediately pulled her head down onto his throbbing cock.
Swirling within the deepest depths of his balls, her movements ruptured a thick seismic wave of gunk that flowed directly into her mouth down to her throat before spurting out his milky white cum.
It was suffocating to say the least, feeling that rubbery material shoot down her throat in repetitive bursts before nestling into her stomach.
Filling her taste buds with the rich flavor of his cum, she was held down to enjoy every ounce as that warmth scorched her mouth with an addictive taste that would never be toppled by any cigarette.
Ricky gritted his teeth, feeling his balls churn out that last little bit before he released her hair and slicked his hand back through his chocolate drenched hair.
Huff
Huff
Stephanie was breathless, strands of salvia bridges still connecting her tongue to his dangling cock, chocolate-brown hair hung just above her eyes.
They were both a mess, but neither of them minded the sticky touch of each other as Ricky licked his lips, eyeing the breathless Stephanie.
"You're an animal~" Stephanie huffed, her eyes following Ricky as he grabbed the last can of chocolate syrup.
Leaning back on the bed, she watched as Ricky crawled on top of her, pouring a line of syrup from her folds all the way up her body.
Only when Stephanie was drenched in that sticky chocolate goodness did Ricky throw the can away.
He traced his tongue up the line of syrup, savoring the sweetness as it spilled onto his taste buds, before guiding it upwards across her body.
Stephanie couldn't help but wait with bated breath, her gaze locked on his greedy eyes, knowing he wanted to devour every inch of her, and the chocolate was just the excuse.
Then, once his tongue drew that clear line all the way to her face, he pressed his forehead against hers and slowly lined himself up in between her chocolate folds.
"O-Oh~" Stephanie muttered breathlessly, her gaze flickering away, but she couldn't escape the pull of his enchanting eyes, which seemed to hold her captive.
Trying to gaze down to see his cock slowly pressed between her folds, gently parting them as his hips lowered into her waist in a slow, deliberate motion.
If Stephanie had to describe the feeling, it was as though she'd been punched in the stomach, the force continuing to push deeper.
Exhaling deeply, she tried to make even the slightest room for him, his cock seeming to stretch endlessly in its pursuit.
"Wait-AH~" Stephanie gasped, pressing against his chest, but his tip grazed a spot that made her body spasm uncontrollably.
"Just a little further~" Ricky whispered, halfway there as he felt completely enthralled when he was continuously pushing deeper, captivated by the sensation of being enveloped by her.
"And there we go~" Ricky narrated, slamming the very last bit into her being as Stephanie couldn't help but recoil, instinctively wrapping her limbs around his body.
Her arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his skin, while her legs locked around his waist, her toes curling tightly, turning white with an intensity.
"A-A-A-" Stephanie was speechless, trying to convey a semblance of a moan, feeling it all at once was different from hearing Ricky brag about it.
"Just breathe~" Ricky whispered, lowering his lips to her ear and kissing it gently while the trembling Stephnie, eyes widened, stared at the ceiling above her.
Stephanie had taken it first hand and yet, when it all laid inside her with a gentle twitch hear and there, it still made her take a moment.
Ricky, on the other hand, was really digging in as his tongue licked her skin clean as if she would turn white at his persistence.
Taking a deep breath, Stephanie hit her forehead against his shoulder, tracing one of her hands up his back and grabbing hte back of his hair as if that would help anchor her.
"S-Slow~" Stephanie whispered, trying not to lower herself but couldn't help it and asked as Ricky grabbed the bed frame behind her.
Gripping it tightly, Ricky used the other to grab her thigh before slightly pulling out but before he could get midway, Stephanie pressed her legs against his waist while indeictly telling him to stop there.
"AH~" Stephanie moaned, her head slamming back against the bed as she felt him slowly push back into her being.
However, this sweet treat, this chocolatey goodness that Ricky had been pinning for years now, was missing one key ingredient.
But making this key ingreidnt was a vital and yet slow process of continuously spreading her apart with his cock and then pulling out as she pulled back together.
This process was called churning, and the ingredient it produced through this arduous and slow process was cream.
This thick and white substance formed from churning gives way to a texture that feels luxurious on the skin.
