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her, and he was more than big. He was nearly painfully big. The only thing keeping the pain at bay was that the head of his cock rubbed continually against that lovely g-spot so deep inside. Testing out the girth of him, Pan wiggled her body up and down.
    “Ready?” Emilio groaned.
    “Not yet,” she said and again wiggled up and down.
    Emilio groaned even louder. She felt him swell inside her. The sensation was almost overwhelming.
    “Baby, if I don’t move soon, the show is going to be over.” He reached rubbed a finger over her clit. The muscles inside fluttered.
    Pan pulled back from him, slipped his cock out until just the head was left. She swirled her hip a few times with just the tip in and Emilio was sure he would lose his mind. Her legs snapped around his back, slamming him into her.
    Both moaned as he bottomed out in her.
    Emilio came up on his knees, lifting her hips off the bed so he could hold her as he fucked her. He hammered into her without mercy, pushing himself firming again her g-spot. The sound of slapping skin and grunting filled the air.
    Pushing in a few more times, Emilio felt the fluttering of her muscles working at a faster pace and knew she wouldn’t be long. As it was, he had been holding off on his own release, waiting for that moment she tumbled over.
    Pan felt like her whole body was on fire. Whatever he was doing to her was magic. Just before her orgasm took her over, Pan stared at the bronze god above her, black hair jumping over his blazing eyes, muscles rippling with each thrust. Watching him power into her, Pan let go and felt the rush of a fantastic orgasm.
    As her muscles clamped down, Emilio thrust in two more times and shot his seed deep inside her, shaking from the force of his release.
    He sighed when he felt himself finally shrink back to normal and rolled off of her. Draping an arm over her, he pulled her snug against him as they drifted off to sleep.
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    The shrill sound of the cell made Emilio jump. He grabbed if off the bedside table and looked at the face. Nic’s name flashed before him. He climbed out of bed as stealthily as he could and went into the sitting area.
    “What’s going on?” he asked in hushed tones through the receiver.
    “Well, well. If it isn’t Emilio Diaz.” Emilio stilled at the menacing voice of Max.
    “Where the fuck is Nic?” Emilio walked into the bedroom, grabbed his clothes and went back to the sitting room to put them on.
    “Well that depends on you.” Max laughed over the line. The dead sound of it sent a chill down his spine. “See, thanks to your little bitch, I’m out quite a bit of money.”
    Emilio peeked through the door. Pan lay sleeping peacefully on the bed.
    “What am I supposed to do about that?” Emilio stilled his shaking hand. He had to play this cool. Max wasn’t a guy to fuck with.
    “Don’t get smart with me, you little prick. I’m out twenty grand thanks to your worthless father and ten for the whore.” He could hear Max take in a draw from his cigarette, likely to calm his own nerves. Being in debt that much meant he owed. And if owing Max was bad, Emilio could only guess the kind of people Max would owe.
    “See, I’ve been thinking,” Max continued. “I’ve got all these debts and no collateral. So maybe I just take Nic here as collateral. That is, unless you’ve got the cash I want.”
    Emilio stilled. There was no way. He could come up with some, but there was no way.
    “I’ve got fifteen.”
    “No good enough!” Max shouted into the phone. The sound of things being thrown around made Emilio worry for his brother’s safety.
    “I’ve got fifteen and my bike. You know it’s worth more than the debt.” Emilio waited, his heart lodged firmly in his throat.
    “Deal. Meet me at the warehouse, and don’t try anything funny.”
    “Let me talk to Nic.”
    “Fine.”
    Emilio could hear rustling through the phone.
    “Emilio?” Nic scared voice came on the line.
    “I’m