1 minute later,
BAM
The bathroom door was kicked open, Rosa panting heavily, her passion ignited and impossible to contain any longer.
She hungered for Ricky, anxiety building inside her like a drug addict desperate for a fix.
And not surprisingly, it wasn't Ricky leading the charge this time; Rosa had seized complete control, as if waiting was no longer an option.
Bam
"Woah, easy there~" Ricky laughed, watching Rosa aggressively kick open a nearby stall and shove him inside.
Ricky played along, turning back just in time to see her pounce like a predator, hands ravenous as they lunged for his pants.
"Where is it~" Rosa yearned, ripping off his belt and tossing it aside before yanking his pants down with force.
Bam
Ricky's body was thrown back, stumbling over his pants now pooled around his ankles as his ass collapsed onto the toilet seat.
"There it is~" Rosa hummed, biting her lip, her hungry gaze locked on the sight before her.
"Rosa, relax-ohhhhhh~" Ricky started to say, but his head jerked up involuntarily as a muffled hum escaped at Rosa's next move.
SLURP
Rosa's mouth audibly slurped at his dry tip, immediately coating it with her wet gums.
With a single, forceful motion, she slammed it down the back of her throat, her eyes watering from the strain that involuntarily made her shiver.
If Morgana's blowjob was all-consuming, seeking to pleasure every inch of his cock, Rosa's was ravenous.
Devouring him without a hint of hesitation or restraint.
She didn't slow down or take her time; with one swift movement, she swallowed every inch of Ricky, her lips pressing against his abdomen as she held him deep within her throat until her face flushed purple.
Ricky was lost for words, clutching his face at the overwhelming sensation as her wet, tight mouth created a suction so powerful it seemed to pull more of him inside.
GASP
Finally, Rosa allowed herself to breathe, pulling back and spitting out Ricky's saliva-coated cock, then grabbing it gently with one hand.
"I've missed you so much, Ricky~" Rosa whispered, softly stroking his veiny, throbbing length as it rested against her face.
"So much~" Rosa huffed, licking her lips at the sight of him stretching past her line of sight which had morphed her pupils into heart-eyes.
All Rosa could focus on was how much this cock was going to hurt her.
How he was going to completely and utterly ruin her pussy while completely f*cking her into an unconscious state.
But as if sensing that very truth, she decided to give Ricky something special in return, a gift of thanks before the storm.
After everything he'd done for her, Rosa wanted to show her love the only way she knew: through her physical touch.
"Holy sh*t~" Ricky groaned, leaning back against the wall and gripping the railings as Rosa's tongue glided slowly over every inch.
She didn't even fully take him into her gums or even her mouth.
Instead, she slithered her tongue around him, tracing every vein, coating every crevice in wet devotion.
Unknowingly, she forsook her god by worshipping the cock in her grasp like a sacred relic.
Becoming a heretic as a cruel smile tugged at her lips, dipping lower.
Until her tongue curled around his heavy balls before slowly cupping them both in her warm, wet mouth.
"Jesus~" Ricky groaned, gripping the handlebars tightly as he felt Rosa's tongue swirl sloppily around his balls.
Then, she slowly started to bring them deeper into her mouth with hunger, feeling their weight as she gargled, saliva bubbling and swirling like a filthy, lust-soaked tide.
Closing her mouth, she fully enveloped his nutsack beneath the bubbling buzz of her saliva. The vibrations made Ricky clench tightly, causing visible dents.
He had never, in all his life, experienced his balls fondled with such fervent intensity like Rosa was currently doing right this second.
"F*ck~" Ricky let out a long, drawn-out sigh, completely losing himself to the subtle caress of Rosa's mouth.
Before Rosa started sucking on his balls, she eagerly gulped down the saliva she had just warmed them in, savoring the flavor.
The taste was intoxicating to Rosa, her saliva mingling with his salty heat as she lavished those swollen spheres with dripping, devoted care.
Then she repeated the process, letting her saliva build while both hands, stacked atop each other, jerked him furiously.
What Ricky was losing his mind to wasn't the novelty of the experience, but Rosa's unbridled patience.
How she didn't rush him to finish.
She wanted him to savor every moment, as if worshipping not just his body but the very pleasure he gave her in return.
Juggling his balls with her tongue while stroking his cock maddeningly, Ricky clenched his teeth, fighting to hold back.
But Rosa waited, eyes hungry, studying him, ignoring his desperate grabs for her hair.
It was as if she was timing something, stalking her prey.
Finally, she dropped his meaty balls from her mouth, saliva dripping down in gooey trails.
Then she lunged forward, as if she knew him better than he knew himself, lining her lips perfectly at the tip.
Waiting for something, her heart-shaped eyes locked on his twitching expression.
"Argh!" Ricky grunted, his balls tightening from her earlier coaxing, and instantly pressed her head down.
In one swift motion, her entire face slammed down onto his cock, her forehead pressing firmly against his abdomen.
"F*ck~" Ricky groaned, feeling like a pipeline as his cum shot deep down her throat.
His tip twitched relentlessly, spraying a fresh helping of his thick, gooey cum directly into her gullet.
Rosa's eyes welled with tears, streaming freely as the searing heat blossomed in her stomach, a fiery bloom of pleasure and fullness.
Suffocating on his release, her lips involuntarily twitched under the intense pressure of his hand firmly holding her down, every sensation overwhelming yet intoxicating.
Drip
Drip
Her panties slowly stained wet, soaked from the sheer intensity of the facef*ck alone as a pulsing wet spot blossoming over her slick folds.
Juices dripped steadily onto the bathroom floor as she reveled in being utterly manhandled, until the grip on her eased.
POP
Almost as if it was a signal, Ricky's cock popped free from her mouth as Rosa fell back, still processing what had just happened.