Hoping to lather his cock in Stephanie's delicious cream before devouring her completely, Ricky was patient, or at least trying to be.
Crack
The bed frame cracked under his strength as he pushed forward, captivated by the tight sloppiness that enveloped him.
Feeling Stephanie's being all but collapsed on his cock, smothering him with that warm, hot texture of her guts.
"Ricky~"
"Ricky~"
"Ricky~"
What drove him mad, however, was how Stephanie wouldn't' stop moaning his name at this slow and arduous process.
But it was deeper than that, having his ear graced with her hot supple breath which uttered his name with a fervent desire, giving into him as she wrapped her body around him and held on tightly.
This strong, commanding woman who stood tall above all others in the pursuit of her goals was now utterly pinned down beneath him under the object of his pleasure.
It was a pain that could only be understood in the moment as Ricky stood up after sliding his cock back into her warm, welcoming folds and receiving the applause for his actions in the form of his name out her lustful lips.
Her hands slowly pulled away from his back and hair, her eyes fluttering open at the disruption to see Ricky hovering above her and before she could react, those hands of hers were pinned to the bed.
What Stephanie saw was the sleazy smile of Ricky who gazed down at his hard work, his eyes causing hers to look down to see that white thick textured slathered at the base of his cock.
Pulling out his veiny cock, which was now covered in her white substance, Ricky couldn't help but admire his work.
SMACK
With a single movement, Ricky pushed his creamed cock back into Stephanies's being, splitting her in two as both her mind and body seemed to separate at that moment.
The bedframe slammed against the wall, already groaning under the strain of Ricky's actions, bracing itself for a brutal session.
"RICKY~" Stephanie finally moaned out, her brain short circuiting and screeching out his name in such a sloppy way that made the veins in Ricky's neck bulge.
Nothing turned Ricky on more than hearing a gorgeous woman moan his name, and now, Stephanie had unknowingly sealed her fate as an expectant mother.
Bringing his cock out, there was no longer any hesitation from both Ricky's mind and Stepahnies body.
Both of them had reached their ends with Stephanie's insides preparing for the descent of Ricky's current madness.
SMACK
The bedframe smacked even harder against the wall as Ricky plowed down into Stephanie's being as if getting ready to plant his seed.
"RI-"
SMACK
"RI-"
SMACK
"RI-"
SMACK
Stephanie felt as if she were being split apart at the seams, being unraveled then rewoven all by his cock that continuously plunged into her, delving deeper into her, and rewriting everything that a woman was supposed to handle.
Each utterance of his name always fell short with every thrust, the bedframe groaning as it narrated the struggles for her, offering a small glimpse of what Stephanie was truly enduring.
Unknowingly, Stephanie was currently having her body be reduced to a mere barrel churn under Ricky's cock.
Having her insides constantly plunged in and out by him as the only thing she could do, the only purpose he gave her, was producing cream.
Stephanie tongue sprawled about, slobbering out only the first two letters of his name before feeling his all encompassing cock ravage into her mind.
Everything Stephanie thought she knew about pleasure was being rewritten, her neural pathways shifting with each overwhelming sensation.
Sparks seemed to fly, her mind rearranging along with her guts that flushed out a flood of sensations, lathering upon a thick layer on both her mind and his cock.
It felt as though every nerve ending was being ignited with each powerful thrust, lighting up with every plunge of his hips into her waist.
"I-I can't~" Stephanie whined, teary eyed while shaking her head as if reverting to that of a helpless girl under him.
"You can~" Ricky assured her, huffing out a breath before slamming down his cock into her being that weirdly enough, helped reinforce those words.
Stephanie didn't understand how this was happening, how one white body was destroying her being with every single sense of the word.
The only thing she heard was the sloppy sound of her guts rearranged, the only thing she smelled was the intoxicating taste of his scent, the only thing she could see were those charming eyes that locked her sight on his being, and that addictive taste that still lingered on her tongue.
Stephanie had strived to be the independent woman that would make her mother proud and yet, under his cock, she was becoming helpless.
"I'm coming~" Ricky groaned, ramping up his pace while interlocking his fingers around hers as she shook her head.
