by B. B. Hamel
“Rafa,” I moaned as he worked me, his tongue amazing against my swollen and aching clit. I couldn’t believe how badly I needed it, but now that I had his mouth between my legs, I realized that I was going to burst. I’d been dreaming about him, thinking about his body day after day since we met, despite all the fear and the confusion.
I moved my hips in time with his mouth, and he worked me, his fingers deep inside me. I could feel that I was getting close, so close to coming in his perfect mouth.
But he pulled back and stood up. He kissed me, and I quickly pulled his jacket off and then unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to see his muscular body so badly. I felt his chest and abs, tracing the inky lines of tattoos along his torso. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his belt off.
He let his pants drop to the ground, and then he dragged me over toward the couch, kissing me the whole time. His body was incredible in nothing but a white button-down shirt open at the front and black boxer briefs. When we got close to the couch, I pushed him down and then knelt in front of him.
He smirked as I slowly pulled down his boxer briefs. “Ah fuck,” he said as I took his thick cock in my hand. I bit my lip, staring at his thick, large cock, and slowly began to stroke him. He took a handful of my hair.
“You’re a dirty fucking girl for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I said.
“And you want to suck this cock nice and hard.”
“Please.”
He slowly pressed me down, and I took his cock between my lips. I groaned as I began to suck him, and he grunted his pleasure. I loved sucking his thick cock, loved the way he groaned as I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as I could.
He pressed me down, pushing his cock into my throat. I began to suck him faster, jerking off his shaft, working him with my lips and tongue.
“Suck that big dick, you dirty girl,” he said. “I want to see that cock disappear between your pretty lips.”
I groaned as I worked him faster, sucking him harder. I wanted to make him feel how I felt, wanted his cock to be as hard as it possibly could.
He groaned and then pulled me back, kissing me hard. He stood and pushed me aside before quickly walking over to his pants. He fished something out and walked back over to me, pulling me to my feet.
He pushed me down onto the couch, turning me so that I was kneeling. I heard him rip open a condom and roll it down his cock as he spread my legs nice and wide.
My pussy was exposed and dripping wet. I looked over my shoulder as he knelt down behind me and began to lick my pussy from behind. I moaned, so shocked. He was so dirty, but it felt incredible.
He stepped back and took my hips. I stared over my shoulder at him, and he leaned forward, the tip of his cock pressed against me.
“Say please,” he whispered.
“Please, Rafa. Fuck me.”
He pressed his cock deep inside me. I was so slick that he slid deep inside me with a single thrust. I moaned, grasping the back of the couch as he held my hips firmly.
He tipped my chin back and kissed me, pressed himself deep inside me for a moment. I couldn’t believe I could take his thick cock, but pleasure and pain mingled inside me with such a delicious intensity that I could barely think. He gripped my hips and began to slide in and out, moving faster, grinding deep inside me.
“Fuck me, Rafa,” I moaned. “Oh shit.”
He slapped my ass. “I love watching this pretty little pussy swallow my big cock. You’re fucking dripping wet for me.”
“I’m so wet,” I moaned. “God, I can’t help it.”
“You’re damn right you can’t.” He began to fuck me faster, and I moved my hips in time with him, savoring the slap of his skin against mine, his cock filling my every inch.
He slapped my ass, and I moaned at the delicious sting. He grabbed my hair harder as his cock slammed deeper into me, fucking me with a wild abandon that I’d never felt before. Desire was ringing throughout my core, filling my every inch, and I wanted only to be filled by him, fucked by him over and over again.
I began to work my hips, bucking my ass back against him, desperate for more. I gripped the back of the sofa as he slammed himself into me, him tipping my chin back with his hands. He reached around my side and began to work my clit as he fucked me, rocking back and forth.
I matched his motions. I could feel his lips against my ear. “I want you to come on this big, fat cock, you dirty fucking girl.”
“Rafa,” I moaned. “I want it.”
“God damn right you do. You want this thick cock.”
“I need it.”
“You do fucking need it. Work this fucking cock, girl.”