"Turn around and stand up," Ricky huffed, slicking back his hair, his voice sharp yet aware of how much she craved his command.
Without so much as a word, Rosa obeyed, slowly pushing herself upright, bracing against the stall door for support.
Rosa placed both hands on the door, sticking out her ass toward Ricky as her hot breath fogged the metal stalldoor.
Honestly, Ricky had come here to use Rosa as his personal sexdoll.
Everything else had happened naturally.
But this was the goal: to christen their reunion by taking out all his pent-up stress and anger on the perky ass she presented.
Pulling the ends of her dress aside, his hands latched onto her caramel skin, squeezing hard into her cheeks.
Before he started, his hands began to play with her perky ass like soft dough, molding and stretching it, pulling it apart only to squeeze it back together.
It was almost as if he was deliberately driving her crazy, delaying the sensation that had completely ruined her to all other men.
"I can take it, Ricky~" Rosa breathed, dropping her guard and letting her perverse, masochistic nature fully take over.
"I know you can."
But when she tried to turn back, his hand grabbed the back of her skull, pinning her to the door.
"Ah~" Rosa moaned instinctively at the force, shivering as Ricky tore away her white panties, his thumb sliding teasingly along her wet folds.
Her natural flavor dripped down her ruined petals, Ricky's visible mark blooming in her most sacred place.
CLAP
Ricky didn't hold back, brutalizing her masochistic pussy with a relentless thrust that buried himself deep inside her dripping folds.
Rosa couldn't even moan, gagging on her own pleasure as her mind descended into a silent haze.
Frozen, lips trembling, a wild smile spread across her face, eyes twitching upward in complete worship.
Not even her faith could save her from the pleasure of Ricky's cock as she came again, spraying juices.
Her filthy desire sliding down her legs, dripping and pooling onto the floor beneath her.
"I needed this, I f*cking deserved this." Ricky muttered to himself, licking his lips while watching her almost collapse beneath a single thrust.
Pulling out slowly, he felt her walls clench tightly, desperately trying to hold him inside, tears streaming down her thigh in silent cries.
CLAP
The loud smack of Rosa's ass cheeks echoed in the bathroom as Ricky slammed into her again.
Instead of a moan, Rosa clenched her teeth, seething silently as if steeling herself for more.
All while Ricky gritted his teeth, consumed by the sensation of using Rosa like a toy as he began to enjoy himself.
BAM
The stall door was kicked open, revealing the mirror reflecting Ricky yanking her head toward his ear, while his other hand slithered down.
RIP
A loud rip tore through the air, stripping Rosa of her dignity and exposing the masochist within, as he shredded her innocent white dress for all to see.
"Rosa~" Ricky whispered with a chuckle, his hand tracing over her caramel skin to rest on her stomach.
"Is there something you wanna tell me?"
His fingers paused, hovering over a small bump barely visible until now, one that he slowly traced with the loving palm of his hand.
"P-pr-r-" Rosa stammered, unable to finish as Ricky grabbed her hair, stirring her mouth like before.
Except instead of a thrust, he started playing with her tongue between his fingers.
"And they call me the degenerate~" Ricky chuckled, admiring Rosa's reflection in the mirror, licking his lips at her beautiful, bare body.
Right now, she balanced on her tiptoes, pushing herself up just to give Ricky the perfect angle to ravage her flawless ass.
"Usually, when one of my girls gets knocked up, they ask for jewels or some sh* like that." Ricky whispered, his mouth close to her ear as his fingers traced slow circles along her stomach.
"But I know what you want, Rosa~" Ricky sensually whispered, watching her shiver as he wound up his hips.
"And I'm gonna give you just that."
CLAP
Ricky slammed into her again, her juices spilling as Rosa gagged on his fingers, unable to speak
Only allowed to slobber in helpless submission as this fact alone made her cheek flush in a red hue.
Unlike the others in Ricky's little harem, Rosa was just a regular human.
No secret weapons, no powers, no magic; just the brutal, ruthless sensation of Ricky's cock tearing through her guts.
And she loved every second of it, slobbering on his fingers as she actively pushed her ass deeper into that exquisite torment.
CLAP
HUFF
CLAP
HUFF
CLAP
HUFF
Rosa's nostrils flared, chest heaving as she sucked in sharp, aggressive breaths, her body limp and ragdoll-like in Ricky's grip.
Thrust after brutal thrust, Ricky barreled into her already ruined, wet, and flapping pussy.
Slamming his hips down so hard as if he was trying to mash her folds into a bloody mess.
Just the way she loved it.
INAUDIBLE GARGLES
Rosa laughed out in a sloppy, breathy tone, feeling Ricky's fingers toy with her tongue as if her words meant nothing to him.
The intoxicating thought flushed through her walls, coating themselves in a slippery sheen as his cock barreled deeper, stretching her open with ruthless ease.
Yet not a single part of her body resisted since she was already trained to endure it all.
"Ha~"
All the while, Ricky released his stress, letting out a calm, almost soft laugh that sharply contrasted with the destruction he was wreaking on her body.
Purposely ignoring how his cock relentlessly slammed into her swollen folds, wreaking utter havoc as he permanently stretched her insides to fit his desire.
At this point, all Rosa could focus on was his cock pulsing and swelling inside her, demanding more.
Filling her with a fullness that pushed beyond all limits, teetering on unbearable and for that reason, she came again.
Slick juices spilled out to flood the space between them, mixing with the slick sweat dripping down her thighs and the spit that coated his fingers still buried in her mouth.
Rosa's lips were trembling, a sloppy mess around his fingers as she gagged helplessly, unable to cry out or catch a proper breath.
"Slasehnsags~" Rosa muttered complete gibberish, slurring and spatting her moans into an incomprehensible mess that matched the state of her pussy.