But the pace all but doubled, slamming down into Stephanie with a jarring force that would forever alter everything she ever thought she knew about a man.
"I'm~" Ricky was completely lost in his own pleasure, focusing on churning out his own organism while ramping up his pace.
"AH~"
"AH~"
"AH~"
The thrusts were quick, precise, and fired off at the sound of every panicked moan of Stephanie who looked down in actual fear at what this would do to her until Ricky pulled out his cream slathered cock, and ruthlessly slammed it all back into her.
SMACK
"Oh~" Stephanie let out the smallest reaction with the smallest tone, only for her mind to erupt as that sparkling feeling erupted into fireworks.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Stephanie screeched out a moan, her eyes watering but her lips were forced into a smile, the climax crumpling her sanity into pieces.
Her body convulsed, breaking apart and forming under the pleasure induced upon her before a warmth spurted into the deepest regions of her being.
"Coming~" Ricky grunted, closing his eyes with a wide smile, seemingly getting even by creaming her insides.
It was as if that feeling of outdoing one another showed itself in the load he imparted onto her, giving her an almost generous helping of his baby batter.
No words could ever capture the thick, scorching eruption that swirled around her stomach, unable to even compare it to when she herself had swallowed it earlier.
It felt like fate shifting, life-changing, as the warmth spread through her body, sending a shiver down Stephanie's spine, her first greeting to motherhood.
Her hands fell away as she sat there, covering her face in disbelief at what had just transpired.
They were supposed to play chess, a back-and-forth game, strategically maneuvering their pieces until they reached a stalemate.
In her mind, Stephanie had envisioned a fun night, a playful back-and-forth with Ricky but sometimes, you can't plan for the chaos that now stirred within her.
So when she opened her eyes and glanced at the mirror above the bed, reflecting on her most shameful experience, she froze.
Her haggard, chocolate covered body that was still impaled onto Ricky's cock, watched with a front row seat as his hand traced upward, cupping onto her skin gently.
Trailing it across her skin as he gathered any remnants of chocolate that still slathered onto her body before slowly prying open her mouth.
"Not what you expected, huh?" Ricky whispered, his gaze shifting to the mirror as their eyes met, both watching as he gently opened her mouth, slathering it with chocolate.
Prying out her tongue, his fingers coated it with a sweet chocolate refuge that their bodies churned out when they were grinding upon one another.
"Oh Stephanie, sex isn't give and take." Ricky chuckled, kissing the back of her neck while staring directly back into the reflection.
"At least, not with me," Ricky murmured, his kisses trailing slowly from her neck to her shoulder, each one seeming to spell out the words he was about to say.
"It's about straight raw f*cking, it's about ramping up that engine before it's pumping at full speed." Ricky shamelessly said, describing what he had just unleashed upon her only moments ago.
"It's about feeling everything until you just f*cking explode, until there's no reason left except to slam our bodies into each other, over and over, until we figure out what makes us tick. That's sex." Ricky gritted his teeth, smiling widely as Stephanie insides involuntarily clenched down.
"And I'm going to make you tick to my cock~" Ricky joked, his hand grabbing her waist before his other fingers pushed his chocolate covered fingers into her mouth.
CLAP
"Arghsga~" Stephanie slurred out a discombobulated form of a moan, eyes twitching upwards while feeling the second coming of Ricky's cock.
Her perky ass colliding as if applauding her lips, covered in her own cream, ravaged once more as he released his hold on her mouth.
Stephanie's head slammed down into the bed, barely able to keep her thoughts together much less her body up.
"Arch your back." Ricky grunted, digging his fingers into her waist and plunging another helping of himself into her being.
SLAP
"Arch your back," Ricky instructed, giving her perky ass a playful slap, curious to see how she'd respond, only to watch her body tremble, her ass quivering along.
Stephanie involuntarily reacted to his demands, arching her back at the behest of his command, having her response met with Ricky slamming his waist into her ass, watching it jiggle slightly before pulling back aggressively.
Grabbing a pillow, Stephanie felt a wave of helplessness, the only thing she felt as if she could do was hold on as her face was pressed into it.
Drool dampened the fabric, yet she couldn't understand why she couldn't look away.
