Kingpin

by Alexa Riley

  “It will have to be quick.” I say, sliding my hand up her bare thigh. “And you’ll have to be quiet.”

  She bites her bottom lip and nods. She looks so innocent sitting on the dick that’s about to impregnate her.

  Reaching down, I hit the button for the seat to move back as far as it can. I lift her hips a little so she can put her legs on either side of my hips while she’s facing me.

  “You’re lucky I’ve got every cop in this town on my payroll and they know to stay the fuck away from my car.” I lean back a little and push her waitress uniform the rest of the way up to expose her lavender panties. “Show me your pussy.”

  I unbuckle my belt and unzip my slacks as I watch her delicate fingers pull the cotton material to the side and expose her tight little cunt.

  “Fuck. Seeing it like this in the light of day is too much, angel. It’s so pink and pretty.” I stroke my cock up and down, starting at her cunt, and lick my lips. But after a few pumps it’s not enough. “Lift up, you’re going to slide down on me and ride it.”

  She kneels on either side of the seat and holds her panties out of the way as she sinks down slowly on my aching length. The width of my dick stretches her, and she has to rock up and down in order to wet it and take every inch.

  “You would think I’d have that sweet pussy of yours broken in already. But you keep tightening back up again.” I grip her hips and rock her back and forth, feeling her cervix brush over the tip of my dick. “I guess this just means I’m going to have fuck you every few hours so I can keep you ready for me.”

  “Oh god,” she moans, and her eyes start to fall closed.

  “Try again, angel,” I say, rubbing my finger and thumb on her clit before pinching it. It makes her cry out as her eyes snap to mine.

  “Salvatore,” she gasps, licking her lips.

  “That’s better.”

  I pull down the front of her dress, hearing a rip but not giving a fuck. I lean forward, sucking a nipple into my mouth, and her hands come to my hair to grip me and hold me tight against her.

  “After I give you every drop of my cum, I want you to bend over and put your ass in the air so I can taste your pregnant pussy.” She clenches on me hard, and I give her a cocky smile. “You know I’m right, don’t you?” I look down and see where we’re connected.

  “I don’t know.” Her words are breathless as she rides me like I’m the prize stud at the Kentucky Derby.

  “Yeah, you do,” I say, running my hand along her belly. “I’ve taken you bare, and there’s nothing to stop me. Is there?”

  She shakes her head and I smile. “Say it, angel.” Her hips move faster as I pet her clit.

  “There’s nothing stopping you.”

  “That’s right, baby. If I want to get you pregnant, I will. And that’s what I plan on doing. So after I give you this load you’ve worked so hard for, and I eat that pussy holding my baby, I want you to turn around and suck my dick clean.”

  “Fuck,” she moans, and clenches on me.

  “God, you’re going to taste so sweet after that cunt pops and you cream me up.” I lick my lips and lean back a little more. “Don’t be shy.”

  I put my hand over her mouth as her head goes back and she screams into my palm. Her release is intense, and I have to hold her waist with my other arm as she bucks on top of me. I feel her release run down my dick and I follow her over the edge.

  Holding her steady, I pump into her, feeling every drop of my release coat her. All the extra that can’t fit runs down my cock and trickles between us. The two of us combined are a mess, but it won’t be that way for long.

  Pulling Thea off my cock, I bend her over so her upper body is splayed across the passenger seat. I push her legs apart and bury my face in her pussy while she’s still pulsing from her orgasm. She’s soaking, warm and soft after getting fucked so good, and I moan against her puffy lips. I suck her clit in my mouth and then lick her clean. It only takes a few seconds before she’s moving her hips and riding my face. But I don’t get her off again. I want to wait until she’s home and I can spread her out.

  “That’s enough for now,” I say, giving her pussy one last kiss and then flipping her dress back down to cover her up. “You can have more when I can fuck you again.”