Though they had only just intertwined their flesh, her body was already trembling violently.
Every time Ricky slammed his waist into her hips, it hurt just a little.
But that pain stacked over time, building relentlessly.
Her physique wasn't as tough as Ricky's, and it showed; every muscle screamed in protest, her knees trembling, threatening to buckle beneath her like fragile shards of glass.
*CLAP-
THWAP
THWAP
However, instead of slowing down, Ricky grew more carried away, fueled by his own lust and the complete sovereignty over her pussy.
It was why he completely forgot about the masochistic girl beneath him; thriving, craving, and feeding off every brutal, punishing thrust.
What Ricky forgot was that, unlike all the other women in his life who'd beg him to slow down or stop, Rosa didn't care.
Every savage thrust drove deeper, sending a slick spray splashing from her soaked folds with warm, salty bursts of juices that seemed to cheer him on, fueling his reckless rhythm.
All while her body suffered.
The fierce pounding had started to drain her strength, every brutal thrust pushing her closer to internal collapse.
Her legs wobbled, threatening to give out, her breath ragged and shallow as a wave of dizzy weakness washed over her.
Yet, just before her knees could betray her, Ricky tightened his grip, refusing to let her fall.
And slowly, with each punishing thrust, he practically forced her to start walking forward.
THWAP
Guiding her, forcing her to stay standing even as her body begged for mercy.
THWAP
With every thrust, her feet, balanced on tiptoes, scraped desperately against the floor, flailing like a fish out of water.
THWAP
Her trembling thighs were slammed violently down onto his hips, her ass letting out a wail as the wet sound started to fill the bathroom.
THWAP
Every slam of his cock was like a hammer, shattering her from the inside out as her walls fluttered and convulsed uncontrollably around him.
THWAP
A slick trail of her juices marked their path, dragged forward with every agonizing step she took.
With steady, relentless thrusts, he led her trembling body across the cramped bathroom.
Until finally, they reached the cold, hard edge of the bathroom counter.
Bam
Without hesitation, Ricky yanked her head down, slamming it firmly, but not painfully, against the cold, unforgiving surface of the bathroom counter.
GASP
The sharp impact made her gasp, neck arching as his hand pressed firmly against the mirror beside her, using it for leverage to drive himself deeper, harder.
With one hand gripping her waist and the other braced firmly against the cold glass, Ricky unleashed a relentless barrage of savage thrusts, each one driving deeper and harder than the last.
THWAP
THWAP
THWAP
Each thrust echoing through the mirror's reflection, capturing the brutality that Ricky was unleashing upon her squirting pussy.
The bathroom started to become polluted with the wet, sloppy sounds of skin slapping skin, desperate gasps, broken moans, and the unmistakable clap of his cock pounding into her again and again.
Their bodies slick with sweat, the heat of their exertion mingling with the slick spray from Rosa's punished folds, creating a thick, humid mist that hung heavy in the cramped bathroom.
The air burned with raw desire, fueling Ricky's hunger until he tore off the last of his clothes, throwing them aside.
"That's it, right there~" Ricky chuckled, grunting low as his eyes locked onto her perfect, perky ass that jiggled and bounced with every brutal thrust he slammed into it.
Her body was breathtaking, and that was why Ricky kept losing himself with every relentless backshot he delivered.
He couldn't help but get lost in the perfect curvature of this Latina.
Thick in all the right places, yet carrying the graceful slimness of a belly dancer, every inch sculpted to drive him crazier.
"Ggdslkgnal~" Rosa continued to spew out gibberish, her voice thick with pleasure and breathlessness.
Ricky's fingers slid from her tongue, curling softly around her cheek as he pulled it back like she was a clown to be laughed at.
Her teeth bared, lips parting with ragged breaths, tongue flicking erratically like a live wire caught in the storm of sensation crashing through her.
Her body shuddered beneath him, utterly broken, every nerve set aflame by the brutal rhythm he forced upon her.
THWAP
THWAP
THWAP
For what felt like an eternity, the bathroom was swallowed by the messy symphony of flesh colliding.
The wet, slick slaps bouncing off the tiles, mingling with the desperate gasps and ragged moans as if it were some sick party.
All while she laid limply across the counter, pressed against the mirror, completely lifeless, getting her wish of being treated like some sort of f*ck puppet.
Above her, Ricky's grunts grew fiercer as his balls tightened again, ready to unleash another heavy load.
His fingernails scratched down the mirror, leaving jagged streaks as the mounting pressure at his tip threatened to burst.
"Here." Ricky muttered, slamming down his cock to the audible sound of Rosa's flesh applauding his efforts.
TWHAP
"We."
"TWHAP*
"Go~"
With that final, broken set of words, Ricky slammed the second serving of his cum deep inside Rosa, giving her the full course meal she so desperately craved.
To say it was fulfilling wouldn't even begin to describe the sheer pleasure Rosa derived from those torturous, relentless backshots.
They had barely just started, and yet Rosa was completely bent over the grimy bathroom counter, slammed full of his cum as it poured deep into her.
It was hot, just as she remembered, but it was that searing swell inside her, filling her stomach with a burning warmth that nearly made her weep with joy as her eyelids fluttered shut.
Her teeth clenched tightly, and through the haze before the mirror, her glazed eyes registered the wild, toothy smile painting her own face.
And the complete, glorious mess she had become.
Sweat and tears stained her makeup, mascara running down her cheeks, but she only delighted in the physical wreckage that perfectly matched the internal shattering Ricky's cock unleashed inside her.
Then, as if she couldn't possibly enjoy it more, she felt his cock pulse relentlessly, pumping a continuous stream of cum deep inside her.