Why she couldn't take her eyes off the sight of her reflection's ass being utterly obliterated by Ricky's cock.
Watching him plunge his cock into her being, churning out a thick cream that slathered all around him, and showed it to her all peering eyes before repeating the process.
Then, in between her muffled moans, her eyes shrunk as a foreign invader suddenly seeped into her uncharted territory.
His thumb, the same one that had been curiously rubbing her ring, slowly took the next step and seeped into her ass to test the waters.
Honestly, Ricky felt he deserved a reward for his efforts and most people might buy themselves a car after achieving something like taking over New York, but Ricky, he just wanted a piece of this ass.
Breaking it off for his own delicious delight and helping himself completely, Ricky wanted to savor every part of this kit kat bar.
But first, Ricky dined on Stephanie's prime asset, hungirly helping himself to every inch of her being.
Hearing the sloppy applause echoing all around the penthouse at her guts being rearranged.
Delivering the most ravaging backshots possible as Stephanie took all of it, without so much as a complaint.
Everything in this city was his and Ricky finally took the time to appreciate it while inside of Stephanie.
It was why he suddenly yanked her off the bed and carried her over to the window, where the sprawling sight of New York awaited.
"AH~" Stephanie scrambled, losing the grip on the pillow as she was suddenly transported in front of the clear window that sat directly next to them.
Instinctively, she placed both hands on the glass for support as her knees wobbled, only for Ricky to thrust upward, pushing her back into place.
Pinning her upwards on his cock, his hands held onto both sides of her waist while that thumb still pressed into her ass.
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
The euphoric feeling filled Ricky's ears, slamming his cock into Stephanie's ass which continuously resounded out that deafening applause for his efforts.
This was the moment Ricky took it all in, looking over the skyline while delivering the most devious backshots to Stephanie.
'I'm the f*cking king.' Ricky thought, gritting his teeth while looking over the city that was now his.
'It's all mine.' Ricky chuckled, his laughter towering over Stepahnie's moans as he reveled in everything all at once.
"This ass, this pussy, your lips, you're mine Stephanie~" Ricky gazed down, overlooking the show he was giving the city while telling her of his intentions.
"AH~" Stephanie moaned, her forehead pressing against the glass as it was too much for her to handle and yet, she repeatedly took it.
Ricky didn't mind if others thought it was selfish to have multiple women; the notion of a truly good person maintaining a collection of them seemed utterly absurd to him.
But he wasn't striving for goodness; he was chasing desire, power, and the thrill of everything he never had.
Right now, when he plummeted his hips into her waist, hearing the ringing of her asscheeks smacking together, he wanted Stephanie.
That was it, plain and simple.
"ARGH!" Ricky grunted, putting every ounce of strength into his next thrust at the inkling of a feeling, that subtle twitch of his balls that signaled it was time to push it all into Stephanie.
"AHHH~" Stephanie moaned out aggressively, creaming another layer onto his spurting cock.
Feeling his hot gunk rummage around her insides, spurting out another serving that was already swirling in her womb.
There would be nothing after Ricky, no man, no desire, and nothing that wasn't filled to the brim with the image of him and tonight, he was going to make damn sure of it."
A woman like Stephanie needed to be reduced to nothing, utterly helpless and stripped to her bare bones, before he would begin to rebuild her, layer by layer, with every piece of himself until she felt consumed and whole.
Knock
Knock
The door knocked, signaling the arrival of their first bottle of champagne, just as the dirty chocolate-covered and cream Stephanie, slowly slid down the pane of glass as Ricky finally released his hold on her.
"Oh, room service is here." Ricky ran a hand through his chocolate-laced black hair, strolling toward the door with an air of nonchalance, as if he hadn't just left Stephanie utterly wrecked seconds earlier.
As soon as her ass hit the floor, her cream filling slowly leaked and pooled beneath her, staining the smooth surface of her skin as she rested her head against the glass, consumed by a single thought.
'I'm f*cked.' Stephanie felt out of her element, knowing that no human could go toe to toe with a wild animal like Ricky.
"Aye, hotel guy." Ricky flung open the door, calling out as the man turned, flinching before turning his eyes upwards and admiring the ceiling.