  She moves over to her seat and reaches for the belt to buckle her up. She looks at me like I’m crazy, but we’ve spent enough time outside this empty restaurant with no one passing by. I’m not pushing our luck.

  I put the car in drive and pull out into traffic. She looks at me, blushing and eyeing my still-hard cock that I haven’t put away.

  “Suck it clean, angel.”

  The excitement in her eyes could light up the streets. She leans over the console and grabs me with both hands, her mouth covering the tip, and she starts to suck.

  I take a fistful of her hair, holding her steady as I pull into traffic and hit the gas.

  “All the way,” I command, feeling her mouth take more of my cock. “Fuck, that’s it, just like that. Good girl.”

  She glides up and down, licking every hard inch. When she gets to the tip, she runs her tongue around the bell end and I nearly cum in her mouth.

  Gripping her hair tighter, I pull her up a little. “I said suck it clean, angel. I didn’t say to make me cum in your mouth. I think I’m going to have to spank you for that.”

  “Just a little longer,” she whines, and I look down to see her big eyes pleading with me.

  “We’re almost home, so just a second.”

  She doubles her efforts this time, like she’s trying to get me off. I grit my teeth as I turn into our neighborhood, and pray I can hold out just another second.

  “Oh, you’re so getting spanked,” I promise, and she giggles with her mouth full of cock. “Sit up, Thea. We’ve got cameras coming up.”

  The words are enough to get her to stop playing, and she sits up, licking her lips and giving me a wicked smile. I tuck my cock away as I pull into the driveway and up to the front of the house.

  When I park, I go around to the other side of the car and open her door, yanking her out and pulling her up into my arms.

  “The devil doesn’t grin with that much evil,” I say as we pass the entrance and some of the staff. I carry her straight up to bed and kick the door closed behind us. I toss her on the bed, and she laughs right before I grab her ankle and pull her to the end of the bed. “Bend over. You’re about to get it.”

  “I think you mean this as a threat,” she says, sliding off her dress slowly, then taking off her underwear, too. “But telling me you’re going to spank me or make love to me isn’t exactly punishment.”

  She’s right, but I’m not about to tell her that.

  I watch as she comes to the edge of the bed and bends over, spreading her legs. She looks back at me over her shoulder and eyes me with invitation.

  “Fuck,” I groan at the sight of her. Her round ass up in the air, ready for me. I don’t know where to start, but I’ve got all the time in the world.

  “I want the Kingpin,” she says, and winks at me.

  This woman not only has me by the heart and soul, but she’s got me by the balls, too. I’m okay with that, though. Because the more ways I’m wrapped around her, the better.

  “Be careful what you ask for,” I say, moving behind her and sliding my cock into her wet opening. “You just might get it.”

  “Forever?” she asks on a moan when I thrust all the way inside.

  “And ever,” I reply, kissing her shoulder as I work my thick cock in and out of her.

  “I love you, Salvatore.”

  “I love you, too, angel.” I wrap one arm around her waist while the other slips between her legs. “And I can’t wait to love the family we make.”

  Epilogue

  Thea

  Four years later…

  “Can I help you, ma’am?”

  I look up to see the young clerk standing closer than I realized. I was too busy reading the back of t
he book to notice someone had walked over.

  “No, I’m fine thank you,” I say. I give him a polite smile and move a little away from him and put the book at my side.

  “That’s a great book if you’re thinking about reading it. The author has a great way of giving details without making it boring.”

  I look up at him and raise an eyebrow. I’m currently holding a copy of Mounted by the Bear, the seventh book in a shifter series I’m dying for. I doubt this guy has any clue what book I’m here for.

  “Go away.” I hear the deep rumble of my dear husband from behind the clerk and I have to bite back a smile.

  “Yes,” he says and moves quicker than I expected for someone his size.

  “Thanks for that,” I say, walking to where Salvatore is standing. “It’s embarrassing enough buying a paperback of this book. I don’t need some kid trying to shame me.”

  “Did he give you any shit?” His eyes narrow in the direction he went in.