The warm, thick liquid oozed into every inch of her, flooding her until Ricky slammed one last, powerful pump into her ass.
Clap
A small, precious clap resounded, as if to commemorate their flesh reuniting once more.
Signaling the end of that all-encompassing wave now saturating her stomach, leaving her utterly full and breathless.
Huff
Huff
Ricky stood over Rosa, a relieved smile softening his features as his eyes closed, savoring the wave of sensation washing over him.
It is said that when you make love to a truly great woman, you feel something rare.
A true, beautiful passion that, if only for a fleeting moment, makes you forget the fear of death.
In that instant, Ricky loved with such consuming intensity that death itself seemed to vanish from his mind.
But like all men, the shadow of mortality inevitably returned.
And when it did, the answer was simple: repeat the ritual, and push it away again.
Until Ricky finally looked down at the slobbering mess that was Rosa, bent over the counter with her throbbing pussy still squirting out small little sprinkles of juices.
"Are you even awake?" Ricky asked, trying not to laugh since he pulled her sweaty hair back to see her eyes staring at her own messy expression.
"More~" Rosa moaned, already trembling with need for another round.
Ricky glanced down at her sweat-slicked ass, then gave a lazy shrug, a slow grin spreading across his face.
"Let's give you, oh I don't know, five minutes?"
5 minutes later,
BAM
"More~"
Rosa's back slammed hard against the cold tile beside the mirror, her breath ragged as she murmured that single word over and over, desperate and hungry.
Both of them completely naked at this point, their clothes discarded carelessly across the bathroom floor, Rosa's limp body pressed and pinned against the cold tiled wall.
His hands slid down to grip her thighs firmly, signaling she was once again entirely at Ricky's mercy as he slammed into her burning core with ruthless force, never letting up.
"Oh god~" Rosa muttered absentmindedly, rolling her head against the cold tile as Ricky's mouth found his favorite spot, the delicate crease of a woman's neck.
It wasn't clear when or why it started, but Ricky always felt a strange comfort in leaving his mark there, tracing hickeys like a claim on the women who belonged to him.
THUMP
"OH GOD!" Rosa screamed, a sudden surge breaking through her haze as she clawed for control of her mind, crying out to the heavens with unfiltered desperation.
In those five minutes, Rosa had slowly been regaining her sanity, though it felt like she needed a sudden jolt to fully wake her up.
And the sharp thrust delivered exactly that.
The flood of sensation surged through her again, a relentless pulse crashing like a freight train through her body.
Her nerves screamed in desperate pain, sending chaotic signals that her mind twisted into pleasure.
She surrendered to it, her voice rising in wild, desperate cries, howling toward the heavens above.
As if begging God to explain why He hadn't granted her this kind of pleasure all along.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Rosa screamed, her moans soaring into a desperate cry as she locked her limbs around Ricky's body.
Her fingers tangled fiercely in his slicked-back hair while her legs clung tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper.
THUMP
"GOD, I NEED IT!" Rosa screamed, her voice trembling on the edge of delirium, as Ricky leaned into her desperation, feeding off it like a predator savoring the frantic pulse of its prey.
THUMP
Thrusting his hips into Rosa, who had nowhere to run, her back pinned firmly against the cold wall, taking everything he gave once again.
It was as if Rosa was riding a high, her senses flooded by the relentless pleasure, pushing her into a near-psychedelic haze.
Ricky didn't even need to call on all his IP skills.
His amplifying hands alone layered wave after wave of sensation through her completely writhing body, driving her deeper into the frenzy.
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
It was as if they were animals, their hot breaths mingling and rising together in the cramped space, each pushing the other to test the limits of their bodies.
"GOD, GOD!" Rosa screamed, howling out towards the sky with her state of delirium while Ricky started to sink into his instincts.
But instead of pile-driving into her hips, Ricky shifted, finding a strange, fluid rhythm that seemed to consume him entirely.
He began to lift her body up, her sweat-slicked skin sliding against the cold tile walls, every inch of her heated back pressing and sliding with a delicious friction.
Her breath hitched as his hands gripped her waist firmly, raising her higher before slamming her back down with fierce precision against the unforgiving surface of his waist.
GASP
The impact echoed sharply in the tight space, sending jolts through Rosa's spine as the back of her head hit the tiles.
Her body trembled, both from the shock and the overwhelming sensation that rippled through her as she opened her mouth and ripped out a scream of pure joy that shredded the last part of her sanity.
Meanwhile, outside the bar, an old, beat-up truck rattled to a stop.
Its weathered frame bore the scars of countless miles, and the bed was crowded with rusted rifles and handguns.
Clear signs that its passengers were local cartel members, hardened and ready for whatever awaited inside.
"And you're sure a gringo went inside-" One of the men asked, raising an eyebrow at the completely desolate bar.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
A piercing scream shattered the night from inside the bar, pulling the cartel members forward despite their wariness.
Territory was sacred.
No one crossed into their territory and got away with it.
Whoever dared to make that scream was about to learn that lesson the hard way.
But they gravely misjudged who would be delivering the message.
BAM
The door slammed open, and rusted rifles swung up, guns immediately trained on the sight of Ricky's bare, sweat-slicked body pressing hard against Rosa's as she writhed helplessly in his grasp.
A heavy silence fell—shock freezing every cartel member in place as they took in the scene.
Then Ricky slowly turned his head, a cocky smirk playing on his lips.
"Do you want to die or something?" Ricky genuinely asked, his eyes flaring with that strange, eerie green glow, a faint trail of his aura rising like mist into the stale air.
Clank
Clank
Suddenly, every gun clattered heavily to the floor as if dropped by unseen hands.
Slowly, one by one, the cartel members raised their trembling hands toward the man they clearly recognized.
Someone impossible to ignore, the name whispered on everyone's lips.
