by B. B. Hamel
And slowly I came down, a stupid smile on my face, my eyes fluttering again as the world came into focus.
I saw him, the smirk on his lips, the sweat on his brow.
I kissed him, pressed my breasts against his chest, and held him.
He held me there. We didn’t speak as I breathed hard, brain tingling, body numb.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Very good girl.”
I grinned and buried my face in his shoulder. “Oh my god,” I said.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he purred in my ear and pulled me down off the table. My legs felt wobbly and he held me up with a laugh.
“Sorry,” I said. “I’m just a little… oh, fuck.”
He turned me around, bent me over. He spanked my ass hard and grabbed my hair. “You’re just a little what?” he said.
“Nothing,” I moaned as he slid his cock inside me again.
I let him have me. There’s no other way to say it. I let him have his way, fuck me from behind, thrust his massive cock deep inside my pussy. Pleasure bloomed through me again as he grunted and growled and fucked me rough. He was merciless, taking his pleasure on my body. He spanked me, bit me, teased my breasts. He pulled my hair and slammed his massive cock between my legs.
And all the while, I was his.
I was his to use how he wanted. I was his to give him pleasure. My body, my moans, my lips, my tongue, my dripping wet pussy, my hard nipples. Every inch of my skin, it was all for him to use as he wanted. I was willing, god, I was so willing.
And he took every inch, took what he needed, what he wanted.
He fucked me mercilessly until his hands stiffened on my hips. I felt him thrust deep, groaning, as he came between my legs. Pleasure bloomed all through me, hot and flushed, a small orgasm, nothing like the one earlier, but still good, still pleasure. I sighed with satisfaction as he filled me then slipped out and leaned up against the pool table, breathing hard.
I leaned up against him and let him wrap his arms around me, holding me tight against his chest.
“Shit,” he said.
“You think so?”
He laughed, thoughtless and concise. “I don’t know where you learned to fuck like that, but goddamn, girl.”
I felt myself blush. “I didn’t learn to fuck anywhere,” I said. “And don’t be crude.”
He chuckled again and kissed my forehead. “All right,” he said. “I’ll do my best.”
I chewed on my lip as I tried not to smile. I didn’t want him to see how he made me feel, didn’t want him to know.
But I’m pretty sure he felt it already.
“Come on,” I said after a little while. “We should get dressed and go. You have work to do.”
“True,” he said. “Although I like you just like this.”
I felt the smile break free finally as I pulled myself away and collected my clothes. “If you like it so much, you can have fun undressing me again later.”
“You think there’ll be a later?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
I hesitated. “I don’t know,” I said.
He walked over, grabbed my ass, and pulled me against him.
“Of course there will be,” he said. “I’m half hard already just thinking about it.”
I pushed him away, grinning like a moron, and turned my back to him to get dressed. I felt him staring at me and looked over my shoulder.
He wasn’t kidding. He really was half hard.
“Get yourself under control,” I said.
“Yeah, yeah.” He took a deep breath and leaned his head back. “Just haven’t felt like that in a while.”
“Yeah,” I said, pulling on my panties. “Same.”
He gave me a look then shook his head and got dressed. When we had our clothes on, I straightened myself, fixed my hair, and held my hands out.
“How’s this?” I asked.
“You look like you just had the best sex of your life,” he said.
I dropped my hands. “Dick.”
“Come on,” he said, putting an arm over my shoulder and pulling me against him. “Let’s go start a war.”
I stared up at him, chewed on my cheek, and let him steer me out of that ostentatious room, and back into the hallway.
19
Vince
We stayed in my house for two days after that. Steven had his guys keep an eye on my place, which I said wasn’t necessary, but he did it anyway. I made some calls and set a few things in motion, but for the most part I watched old movies and tried to keep Mona entertained.
It wasn’t hard work, not really.
Not when I had her in my bed, sweating, moaning, sucking on my cock.
We fucked for two days, on and off. We watched movies, ate whatever I had in the house, then fucked again. I got to know the curves of her body, the sound of her moans, the way her pussy got slick when I licked her earlobe. I figured out what she liked, what she didn’t like, and I mercilessly exploited her body for my own pleasure.
And through it all, I had her moaning my name. I had her forgetting about the outside world.
I had her all to myself.
Two days of it, and on the morning of the third, I woke up with Mona still asleep by my side. She was naked except for a pair of panties. The sheets were pulled up around her chin and she looked like she was wrapped in a cocoon. I smiled a little, rubbed her round ass, then got out of bed. She stirred, grunted a little, but didn’t get up.
I brushed my teeth and showered. When I was done and drying off, I noticed my phone screen light up. I picked it up and found a text from my second-in-command, the guy I’d left in charge of my crew back in New York. He was a loyal soldier named Ambrose, someone I brought up with me back in the day.
Ambrose: Just got in. Forgot how small Philly was.
Me: Get used to it. We might be here a while.
Ambrose: Can’t say I’m excited about it.
Me: Home sweet home.
Ambrose: When should we meet up? Diego’s coming into the city later, I know he’s eager to talk.
Me: Swing by the house then we’ll go meet with Diego later.