  “No, I think he was trying to impress me with his knowledge of literature. I’m not sure. Either way, I’m ready to go. Are you?”

  “I got you a smoothie. I’ll take your book and check out for you,” he says, leaning down and kissing me on the neck before taking my book and handing me my fruity beverage.

  I love that he’s not embarrassed by what I like to read. And he’s willing to do it for me so I don’t have to turn beet red at the checkout.

  I shoot a quick text to Emma, who’s watching the kids. She was our live-in nurse before she became part of the family. She sends me back a picture of six boys and a giant pile of Legos. I shake my head and smile. Four of them are hers, and they look just like their father.

  Salvatore and I have been blessed with two boys, and I reach down, rubbing my belly, hoping that this time it’s a girl. He wants at least two more, but he never likes finding out beforehand. He likes it to be a surprise and I like being able to make him happy.

  He’s stayed true to every promise he ever made me, and he’s given me all that I’ve asked for and more. There’s only ever been a few ways I’ve been able to pay him back, and that happens to be one of them.

  We should all know in a couple of weeks what we’re having, and I’m about to burst with excitement. I feel like this pregnancy is so different than my last two, but who knows. As long as the baby is healthy, that’s all I want.

  I spot a pink sparkly cover out of the corner of my eye and I take a step over to see what it is. As I reach for the book, I feel the familiar pain shoot across my belly and down my back.

  “Oh shit,” I whisper, and grab on to the bookshelf.

  Before it’s even possible, Salvatore is at my side and wrapping his arm around me.

  “Angel, talk to me,” he says worriedly, and I breathe through the pain.

  “The baby. It’s time,” I clip, feeling the contraction hit hard. Harder than with my other pregnancies.

  “Ambulance, now!” I hear Salvatore shout, and the next thing I know he’s carrying me out of the store.

  His men are waiting outside and it’s one of the few times I’m really glad they’re with us. Three of the guys help Salvatore get me in the back and keep me stable while one jumps in the front and hits the gas.

  I have three more contractions, one on top of the other, before we can make halfway to the hospital. There’s a tractor trailer turned over and the traffic is backed up.

  “Use the emergency lane!” Salvatore shouts to the driver, and he’s trying to. He’s got the hazard lights on and he’s honking the horn, but people aren’t getting out of the way.

  “Sal, I don’t want to have my baby in this car,” I cry out as another one hits me.

  “Shh. Breathe, Thea. Breathe, baby,” he soothes, rubbing my back. “Just think, we probably conceived him in here.”

  I want to laugh, but the pain is taking over, and I feel like I might pass out.

  “Get this thing moving, or so help me god, I’m going to start shooting!” Salvatore roars, and every one of his guys are on the phone.

  Suddenly in the distance I hear the sirens and I think we must be close to the accident. Sweat is pouring down my face and I’m alternating between chills and pain as the pressure to push grows.

  “They’re here,” one of the guys says, and I look out the window.

  There’s a fleet of Los Angeles police cruisers coming up and making a path for us. Our driver scoots in behind them, and we start moving. The car is going faster than I’ve ever gone before, and I’m praying it speeds up.

  “The Kingpin getting a police escort for his pregnant wife,” I say, gasping for air. “You’ll be on the news,” I groan as another contraction hits even harder this time.

  “Anything for my angel,” he says, trying to rub my back and keep me from falling to the floor.

  “I knew you were trouble the first time we met.” I say, and Salvatore laughs.

  “I thought the same thing.” He looks into my eyes, and finally I’m able to focus. The pain recedes some and I’ve got my breathing under control. “I got your book.”

  I smile, knowing he’s trying to distract me. I don’t care, though, as long as it works. One look at him and I know I can make it through anything. He’s my rock and my best friend. He gives a whole new meaning to the phrase partner in crime, and I know that if he tells me it’s going to be okay, then he will make it so.