"The White Devil~" A middle-aged Hispanic man murmured, his voice shaky, matching the quiver in his hands.
It was the name Juan himself had branded Ricky with, a title that had swept across Mexico like wildfire.
DING
[New Title Acquired: White Devil
Description: Wherever you walk in Mexico, they'll know you by this, or by your many other names, but mostly this.]
"W-We didn't mean-"
"GET THE F*CK OUT!" Ricky roared, his voice sharp and commanding, fury flashing in his eyes at anyone who dared see Rosa in this state.
The three men didn't need another invitation and without hesitation, they bolted, scrambling toward the door.
BAM
The bathroom door slammed shut behind them with a force no ordinary hand could muster as Ricky's telekinesis sealed it tight.
Fear gripping their hearts, the men didn't wait to argue.
They fled back to their rusted truck, desperate to put as much distance between themselves and Ricky as possible.
"What are you fools doing-"
"IT'S THE WHITE DEVIL!" The man screamed, terrified as he looked back only to see their guns thrown at them.
BAM
BAM
BAM
All three of them suddenly felt the brutal impact of their own guns slamming hard against their backs and heads.
But the slowest took the worst blow as his throat was struck, knocking him to the ground, gasping for air.
"WHY DID YOU FOOLS MESS WITH-" The driver screamed, his voice cracking as a towering green monolith of Ricky's fury surged from his sovereign aura.
WHOOSH
The energy rippled through the air, casting an eerie green glow over the town.
Anyone who met its gaze instantly crumpled to their knees, overwhelmed by the raw power pulsing from Ricky's will.
"WE DIDN'T KNOW!" They managed to shout in unison, believing Ricky had left an hour ago like everyone else in the bar, only to realize their information was dead wrong.
"GET IN, HURRY!"
They scrambled into the back of the pickup truck, which sped away as Ricky's eyes stayed sharp and serious, still thrusting into the moaning Rosa.
His mind flickered to grabbing something to throw at the truck, but then Rosa's sudden moan whispered in his ear, pulling him fully back into the moment.
"AH~"
Only then did the monolith slowly descend from the sky, its eerie green glow fading as the townsfolk finally found their footing.
As a truck roared through the quiet city streets.
"YOU F*CKING JACKASS, ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED?!" Mateo screamed, bursting out in nothing but a wife beater and underwear, shouting not at Ricky.
But at the speeding vehicle.
Bam
Bam
Suddenly, rocks began to rain down on the pickup truck, pelting its roof and sides with a relentless fury.
Even the children joined in, urged on by their parents' angry shouts, turning the street into a storm of flying stones.
Meanwhile, Ricky completely and fully focused his attention back on Rosa while holding her tightly.
"I'm sorry, baby~" Ricky whispered into her ear, his voice low and teasing as he dragged her down before slamming his hips upward with force.
"You've got my full attention now."
THUMP
"GODSH~" Rosa tried to utter her lord's name, but the words came out slurred, a hiss escaping as he impaled her down onto his cock.
Lost in the pounding rhythm, she barely noticed the mirror beside them was completely fogged over, the glass obscured by the heat of their tangled bodies.
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
Pulling Rosa down before slamming his hips upward, Ricky resumed his relentless pace.
Rosa's exhausted head rested against his shoulder, her eyes blankly fixed on where her reflection should have been, now nothing but a haze of fog.
It was as if the pleasure flooding her mind had manifested physically, the heat and musk of their bodies saturating the cramped bathroom and the fog of the mirror.
The air reeked of them, of their sweat, their scent, and blending into a heavy, intoxicating haze that Rosa unconsciously inhaled.
THUMP
Feeling as if she'd reached a kind of nirvana, her folds numb from the relentless force; an exquisite pain that blurred into pleasure, leaving her utterly limp once more.
"Fuck~" Ricky grunted, signaling to Rosa that he was nearing his peak, bracing himself for the inevitable release.
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
Rosa sagged limply against Ricky's cock, utterly impaled by its sheer length and girth, stretched to the breaking point as she split wide at the seams.
Then, slowly, Ricky began lifting her up in a fast motion causing her head to lift slightly from his shoulder, breath catching in her throat.
THUMP
Before crashing her down again, only this time, instead of her head slamming against his shoulder, it jerked violently upward.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A seismic climax slammed through Rosa, as fierce and overwhelming as Ricky's cock driving into her pussy, sending a tidal wave of raw pleasure surging outward in scorching ripples.
Her climax erupted in a wild, messy spray, sending an intense, mind-shredding wave of pleasure that convulsed her body violently.
It shattered Rosa's mind in two, tearing apart the fragile line between her womanly sanity and the consuming insanity of a masochist craving more.
Then, as quickly as her squirting had erupted, it abruptly ceased.
Only to drip slowly afterward, molten fire tracing trails down the curves of sweet, caramel thighs and pooling at the ground where Ricky's feet stood.
But even with all of that just happening, the only thing she focused on was that warm feeling in her belly.
How it seeped deeper, filling her already full belly with the third serving of his cum, swelling inside her like a scorching tide.
The weight of it pressed warmly against her insides, stretching and pulsing, an intimate, undeniable claim marking her from within.
Collapsing back onto Ricky's shoulder, she didn't pass out as expected.
Instead, a soft, needy moan escaped her lips, begging silently for more.
"More~"
1 hour later,
Thwap
Thwap
Thwap
Now pressed against her on the cold tile floor, Ricky's thrusts slowed but still shattered every sense, each movement driving deep into Rosa's trembling core.
She was a complete mess beneath him.
Barely conscious, caught in the desperate haze of craving more, clinging to the thin thread of awareness as Ricky wound his hips tighter, ready to push her over the edge once again.