I moved my hips, moaning, my mind completely blank. I could feel the orgasm building through me, slowly taking shape in my core. It was an unstoppable wave, and I knew it would wave me completely away.
But he pulled back before it could break over me. He sat back on the couch and pulled me over to him. I straddled his hips, his mouth against my chest, his tongue teasing my nipples, as I slowly lowered myself down along his cock.
I slid down his shaft and moaned, my hands on his shoulders.
“Fuck, that’s right,” he said. “Slide down along that big dick. Ride my fucking cock. I want to see your face as you come.”
“You want to watch?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he said. “I want to see everything.”
I began to work my hips, riding him up and down, sliding along his thick cock. I kissed him hard and then began to work my ass faster, sliding up and down, taking his big dick deep inside me. He grabbed my hips and helped me along, thrusting in time with my movements.
We worked together like that, sweat dripping down my body as he fucked me mercilessly. I rode that cock and loved it, pleasure flowing through me.
I looked into his intense eyes, and I saw something there. I didn’t expect it, but it was something more than pure lust. I stared into his gaze as I rode him, faster and faster, taking his thick cock deep inside me.
The idea hit me harder than any orgasm, and I knew it was totally insane. Rationally, I knew I shouldn’t do it.
I slid up, letting him slip out of me, and then reached back. I found his cock and pulled the condom off him.
He cocked his head at me, a small smile playing on his lips. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up,” I said, and slowly slipped back down along him.
He groaned. “Fucking shit,” he said. “God damn. I love that. My skin against your skin. Nothing in the fucking way.”
I kissed him and began to ride him again, the pleasure doubled. I didn’t know why, but I trusted him, trusted him completely. Maybe his plan was insane, but it was his plan, and so far he had kept me safe, even fought for me.
He fucked me with a renewed passion. I rode him faster, taking his thick cock deep inside me, moaning for it. I wanted him to fill me with his cum so badly. I wanted him to fill me to the absolute brim.
He grabbed my hips and stood, his cock still inside me. He turned me, pressing my back down on the couch, and spread my legs wide.
Rafa fucked me rough like that, and I watched his muscular body tense as he worked me. I reached forward to touch his chest, pressing my breasts together. His thumb found my clit as he fucked me, and I knew I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
The orgasm washed over me. Every muscle in my body tensed and contracted. I couldn’t stop the moans coming out of my mouth as I said his name over and over again, begging for him to fuck me, begging for him to fill me with his cum.
And as I came, I felt him stiffen. I felt him come inside me, filling me up, his cock buried deep inside me.
We came together like that, our bodies sweating, our eyes locked on each other. I’d never felt so fucking good before, so fucking free. I knew it was insane to feel that way about a stranger getting me pregnant, but I needed that, needed the moment of him inside me, fucking me, coming inside me, making me his.
And
finally we finished. Together we finished, and he pulled himself out of me, collapsing onto the couch next to me. I could feel him still inside me, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“That was unexpected,” he said.
“I guess I decided that I trust you.”
“Good.” He took my chin and kissed me. “Keep trusting me.”
I nodded and snuggled my head into his chest. He wrapped his big, muscular arms around me, and we stayed like that for a long time.
16
Rafa
I woke up in an unfamiliar apartment on an unfamiliar couch. It took me half a second to realize that I was still at Cassidy’s, and she was sleeping in my arms.
Dim street lights through the windows. Black television, gray carpet. I took a deep breath and smelled Cassidy’s shampoo.
I could barely believe what had happened between us. I knew I’d end up fucking the girl, but I never actually thought I’d try to get her pregnant.
Too late for second thoughts. Not that I was having any, but still. It was done, and she was either pregnant or she wasn’t. There was no turning back from this.
I gently got up from the couch, making sure she didn’t wake up. I put on my clothes and rooted through her kitchen until I found the bottle of whisky and a glass.
I poured myself a shot, knocked it back, and poured another.
I had just tried to get her pregnant. I was willing to do that for her, to save her, all because I was sick of the fucking mafia destroying women and using them up. I’d done some bad shit in my life, and even been a dick to plenty of innocent women, but I had never hurt any.