  We make it to the hospital surrounded by cops with a group of nurses and doctors waiting on us. I’m rushed into the delivery room, and nine minutes later, I’ve got my baby boy in my arms.

  Life couldn’t be better.

  Epilogue

  Salvatore

  Ten years later…

  “Salvatore, I can’t wait.”

  I look down at her red sequined dress. It goes all the way to the floor, and my eyes travel every inch of it.

  “It wraps at the waist, and I didn’t wear panties.” Her eyes are hungry and pleading. “Please. I’ll be quick.”

  “Liar,” I growl, and push her up against the wall.

  We have a room full of guests just on the other side of this door, and I can hear them all talking at the dinner table.

  Moving my hands down, I take my hard cock out and watch as she reaches for the front of her dress. It wraps around her body so the front splits in two when she releases the clasp at her hip, revealing her naked body from the waist down.

  “I’m going to fuck you against this door so you can hear how many people are waiting for me to fuck you so they can eat their dinner.” She bites her lip as a flush of excitement hits her cheeks. “Spread them.”

  She does as I ask, spreading her lips, and I push my cock into her wet folds. I don’t penetrate her yet, just slide in between them, feeling her slick need coat me. If someone were to walk in on us right now from behind, we look completely innocent. Her dress covers all of her except the place she needs me most, and only my cock is out of my slacks. This is going to be quick and dirty.

  “And what are you going to do after I fuck you and leave you with a load of cum between your thighs?” I ask, placing both palms on either side of head.

  Her breath is shaky as she looks up at me through her lashes. “Let it drip down my legs. I want to look at you from across the table and know that you’ve marked me. That if I spread my thighs and you drop your napkin, you could look up my dress and see the mess you’ve made of me.”

  “Fuck,” I growl, and grab her hips, lifting her. Her legs go around my waist right before I thrust my dick all the way inside her. “You love to tease me.”

  “It’s my second favorite pastime,” she says, running her fingers through my hair and locking eyes with me. “My first is riding you.”

  She moves her hips in the way I love best, and I nearly drop her. There are murmurs on the other side of the door, and I have to keep my voice low.

  “If you want a spanking you could just ask for one,” I say, squeezing her ass and fucking her harder.

  She moans and
bites her lip, remembering we have company. “This way is more fun.”

  I roll her hips down and lengthen my strokes so every time, I glide past her clit. She tenses at the new sensation but doesn’t move as I work in and out of her. She’s building fast after all our teasing and I know she’s close.

  When the first clench of her pussy grips me, I know I’ve got her. I thrust in easy strokes, working her over the edge and into paradise. I follow her, pumping her full of cum and feeling the ache in my cock at the release. Seeing her like this, lost in pleasure and needing more, I’m ready to fuck her all over again.

  “Save some for later.” She winks at me and wiggles down off my cock.

  I moan at the loss of her tight heat and watch as she ties her dress closed. I’m putting my cock away when she leans up and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. Then she winks at me right before she flings open the door and walks out, saying a loud hello to everyone. People are talking amongst themselves, and if they heard us, they’d make a point to not say anything.

  I manage to come up behind Thea and slip my hand into hers as we walk in. I lean in close and whisper to her. “Oh, you’re getting it bad tonight.” I hold her chair out for her and help her take her seat. Leaning down, I place a kiss on her neck, and she answers me in a low voice.

  “That’s the plan, my love.”

  She blows me a kiss as I step away and take a seat across the long table from her. Then her smile turns beyond wicked as I unfold my napkin and make a dramatic display of dropping it.

  Two can play this game.

  The End…

  Bonus Story!

  Giovanni and Emma

  Prologue

  Giovanni

  Moments ago, I was cursing Sal, my boss. I’d been up for more than twenty-four hours. The job he’d sent me on in the middle of the night lasted well past morning. Most of it was spent getting the information I needed from someone with a mouth that was a little too loose. After I got what I wanted from the mouth, I made sure it wouldn’t open again.