"Come on~" Ricky muttered, eyes closed as he released what felt like his eleventh serving deep into her swollen belly.
Instead of pulling out, Rosa's legs locked tightly around his waist, desperate to keep him buried inside, unwilling to let his hot cum spill anywhere but deep within her wet embrace.
GASP
Rosa gasped, her body slick and glistening with their shared sweat as she arched her back, trembling uncontrollably beneath Ricky.
He opened his eyes, but instead of her usual dazed smile, he was met with the violent spasms wracking her body in an intense display that made his playful grin vanish in an instant.
"Rosa?" Ricky asked, gently grabbing her cheek, but she only spasmed harder, trembling uncontrollably.
A sharp spike of fear cut through him as he scrambled to access his system, searching frantically for anything that could help her.
Until finally, her lips parted, breaking the tense silence.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~" Rosa screamed out her orgasm, laughter bubbling uncontrollably beneath the crushing weight of pleasure pressing down on her.
Then, in the next heartbeat, her mind shattered completely, folding into unconsciousness as her body went limp in Ricky's arms.
Huff
"Rosa?" Ricky asked, pausing as he raised an eyebrow, then realized she'd simply fallen asleep.
Her body finally surrendered to the exhaustion that had been wearing down her mind since the very beginning.
SIGH
"Holy sh*t, that scared me~" Ricky laughed, clutching his chest as he sat up, his hand resting over his pounding heart.
Wiping his nose, Ricky slowly pulled out, his length dragging from her ruined folds with a wet, drawn-out slip.
Almost immediately, like a dam bursting, his cum gushed from deep inside her, spilling in hot, messy streams down her thighs.
The thick, white flood poured out in spurts, pooling beneath her as the swollen curve of her stomach slowly began to soften, deflating from the heavy load he'd left inside.
Grabbing Rosa after she finished leaking all of his cum, Ricky gently lifted her into his arms, holding her tightly against him.
"I think I'm gonna have to be even more careful from now on." Ricky muttered, his thumb brushing her cheek as he focused his psychic healing to soothe her worn, stressed body.
Though his healing wasn't as potent as a senzu pill or the system's advanced items, it still worked wonders.
Visibly easing the swelling across her body.
Only once he was sure she'd be alright did he place a hand gently over her stomach, focusing on healing that area.
He didn't actually harm their unborn child, but he wasn't about to take any chances.
Finally, Ricky stood up and crossed to the opposite bathroom marked with the women's sign.
Carefully carrying the peacefully sleeping Rosa inside, he began gently cleaning her up with the paper towels nearby.
As he worked, his mind wandered back to the shop, curious enough to check it once more for anything useful.
Although Ricky hadn't been checking the shop as often lately, he still made a point to look every now and then.
The problem was, nothing worthwhile had appeared in weeks.
Maybe he'd gotten all the prime stuff early on, or maybe he was just on a dry streak.
Either way, the last several visits left him unimpressed.
For example, in the past four weeks, these were the items that showed up for him:
Fuzzy Pink Cuffs: 5,000 IP (Appeared ten times)
Description: A pair of fuzzy handcuffs that gives any girl +5 breathability.
Butt Lube: 2,750 IP (Appeared twice)
Description: Reduces friction by 300%, but makes holding objects nearly impossible for the next 10 minutes.
Sloppy Kiss Potion:1,200 IP (Appeared four times)
Description: Grants +8 saliva production and a 10% chance to stun your target with awkward intimacy.
Vampire Nipple Clamps: 4,300 IP (Appeared once)
Description: Drains -2 stamina per second but gives +10% arousal resistance.
Discount Blindfold: 650 IP (Appeared twelve times)
Description: Blocks vision for 4 turns, but has tiny holes so you can still see shapes, sort of.
Bunny Tail Plug: 2,250 IP (Appeared once)
Description: Gives the woman a bunny-like charm but decreases walking speed by 15%.
Knot of Slight Regret: 850 IP (Appeared twenty times)
Description: Makes rope play 10% easier but causes your partner to sigh afterward in complete regret.
"Man, I really wish I'd grabbed those vampire nipple clamps," Ricky muttered, a hint of regret threading through his voice.
He was getting picky, maybe even too picky.
It wasn't just money he was hoarding; his stash of Impregnation Points had swelled to a staggering 1,140,500 after his recent conquest of Morgana, which netted him a massive 750,000 IP.
But unlike before, Ricky was determined to stop waiting for the perfect item to drop.
He was ready to start spending, no more holding back.
DING
[SHOP]
IP: 1,140,500
Refreshable Items:
Velvet Tongue Drops: 4,500 Impregnation Points
Description: A sweet liquid that coats the tongue, making every lick, kiss, or word sound seductively irresistible for the next 15 minutes.
Heatwave Cologne (Passive): 14,000 Impregnation Points
Description: The user naturally emits a faint, intoxicating warmth that makes women subconsciously lean in closer and their breath hotter around them.
Tease & Please Whistle: 95,000 Impregnation Points
Description: When blown, this small, silver whistle emits a sultry tone that only women emotionally connected to the user can hear. The sound triggers uncontrollable tingling sensations and distracting daydreams about the user, making focus nearly impossible for 15 minutes.
First Condition: Only works on targets who have slept with the user.
Second Condition: Usable once per woman every 24 hours.
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Daily Item:
Cherry Silk Blindfold: 6,200 IP
Description: Blocks sight completely but doubles skin sensitivity for the wearer.
Weekly Item:
Craving Kiss (Passive): 22,000 Impregnation Points
Description: After kissing the user once, the target will develop a low-level craving for their mouth, taste, and breath until it's satisfied again.
Monthly Item:
Dream Imprint: 250,000 Impregnation Points
Description: The user can cause a chosen woman to have an intense, hyper-realistic sex dream about them and the woman will wake up with the memories along with the lingering physical arousal.