Ambrose: All right then, see you soon, boss.
I put on a fresh suit, since I’d be doing some business today, and slipped my phone into my jacket pocket. I looked at Mona still asleep on the bed and considered waking her up, but decided against it. I headed downstairs, made coffee, started on some eggs and bacon, when there was a knock at the door.
I found Ambrose standing on the stoop wearing a denim shirt and dark jeans. He gave me a huge grin like he couldn’t believe I was actually there. He had dark brown eyes, dark hair cut short on the sides and pushed back up top in a stylish wave. He was about my height, worked out religiously, and always had his Glock tucked into the waistband of his jeans.
“Welcome back,” I said.
“Missed this place, man,” he said. “How long’s it been?”
“Years.” I stepped aside and gestured. “Come on in.”
Ambrose walked in and looked around. He gave a sharp laugh and pointed at the couch.
“You still got that thing?” he asked. “Didn’t we trash pick that, man?”
“God, no,” I said. “I got rid of that couch a long time ago.”
“Shit, looks similar.”
I tapped at the couch with my foot. “I liked the look of it, so I got a similar one.” I led him into the kitchen, got him some coffee, turned the bacon, and sat down at the table.
“All right,” Ambrose said, drinking the coffee and ignoring his eggs.
“So what’s the deal?” I asked. “You talked with Diego about the plan?”
“Yeah, man,” he said. “I talked to him.”
“And what did he say?”
Ambrose shook his head and blew on the coffee. “He said he was interested, but you know Diego. Wouldn’t go into any detail.”
“Annoying,” I said and crossed my arms. “But he’s coming down. That’s a real start.”
> “I’m not sure Diego’s going to go for this,” Ambrose said. “I mean, it would cause some real shit with the Jalisco.”
“The Jalisco can go fuck themselves,” I said. “We’ll provide all the firepower Diego needs.”
Ambrose raised up his hands. “No argument from me, boss,” he said. “But I’m just making an observation here. Diego’s cartel is strong, but the Jalisco are ruthless and consolidating power all over Mexico. I’m not sure they can stand strong.”
“This isn’t Mexico,” I said. “The Jalisco don’t run these streets.”
He gestured assent and sipped his coffee. There was a sound on the stairs and we both looked over as Mona stepped down wearing a tiny pair of shorts, barely big enough to cover her big, beautiful ass, and a low-cut tight tank top that might’ve been two sizes too small. She frowned at Ambrose, blinked a couple times, then crossed her arms over her chest.
“Oh, hey,” she said. “I didn’t know you’d, uh, have company.”
Ambrose laughed and gave me a sly look. “This the girl, huh?”
“Yeah, this is her,” I said.
“Pretty,” he said. “Really pretty. Where the fuck did you find her?”
“She fell into my lap,” I said.
“I’m standing right here,” Mona said. “You know I can hear you, right?”
“Smart girl, too,” I said. “You should see her when she takes off her—”
“I swear to God, Vince, if you finish that sentence I’ll cut off your dick.”
Ambrose threw back his head and laughed then grinned huge at me. “I like her,” he said.
“Me too,” I said.
She glared at us then shook her head. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“Mona, this is Ambrose,” I said. “He’s my top lieutenant from New York.”
“Oh,” she said. “Hi, uh, nice to meet you.”
“You too,” he said.
“Mona’s been staying with me,” I said to him. “She’ll be coming to the meeting.”
He turned his lips down at that and gave me a look. “You sure about that? You know how Diego can be around new people.”
“He’ll like her,” I said. “She’ll wear something slutty.”
“Hey,” Mona said. “Asshole.”
“It’ll help though,” Ambrose said, stroking his chin. He looked back at her. “No offense, but if you wore something slutty, I’m sure Diego would be too busy looking at your tits to care about anything else.”
“You can’t just say ‘no offense,’ then say whatever you want,” Mona said.
I snorted and stood up. “Seriously though,” I said. “She’s coming, so get used to the idea.”
“Fine,” Ambrose said. “I should call him up. Where do we want to meet?”
“Somewhere public,” I said. “There’s a park not too far from here. Clark Park. Tell him to meet us there.”
I caught Mona stiffen at the name of the park out of the corner of my eye, but ignored her.
“Yeah okay,” Ambrose said and pushed himself from the table. He walked past me and into the kitchen, already dialing a number on his burner phone.
I got up and walked over to Mona. She gave me an annoyed look and didn’t uncross her arms.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“My New York connection is here,” I said. “Ambrose is brokering the meeting.”
“Right,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I guess we couldn’t just stay inside forever.”
“I wish we could,” I said and reached out to uncross her arms. She let me with a little reluctance. “But unfortunately, the real world beckons.”
She looked away, down at the floor. “I don’t want the real world,” she said. “In the real world, I’m a journalist and you’re a mobster.”
“And your subject,” I said. “Pretty sure letting me fuck you raw for the last two days isn’t exactly common journalistic practice.”
She shot me a look then her face softened. “I know,” she said. “I’m trying to negotiate with myself here, you know what I mean?”
“I think so,” I said. “You’re trying to find that line.”
