Rolli And Rita Novels & Stories

I sighed and looked at Makaila. "So where were we..." I leaned in again. She smiled and leaned closer to. Just as our lips were about to meet again.... "If you guys need anything, like condom...." Rita popped her head in with a big goofy smile on her face. "RITA!!!" We both snapped at her. She laughed as she finally left us alone. She's hella Crazy. ***** Makaila's POV

She pushed it inside my pussy as far as it would go and fucked me with it, wet and loud, while her nose rubbed my clit. I grabbed the sheets. “Riley. Slow down.” “No.” Rita climbed onto the bed behind my head, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them above me. Her bare pussy hovered over my mouth. “Your turn to eat,” she said. I turned my face. She followed, sat down on my lips, and started grinding. Her wetness smeared across my mouth and chin. I had no choice but to lick. She tasted sharp and sweet and I hated how fast my tongue remembered her.

I nodded my head and smiled apologetically before Rita continued with the introductions. “And lastly, this is Noah, he’s the Beta and my mate.” She said, beaming as she looked at him. She looked so tough and serious on the drive here but now she looked like a school girl in love. The things love did to people. A second later, her gaze was back on me. “You’re welcome, we’re pleased to meet you too Luna.”

I watched their interaction, until I heard footsteps. Rita walked in through the other door in a blue dress, her blonde hair bound to her nape by a blue ribbon, while she held a lunch bag in her hand. She went straight to Neil and Neil junior, smiling and saying something softly, which I guess had to do with food and eating. Neil nodded, almost in sync with the little boy, and Rita laughed, standing close enough to place her hand on Neil’s head to adjust his beanie. That was too intimate.

She gripped him tightly as he began to move towards the door. The door flung open and Mark could see clearly into the room now. Rita wasn’t at the dining table he left her at, and neither was Jordan. Rita was spread out on the couch totally naked with Jordan circling her clit with his wet tongue, his left hand fondling her double D tits while he had two fingers in her pussy and two in her asshole, his face glistening from all her juices while she frantically tried to grab on to whatever she could, mostly his head which she kept on rubbing like a genie lamp granting her all her wishes.

she complained. "Stop exaggerating Ella, the man is only making sure his wife and child are healthy. I want a husband already," Rita said dreamily. "Oh please Rita, you've got one directly under your nose, if only you'd just give the poor guy a chance," Ella replied. "I agree with Ella, give him a chance." "I don't know what you guys are talking about," Rita denied. "Cut the act already Rita, we all know that Rob is head over heels for you, why don't you give him a chance?" I asked.

Rita muttered, a scowl twisting her botox-filled, surgically perfected face. “But it doesn’t matter now. Laura is getting married to Luciano, and once again, everything will turn in our favor. Rosa will be out of our lives… hell, she won’t even be in this world anymore. She’ll be rotting in hell.” Rita’s eyes gleamed with cunning as her teeth clenched in hatred. “God, Rita, you’re savage. You hate that girl just as much as your daughter does,” Alberto chuckled darkly. Rita joined him, then shot him a sharp look. “Don’t tell me you’ve started caring for her.”

“And this is my—” Before I could finish, Rita cut in. “I’m Rita, Olivia’s prostitute sister.” She smiled and offered her hand. “If you’re lucky, I might sleep with you for free this weekend. By the way,” she looked at Gabe, “did you check how much I charge per session? Did you tell your friend the rates?” Her voice held no smile, only raw hurt. With that, Rita walked off toward the house. Silence fell, broken only by the water lapping at the shore and the wind whistling in our ears.

Rita sighed, loving how they played. "Okay babe, you should seriously go get dressed", Rodrigo chuckled. Sophia was resting on his shoulder, grabbing his hair as she mumbled incoherent words. "Okay... Okay, I'm going", Rita said. Soon, she was done as the first door bell rang. Rita hobbled towards the door, carrying a plate of cake she planned on dropping on the table before the bell rang. She opened the door to reveal the beautiful face of her best friend Theresa who was in the company of her bodyguard husband, Marco.

But when I was about to open my mouth and give an explanation, Paul interfered and saved the situation. - Miss Rita is quite fine. She is taking a relaxing trip with my wife Gloria. They are in Venice. - Venice? Nice, but did you keep in touch with her? - Of course doctor! You wouldn’t believe it but actually Rita is my fiancée - No way! Congratulations. I was wondering why you aren’t with her but then you are a man of the show so you must have performances. - Exactly. But she is not alone, she is in great company.