First Condition: Can only be used on someone the user has met in person.
Second Condition: Can only be used once ever on each target.
"The tease and please whistle?" Ricky laughed, unable to tear his way from the funny name.
"Y'know what, f*ck it."
DING
Instead of picking just one or two, Ricky decided to buy everything the shop had to offer. Flooded with IP points, he couldn't resist the temptation.
Part of it was his mood, an impulsive urge pushing him forward, but deeper down, he wanted to prove something to himself: that he wasn't just a hoarder, that he hadn't forgotten about the shop all this time.
'I'm gonna use the f*ck out of those drops,' Ricky thought, knowing his addictive saliva took too long to truly hook someone.
He muttered to himself absentmindedly for the next few minutes, cleaning Rosa gently while his eyes scanned over the new rewards sprawled before him.
Once she was mostly cleaned, Ricky draped his white collar shirt over her and pulled on his pants.
His dress had been ripped, and all he had left were a pair of boxers and his shoes.
He kissed her head softly, ready to carry her out, but then his eyes caught the chaotic mess of over two dozen paper towels scattered at the side.
Holding out his finger, he started to scratch a quick message on the counter before tossing a few bills beside it.
'Sorry about the mess, my bad - Ricky Luciano'
SIGH
'P.S - I also sort of ruined the other bathroom too.'
BAM
Kicking open the bathroom door, Ricky strode out of the bar with nothing but a pair of shoes and his underwear.
Looking around, Ricky realized he'd completely forgotten where he'd parked.
Until his eyes landed on the custom Ford, parked in not just one, but two spots.
SIGH
"What?" Ricky said in a totally not in the mood tone, realizing that there were multiple gazes locked onto him.
"You go, I only met him once-"
BAM
Mateo, mid-argument with his wife, was suddenly shoved out onto the open street.
He froze, eyes widening at the sight of Ricky; bare-chested, sweaty, and utterly unbothered by the world around him.
"Hey Rodrigo-"
"It's Mateo-"
"Whatever, why are you guys staring at me?" Ricky said, looking around as Rosa nestled peacefully in his arms, sucking her thumb as if never having been more comfortable than she was now.
"About those guys from earlier, they didn't mean-"
"Oh, that?" Ricky laughed, catching on as he shrugged.
"It happens, y'know what I mean?" he chuckled, brushing it off while Mateo laughed heartily in front of him.
"But if I ever see them near Rosa, I'll kill them." Ricky laughed harder, his words hanging in the air, freezing Mateo who wasn't sure if he was joking.
Then, without another word, Ricky turned and headed toward the custom Ford.
"M-Mr. Slick, y-you are kidding-" Mateo stammered, but Ricky just waved over his shoulder with a grin.
"See ya around Mateo!" Ricky called, strolling over to the car with a little hop in his step.
However, when he got into the driver's seat, he stuck his head out with a toothy grin.
"And I'm not joking, Mateo. I've killed guys for less." Ricky said, pressing his foot down hard as the tires spun wildly.
If they'd seen Rosa completely naked, it would've been a different story, but the only glimpse they got was Ricky's bare ass clenching as he peeled away.
Driving into the night, instead of just portaling to the house, he took in the cold air and the gentle sounds of the crickets outside.
All the new skills and items plastered off to the side, muti-tasking while he hummed a slight tune with Rosa sleeping peacefully in his lap.
But as he slowly closed the system screen, registering his new gain, Ricky felt something click.
A thought.
A revelation.
When he first arrived in this life, the system was simply given to him.
A strange gift from nowhere.
Back then, he hadn't questioned it.
He didn't have the mind or the patience for it.
Now, with his intelligence sharpened beyond anything human and transcending into the superhuman levels.
Compared to the idiot he once was, he began to see the edges of a larger truth.
Not all at once, not in the neat, academic sense.
More like a creeping presence, a shadow brushing the back of his mind.
He was an anomaly.
He was someone who grew stronger through lust, impregnating women and gaining massive rewards.
But there was a strange, almost unexpected benefit to his old stupidity, one he could only see now.
Back then, ignorance had protected him from the weight of what his existence really meant.
Because the more he thought about the system, actually taking account to what it meant as a whole, he realized something.
If he was the only one with this system, the only one the universe had chosen, or cursed, then he possessed an advantage no law of reality had ever promised to anyone else.
The car hummed softly along the dirt road, Rosa curled in his lap, breathing against him.
However, he held her absently, eyes fixed on the black stretch ahead.
Because his mind had drifted far beyond it.
With greater intelligence came more possibilities, an endless network of concepts branching outward like cracks in glass.
He could see them now, and with that clarity came a bitter taste.
As mentioned before, the surge in intelligence sharpened his recall, allowing him to grab more memories bit by bit.
Coupled with his mental magic, Ricky's brow furrowed deeply as his own reflection rippled and pulsed across the windshield.
He had been a fool.
Wasting time.
Playing small.
'Ricky Luciano is a threat, he must be eliminated!'
The second he pulled his skills back in, the words poured into his skull, his vision dimming to black, his free hand moving aimlessly as if his body was only half there.
Because what Ricky realized was, in essence, philosophy.
There was so much power in this universe.
So much that he couldn't even comprehend the scale.
And that was the real truth, he wasn't anywhere near the summit.
Gods existed.
Beings that could bend the very laws of the world.
And Ricky, to him, he could barely put down a gay wizard who had grown stagnant with time.
He was still an ant.
A bigger ant, maybe, but an ant all the same.
Vulnerable.
Crushable.
Replaceable.
'It's not enough.'
His ambitions, his progress, his victories, it all sort of felt like scraps to him, nothing more.