The reason being because Ricky stood there, still naked, grabbing the champagne and pointing at him before tearing the cork off with a sharp snap.
"If you want to make a thousand bucks tomorrow, get your pen and notebook." Ricky gestured casually, taking a long swig of the outrageously expensive complimentary champagne as the man, revealed to be Josh from earlier, widened his eyes in surprise.
"What do you need, Mr. Luciano?" Josh seemingly pulled a notebook and pen out of nowhere while thoughtfully asking towards Ricky.
"I want just buckets full of chocolate syrup, strawberries, and other sweet stuff like honey." Ricky pointed at Josh, his eyes glinting as he prepared a decadent feast meant to adorn Stephanie's body.
"Get me whipped cream, all kinds of sweets, and get me some f*cking lube because I want it." Ricky didn't bother to list anything else, his eyes fixed on Josh, who nodded, furiously scribbling it all down.
"Mr. Luciano, every high-end suite is stocked with lubricant, in the small pink bottles," Josh said with a smile while Ricky nodded, then reached to the side and tossed a crumpled wad of ten hundred-dollar bills at him.
"You better get me that shit in less than thirty minutes," Ricky snapped, slamming the door as Josh nodded vigorously.
30 minutes later,
"HA~"
THUMP
"HA~"
THUMP
"HA~"
THUMP
The hotel door rattled as if something were slamming against it, followed by sharp, heavy thuds echoing through the wood.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH~" Stephanie's voice rang out from the other side, a long, drawn-out cry of pure, unrestrained lust.
"There we go~" Ricky grunted, his breath quickening as he released another wave, letting out a satisfied sigh along with releasing another huge serving size of his cum, stuffing it all into Stephanie.
Josh, needing the help of other hotel employees to carry the items, froze as they all collectively heard what was happening behind the door.
Hesitant, Josh slowly reached out his hand, his nerves evident, and quietly attempted to knock.
Knock
Knock
The door swung open to reveal Stephanie, wrapped in a blanket, shielding the attendants from the sight of her naked body.
She was held in place, impaled onto Ricky's cock, one arm wrapped firmly around her back, anchoring her in his grasp.
In the other hand, Ricky held the champagne bottle, beckoning the attendants in with a flick of his wrist before taking another swing.
"Yeah, just place it all right there," Ricky said nonchalantly, pointing to the center of the penthouse as the attendants hurriedly set down the food.
Once the last bucket of honey was placed in the center, Josh bowed quickly and dashed out the door.
BAM
The door slammed shut, and as it did, the blanket covering Stephanie fell away, leaving her exposed. Ricky glanced over at the food spread out before him.
"Are you ready to make a mess?" Ricky asked Stephanie with a sleazy smile, noticing her tired expression, still unbelieving that he could keep going.
"You're a beast." Stephanie pushed Ricky's jaw away, trying to walk only to stumble to the ground.
Tipping over the same bucket of honey, her body fell onto the outpouring of its contents spilling across the floor, the sticky liquid enveloping her skin like the remnants of his cum still adorning her insides.
"Then try to tame me," Ricky chuckled, pouncing on her as if the opportunity were as golden as the honey spilling around them.
"Ah~" Stephanie moaned, writhing in the sticky liquid of honey, proning out a response to the sensation of Ricky's cock once again slithering into her being.
"Take your treat and go~" Stephanie moaned out, grabbing a fistful of cake from the side and pushing it into Ricky's mouth before she slathered it down.
Ricky couldn't help but chuckle, gulping down the cake but still slamming his hips down into her being.
"My god~" Stephanie muttered, completely defeated as her hands pushed on either side of her body before grabbing her sticky hair.
Stephanie could feel his hunger, see the desperation to satisfy it in his eyes as they reflected her body.
No food around them could quench the starving hunger of his lust, knowing that it was this unending pit that could never be satisfied.
There only felt like one option, one decision, and it prompted her to hold out her arms and caress his cheek.
Pulling his face down towards her face and simply giving in, sharing the cake with Ricky as her tongue swirled around his.
Ricky tried to push his toes into the ground of the honey but no traction would be enough in this honey.
Prompting every thrust to push these two sticky individuals forward while oblivious to the surroundings while lip locked in one another.
