Novels by Ruth Jonah

I paused briefly to stall my rising tide, hoping to lengthen our ride a moment longer.But her craned neck and prodding lips plunged my tide upwards when she spun around in my arms.On impulse I tried to nudge my member into her sweet tighteness to feel the warmness of her hole overwhelming my shaft.But my seed raced through my shaft and splattered across her stomach, her hand automatically clasped around my rod - stroking it vigorously.I shuddered.How did she learn to do a thing like that?My eyes fluttered shut as meshed colors stormed around me. At intervals while she stroked, her thumb rubbed on the eyehole - and my body jerked at the explicit contact.White milk continued to seep out, wrecking me of all the strength I had in me.Her touch was damn sensitive, achingly sweet and drowning me deep into a depth unknown.If I don't stop her... My mind fumbled as I groaned.I caught one of her hands quickly, halting her from the torture she was rendering on me."You play with fire so

My touch to her waist startled her and her lip...lordy, it was heavenly: soft and ready for my curious lips.A feathery brush at first just wasn't enough, then another before I pressed harder to part her lips.She let out a moan.She shoved a hand on my chest, her eyes widened at the reaction the kiss had spooked from her."What are you doing?" She intoned."Now, don't act like you don't want this," I replied, tugging her into my embrace despite her pull to yank free."Alexandro, this is obnoxious....,"My finger pressed hard on her lips while her gaze flickered to my eyes. Taking her hand to my bulge, I rubbed her hand against the feel of it.Her breath dragged, heavily. Her gaze, dilating. Her breasts rose and fell."You've always been stubborn for me - makes me painfully hard," I whispered to her ears, tearing my fingers from her lips to her hair.The scent of her tore through my senses sharply making me rise to the edge of ejaculation."Or do you have another who makes you wetter

Not the way I intended to meet her. I swerved a little, arcing my leg to disarm the gun from her hand.But she was quick to dodge my kick, instead, she slammed me hard against the wall before me, clenching her teeth as she spoke."I certainly wouldn't hesitate to pull this trigger..," She spun me around grabbing my collar with her other free hand. Our eyes jammed and she froze."Alexandro?" The words slipped out from her lips.I cocked my brows as I met her eyes. "This is where you drop the gun," I said raising my hand to the barrel.Her mouth stretched slightly as she let out a scoff. "How is that possible? I mean I saw you being gunned down before me six months ago," she explained.Six months! Has it been six months already?I probably wouldn't be alive if it weren't for my..... I mean, Vinny.It was so difficult to comprehend the fact that I already had a son."How is that possible?" She back-pocketed her gun, stepped closer to me and began to stroke my face with her fingertips.

"I had a son...." The memory of those lines stung me immensely. I took a walk that evening. I couldn't bring myself to share in their little family dinner. I felt like an outcast as Antonio's words resurrected in my head. "Lydia, the mother of Vinnie has been deceased long gone due to grief of being separated from her son. I had to take the boy away for my safety, and for his safety but you simply never cared....," I was a hard man to please. How do you suppose I'd lived my life? A man who never played by the books, not by the rules but only by the words from my mouth. And now, I had a son, a son I had almost killed with my hands. And that same son who I'd almost killed turned out to be my savior. I pocketed my hands into my jacket as I entered a nearby coffee shop. I had some few notes in the depths of my jacket, I smiled to myself knowing how fortunate that made me. I recalled Antonio's words, begging me not to go out into the cold, that I needed more rest and I also ne

You thought I was dead, right? Truthfully, I thought I would die too. I caught images of the past stuck in my head - where Bruno hovered over my sprawling bleeding body arcing his gun to my head. What had occured before then? Ahhh, Bruno had wanted a little fun with Jacqueline - my very own property, unsoiled and only meant for me. He wanted to plunge me into fury - a dark, clouded fury that arouse the thirst for blood. And he did succeeded. A woman I had fallen madly in love with even against ethics, I had presumably known about her identity when she was treated by Charles. A woman whom Charles had advised me to play along to her tactics. The very same Charles whom I had presumed didn't seem to care much about the crimes of my yesterday. Life is funny, right? Charles played it cool, before me - he was loyal. Behind the scenes he played the sinner. What duly baffled me was how he was able to seal most secrets from Bruno, his very own cousin. Until, he felt the time w

I wished I could spin back the hands of time while we still made love and we bid the worries of the world away from us. Bad things were meant to happen to bad people - maybe karma would finally reward them for the atrocities of the past - but it shouldn't be happening to Alexandro, a man I had hopelessly and completely fallen in love with. Alexandro had to leave me wearing his briefs, stride to the door when he heard Ramsey's call. "Boss, there's trouble," there was fear evident in Ramsey's eyes. On hearing that, I jumped out of the bed instantly - hoping I would be brisk enough to wear in my disguise. "Trouble?" Alexandro's bugging eyes shifted, trying to take a peek behind Ramsey. But what followed next was an explicit shocker. Someone shot Ramsey from behind. The bullet whisked through Ramsey's neck, while blood spluttered unto Alexandro's face. Ramsey fell against Alexandro - fading out gradually as he held the part of his affected neck. Alexandro looked up and met