The victory that had tasted so sweet on his tongue slowly rotted into a bitterness of what lay ahead on this winding road.
And now, more than ever, Ricky understood one thing:
He needed more.
More.
And it was only now that Ricky understood what Abraham had been trying to tell him:
"Sometimes I regret being so strong, but what I don't regret is having the true power to control my fate. Because I'm glad there wasn't some random cosmic entity looking for a challenge who came after me. If you think you're really strong, wait 'til you realize the universe is f*cking huge."
The words echoed in his mind.
A thought, a feeling, manifesting in his mind that became clearer with every rise and fall of Rosa's breathing against his chest.
Her warmth was pleasant, but it wasn't enough.
She wasn't enough.
Ricky was grateful for the children she gave him and the love she showered on him.
But it was the kind of meal that satisfied hunger without ever curing starvation.
This wasn't about lust anymore, not entirely.
It was about dominion, about giving him a place within this cramped universe.
The system had given him strength, and had made him different.
But difference alone didn't matter in a universe where gods played with worlds like chessboards.
Treating existence as nothing more than a game.
It was almost ironic.
The moment he thought he had reached something, anything, he realized there was a higher rung just out of reach.
And above that rung?
Another.
Ricky realized it was infinite.
And now, his mind was cursed to see it.
Now, he thought of Merlyn, how much effort it had taken to kill him.
The fight had felt monumental at the time, but in hindsight, it was just nothing.
It was as simple as a skirmish in the mud.
The thought didn't terrify him, rather, it angered Ricky.
Because if they knew he existed, then they didn't even notice him or didn't care too since he was weak.
And that hateful thought made him tighten his grip on the wheel.
His reflection in the windshield looked alien now, black eyes swallowing the faint light from the dashboard.
'F*ck~' Ricky muttered, gritting his teeth as he searched through the whispers and yet, there was nothing of power speaking his name at the moment.
Not that he could hear.
So, his mind slowly started to run through the possibilities, strategies he couldn't have even imagined a year ago.
Ricky started to really think about power, not just in the streets, but in the realms beyond.
Mortal power was the foundation, but above that, there were currents only the gifted and the damned could swim in.
And if Ricky Luciano was going to survive, he would have to become more than whispered about.
He would have to become untouchable, on a universal scale.
And as Rosa shifted slightly in his lap, murmuring his name in her sleep, another realization formed.
After his fight with Merlyn, and his brief, telling conversation with Cedric, Ricky had decided to focus on quality.
Quality in women.
It was a simple enough chain of logic: if he kept going at his current pace, sooner or later his so-called "harem" would grow to ridiculous levels.
But with the system's grading, it made more sense to target women who possessed real power.
In theory, that would give him more bang for his buck, allowing him to advance faster without drowning in numbers.
At least, that was the plan, until he realized it still wouldn't be fast enough.
Because Ricky accidentally stumbled into the law of the jungle.
The law of the jungle is a situation where survival is paramount and the strong dominate, often with little regard for morality or established rules.
But what people tend to overlook is the jungle itself.
When you look into a forest, the first thing you would see are animals, the kings of the jungle.
They don't hide because they don't need to.
But how many creatures exist in a jungle?
How many species exactly live in a jungle?
One, two, maybe even hundreds, no one really knows just by looking.
What's clear, though, is that each is a vital part of the ecosystem, one that thrives on strength.
And throughout the vast numbers of species in the cosmos, humans are ants.
And Ricky was the anomaly of those ants.
However, what a normal person would do in this situation is hide within that jungle.
There's a reason why only a few predators reign supreme.
Because they crush anyone who tries to step out of their assigned role, enforcing their place in the ruthless hierarchy.
Now, the problem at hand was simple: Ricky Luciano couldn't stomach the logical choice.
Hiding away, slowly building strength until nothing on Earth could touch him.
Right now, he understood that patience was essential, not just on this endlessly expanding universe, but even more so across his own planet Earth.
But Ricky couldn't stomach being that way, acting that way, and that's when Ricky realized the thing that no one else had.
Most powerful beings were born with their gifts.
From the start of their lives, they carried that strength, and so they tended to look up; toward rivals, threats, and gods.
While ignoring the lesser creatures beneath them, it was the unspoken law of the jungle: unless you were prey, you were invisible.
Ricky was an ant.
And that was his greatest strength.
They would underestimate him every time.
He knew he could never underestimate them.
If he played this right, he could grow into something truly terrifying, something even gods would regret ignoring.
Because Ricky had never had ambition seep into his lust, not really.
Before, he would simply go with the flow, weaving himself into the lives of women who crossed his path.
They were prizes, yes, but incidental ones, more like beautiful distractions along the way rather than milestones toward something greater.
But now, it was different.
Now, Ricky wanted more.
More quality women.
More women who weren't just beautiful, but powerful.
Women whose names carried weight, whose presence could turn heads in courtrooms or command silence in council halls.
Women others feared to touch, not because of their beauty, but because of the consequences of going near them.
This wasn't only about indulgence anymore.
This was about leverage.
Every woman like that was more than a conquest; she was a fortress, one no one dared breach without the might of a trebuchet.
But Ricky didn't care about the walls or the defenses.
The only thing that mattered was if she was hot and for that shallow reason alone, something stirred deep inside him.
And for the first time in his life, lust and ambition burned together in the same fire, hotter than either had ever burned alone.
Then, upon it settling within his mind, Ricky slowly smiled as he drove closer to her home.
Now, his focus narrowed to just one woman.
One who held something he wanted, wrapped in a body that could make any man drool.
'I wonder what Selene's tastes like.'
Author's Note: Really think I nailed the bj scene ngl, also, put a section where Ricky starts being more aggressive with these woman that I've just strung in front of ya'll forever. Hope ya liked it.