Bam
With the next thrust, meant to only obliterate her guts, had pushed them into one of the carts harbingering an array of dessert.
Ricky easily held up his hand and caught the cart from falling on them but not the sweets, which all fell onto them as if their conjoined bodies were a table.
Cakes, ice cream, and everything in between covered their bodies, all beneath the blanket of honey they found themselves tangled in.
"You're insane~" Stephanie moaned, watching Ricky break the kiss to enjoy his meal, looking up at her eyes in the process.
It was as if a tiger were taunting a fawn, sinking its claws into her while the helpless creature could only watch.
All the while, Ricky leisurely enjoyed the strawberry cheesecake that had fallen onto her left bicep before reaching over.
Shamelessly, without hesitation, he poured an entire chocolate cake onto her chest, then pressed his vanilla chest top, squishing it inbetween her.
"And?" Ricky chuckled, kissing her lightly as she grabbed some whipped cream from the side, slathering it across his mouth before working it into his hair.
"You think you're funny?" Ricky asked, thrusting deeply into Stephanie as she bit her lip.
"Hilarious~" Stephanie quipped back, only to shut her eyes and fully surrender to the sensation.
"AH~" Stephanie let out a towering moan, completely lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the taste of Ricky.
Her hands glided across his body, leaving marks as sweets lodged under her nails, all while Ricky indulged in this feast.
He reveled in every inch of her, savoring the dessert that was Stephanie, topped with all sorts of ingredients.
Ricky couldn't stop himself, feeling utterly drawn into pushing the interaction between them deeper.
Ricky suddenly stopped, breathless, as he reached for a pink bottle that Josh had secretly placed there.
"Ricky?" Stephanie asked, feeling him pull out almost completely before being flipped onto her belly, the very place that would hold his children.
"I want all of you." Ricky said such cryptic words before crushing the pink bottle, the clear gel liquid spurting onto his palm before he gazed down at her untouched ring.
"Wha-N-No~" Stephanie turned back only for her cheek to press down into the honey, feeling his lubed up fingers suddenly start to seep into her ass.
"Don't worry, just wait and you'll feel it-"
"AH~" Stephanie didn't even let Ricky finish, feeling the effect of his amplifying hands as his finger slowly grazed her G-spot.
Ricky, surprised at how fast he had found it, gestured towards it to come to him as Stephanie back arched upwards.
"It's-"
"I know, you're f*cking tight~" Ricky didn't care to listen, feeling that stranglehold wrap around his fingers before rubbing his creamed cock in some lube.
Throwing the pink bottle to the side, Ricky propped his body right on top of the seemingly suffocated Stephanie.
"Ready and breath-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~" Stephanie towered out a moan, feeling his cock plunge into her ass while his hands started stimulating her pussy, amplifying every facet in which they touched.
Pulling her upright, one hand expertly circled her clit, while the other made rapid, small movements, as if trying to milk her in the old-fashioned way.
All of it culminated in her ass utterly ripping under his cock, reforming under its sheer girth while he amplified the pleasure over the pain.
"Holy sh*t~" Ricky muttered, unable to get over the feeling of anal as it was a completely different and indescribable experience than normal sex.
Her head honey laced hair jerked back onto his shoulder, slathering it in its sticky form while her teeth clenched together, as if they would break under the strain.
The lubed up hole slowly shifted onto his cock, sliding down under the subtle force as Ricky sought to impale every single inch of him into her.
Stephanie's teeth clenched but her mouth contorted weirdly, her brain completely going haywire under the strain as it didn't know what to make of it.
On one side the ripping and stretching sensation should take priority, giving way to an excruciating pain that would cripple all assets of the mind.
But the other side was being amplified by a foreign intruder, corroding it in the pleasure of Ricky's skill that combated what she should feel and gave way to crippling lust.
'I'm f*cked.' Stephanie reiterated those last words that were still looming around her mind before it completely shut off.
It was like a switch and it was spurred on by Ricky ramming that very last part of his cock into her ass, shivering at that all inducing tightness that threatened to cut off his circulation.
Her ass spasmed out a repetition of twitches, coddling his cock in the vibrations that only worsened the state of her mind.