“Right,” she said, nodding in quick jabs of her head. “Exactly. I’m trying to find that line. On the one side, I’m the old Mona, you know, the journalist and all that. And on the other…”
“You’re the Mona that sweats as she rides my thick cock and moans as she swallows my cum.”
She blushed a little. “Yeah. Exactly.”
“Don’t worry about it too much,” I said. “You can be both, if you want.”
“I’m not sure it works that way.”
I tilted my head and touched her cheek. She nuzzled against my palm and closed her eyes.
“Mona, it works however the fuck we want it to work,” I said.
“All right,” Ambrose said from the kitchen. I dropped my hand from Mona’s cheek and turned as Ambrose held up his phone, shaking it toward us. “Just talked to Diego.”
“And?” I asked.
Mona took a few steps away from me, pacing toward the couch and back.
“He’ll meet,” Ambrose said. “Clark Park in an hour. He’s coming alone, and he’s not happy that you’re bringing a girl.”
“But he’s still coming,” I said.
“Yeah, looks like it.” Ambrose put his phone into his pocket. “You sure about this, boss?”
I looked at Mona for a long moment, watched her pace until she caught me staring and stopped. She uncrossed her arms and stretched, and I took a second to admire her body.
“I’m sure,” I said. “Now, who wants some food?”
I walked to the kitchen, my hands trembling with anticipation.
I pulled the SUV over across the street from the park’s entrance and killed the engine. Ambrose jumped out and stretched, but Mona lingered in the back seat for a second.
“Something wrong?” I asked as she stared out the window.
She shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine.”
I tilted my head but decided to let that slide. I stepped out onto the sidewalk and headed around the car as Mona climbed out. Ambrose followed, and the three of us walked up along the sidewalk, through the large gap in the black fence, and headed down along the asphalt.
Families lounged about in the sun, kids played on the swings, old men gathered around the chess tables. There must have been an intense game going on, because the crowd was heavy around one of the tables. I tugged Mona’s arm, pulled her against me, and walked along with her close. Ambrose followed at a little distance, and he gave me a nod when I looked back over my shoulder at him.
We made a slow circuit around the park like we were out for a stroll. Really, I wanted to see if I could spot any of Diego’s men trying to blend in. Nobody stood out, which didn’t mean all that much, but it was worth checking at least. I walked back down along the main path and slowed when I spotted Diego himself sitting on a bench right in the center of the park, surrounded by children playing on the grass nearby and pigeons eating a discarded hoagie on the ground.
I nodded to him and he narrowed his eyes as we approached. I felt Mona tense next to me and Ambrose stayed a few steps back.
“Diego,” I said.
“Vincent.” Diego tilted his head. “You’re late.”
He was a small man, stocky and heavy in the middle, with dark hair, tan skin, and dark eyes that were perpetually squinting. He wore a white and blue striped polo shirt tucked into a pair of tight jeans torn at the knees. He looked like Euro trash, except I knew that was just a front he put on.
Diego was the representative of his entire cartel up north of the border, and was one of the most dangerous men in the country.
I smiled like time meant nothing to me. “Had to make sure you really came alone.”
He spread out his hands. “You know me, Vincent. When I say something, I mean it.”
I nodded again and gestured to Mona. “This is Mona,” I said. “And Mona, this is
Diego.”
“Nice to meet you,” Diego said. “Take a seat, if you don’t mind. I always hate when people loom over me.”
I pulled my arm from around Mona’s shoulder and took a seat next to Diego. I patted the bench and Mona sat on my other side, her back straight, her hands in her lap. Ambrose lingered for a second then sat down on the next bench over, a little too far away to be a part of the conversation. He glared at Mona for a second then shoved his legs out, ankles crossed, hands behind his head like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Ambrose told me about your little proposition,” Diego said.
“Yeah?” I asked. “And what do you think?”
“I think it puts me and my people in a dangerous situation,” he said, his face neutral.
“I can see why you might think that,” I said. “But I believe the risks are smaller than you realize.”
Diego crossed his arms and shifted his bulk. “Go ahead and explain then,” he said.
“The Jalisco are strong in Mexico, there’s no doubt about that,” I said. “Down south, they run shit, and there’s no getting around it.”
Diego inclined his head. “That’s true,” he said.
“But we’re not down south. They’re not as strong here, and although they’re growing at a rapid pace, they haven’t built up strong networks in this city. There’s no reason to think they could win a war here, not with all the wars they’re fighting on their own home turf. I hear they’re expanding into Sinaloa territory, aren’t they?”
“That’s their goal, anyway,” Diego said. “The Sinaloa aren’t exactly rolling over.”
“But it means they’re busy elsewhere,” I said. “It means they don’t have the men to send up north to fight for some little city they don’t care about. You own New York, so why not own Philly, too?”
Diego stroked his chin and jutted it out for a moment. He grunted and shook his head. “I don’t know,” he said. “You make it sound easy.”
“It won’t be easy,” I said. “You’ll piss the Jalisco off and they probably won’t ever forget about it. But we’ll help you take this city, and when it’s all done, we’ll be your biggest buyers. You’ll double your income in the span of a week.”