Stephanie had completely lost, having her inner workings rearranged as she slowly started to tick under the hands of his being.
Gradually morphing under his cock as her ass ripped apart, reformed under his base before that wave of pleasure jerked forth by her creamfilled pussy washed over her mind, utterly neutralizing any pain.
She had become Ricky's dessert, his final course in the living proof of every promise he had made upon his return.
The last promise he had received was spoken from her lips, and after all this time, he had finally fulfilled it, along with her ass.
"OH GOD!" Stephanie grunted, finally uttering the words towards the heavens that had damned her to this beast as a punishment for her sins.
Clenching down her ass, trying to somehow stop the madness that filled her ass completely only to spur him on.
Licking Stephanie clean, Ricky wasn't satisfied until the sweet taste left his taste buds.
But as his hips pounded into her ass, his cock reaching deeper until that promise was fulfilled, he acted like some sort of devil and continued to slather her in the array of deserts to prolong himself.
Even Stephanie had her mouth filled by the sweet treats surrounding them, having her moans halted at the sudden arrival of his vanilla cake.
But this seemed to be a promise that would ultimately go unfilled as the carts around them put together a number of sweets that showed the night never ending and Ricky could feel himself spurred on.
Not only by the tightness of her ass, not only by the complete surrender of her body, but by the culmination of all it induced upon the delicate foods slathered across her body.
Pinning her down under him, Ricky pressed all of himself onto her, into her, and completely decided to lose himself in the feeling.
Even in the most subtle nuisances of their f*cking, the slight twitches of her body or the way their lathered honey skin stickily grinded against one another.
Ricky wanted to savor every single bite of his dessert before he pressed his hands down onto hands, pinning them against the floor.
Stephanie, eyes rolled back and a mouthful of cake yet to swallow, jerked back and forth as their bodies slammed into each other, over and over again, finally figuring out what made them tick.
Finding the euphoria in each other's touch as his movements ramped up to their highest crescendo before he exploded it all out towards her and into her.
"Argh~" Ricky grunted out in a finality, releasing that final serving into Stephanie's ass.
Her hole exploded with his cum, painting the walls in his vanilla texture and bringing forth her new favorite/preferred flavor.
Stephanie laid beneath him, feeling her body utterly ravaged as she sat there while spasming out a climax that left her utterly breathless.
It was choking, so much so that when Ricky released her pinned hands, she claw away at the cake in her mouth, finding it too hard to even swallow.
HUFF
HUFF
HUFF
Letting out towering breaths, laying atop that blanket of honey while surrounded by gourmet dessert splattered on them and all around their interaction, they sort of sat there while regaining their breaths.
Ricky sort of rested her head on her back, chuckling before sitting up while Stephanie still laid motionless on the ground.
"Shower before bed?" Ricky huffed out, smiling ear to ear as if he was some sort of devil as she slowly turned her face to the side.
Nodding it up and down on the honey, having little to no strength as Ricky carried her into a princess hold and walked towards the bathroom.
"Let's clean up before bed, alright?"
15 minutes later,
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
Pressed up against the glass of the running shower, the sound of Stephanie's ass checks blaring along with the hot water sounded in the area.
"Last~"
"AH~"
"One~"
"AH~"
"I~"
"AH~"
"Swear!"
"AH!"
Every word was met with an equal and all encompassing moan from Stephanie, until Ricky reached the end of his sentence and sent one last helping into her pussy.
Feeling a little guilty for suddenly leaving her folds high and dry in the middle of their exchange in place of her ass, he thought he was only right to make it up to her while in the shower.
Ricky finally finished, this time for real, inside Stephanie deformed and gaping hole that was already tainted by his seed before.
But, as if she didn't control the whims of her body anymore, her pussy instinctively responded to his cum with a creaming orgasim of his own.
HUFF
HUFF
HUFF
"You're a demon, a demon~" Stephanie rested her head on the glass door, unable to believe she trusted this animal for a moment.
"I know, I'm sorry~" Ricky tentatively whispered, picking her back up into a princess carry before making his way towards the bed.
"But this time, it's for real."
DING
Author's Note: Tried something new, been saving this idea for a while and wondering to you all if I made the smut genre proud.
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