The mob did that to a man. They could take the important things away and change him. For some reason, Cassidy made me want to change back.
Maybe it was this whole war—with the Russians, with the Spiders, with my own people. It had been war all the time, constantly, for years. Maybe I wanted to try something good for once instead of reveling in death and destruction like I had for so long.
The memory of her body pressed against mine played through my mind as I finished my second drink and poured a third. She was a perfect pussy, tight and soaking wet, and she’d been gorgeous as she sucked my cock. I’d never felt so fucking good before, not with any other woman I’d fucked. Cassidy was different.
I had felt it the first moment we met. I’d felt it when I introduced her to my old life. And I felt it sitting in her kitchen, drinking her whisky, wondering if she was really going to get pregnant or not.
I sighed, sipping my drink, and got my phone out of my pocket. I frowned at the several missed calls from Vince. I called him back.
He answered after two rings.
“Rafa,” he said. “Where the fuck are you?”
“With the girl.”
“Shit, man. Do you know what I’m dealing with?”
I had a feeling I did.
“What?”
“Ernesto. And he’s fucking pissed.”
“I take it he’s unhappy I beat the fuck out of his two goons.”
“Yes, he is. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I was thinking the asshole wants Cassidy for himself, and I wasn’t taking any chances.”
He sighed. Vince sounded stressed, but he wasn’t angry. He wasn’t such a fucking pussy that he was afraid of pushing Ernesto’s buttons.
“Tell me next time,” he said, “so I don’t have to get blindsided.”
“Sorry about that, boss.”
“What happened anyway?”
“He had two goons waiting outside Cassidy’s place. I didn’t know what they wanted, and I didn’t feel like asking.”
“He says he put them there for her protection.”
I laughed softly. “Doubtful.”
“I doubt it too, but Arturo is unhappy.”
“Tell Arturo to grow a pair.”
“He thinks the whole fucking organization is about to go up like a fucking bomb.”
“Tensions are high.”
“You’re fucking right they are. Arturo isn’t wrong to be paranoid. There’s a rip down the middle of the mob, and shit is going to go down sooner or later.”
“You think Ernesto is going to try to stir that shit up now?”
“Maybe. I can’t be sure.”
“How much danger is Cassidy in?”
He paused. “I don’t know that either.”
“Fuck.” I knocked back my drink. “What time is it anyway?”
“Two in the morning.”
‘The fuck you doing awake?”
“You know I don’t sleep.”
I laughed. “Good point.”
“Look, I think you should bring her in.”
“You fucking kidding me?”
“I’m not kidding. Bring her to the mansion. We can keep a closer eye on her. I have muscle here.”
“So does Ernesto.”
“And so does everyone. Nobody makes a move in here. You know that.”
I sighed, pouring myself another. He did have a point. Nobody fucked with the sanctity of the compound, or at least they never had. There were too many guys with too many different levels of loyalty to really try to make a move.
It seemed crazy, though. The mansion was the center of the Barone family power. Arturo would be there, Ernesto would be there, and anyone else who might want Cassidy, too. We might be outnumbered, depending on what all the bosses wanted at the time.
But it was also the safest place. We could watch her closely. We could have lots of guys around at all times. Guarding her in this apartment would be a huge expense and a pain in the ass. We just couldn’t do it, even if we wanted to.
I didn’t want to go to that fucking place. I wanted to get her as far away from them as possible. But if Vince thought it was best, I had to trust him.
“Okay,” I said finally. “Fine. I’ll bring her in.”
“I know you don’t want to. We’ll work this out.”
“Yeah,” I grunted. “Sure.”
“I’ll tell the staff.”
“Later.”
I hung up the phone and sighed. I finished my last drink.
What shitty whisky.
I walked quietly into the living room and watched her sleep for a second. She was beautiful and calm, innocent and idealistic. She should have been my enemy. She wanted to shut down my people.
But I wanted her more than I could even begin to understand.
I crouched down next to her and softly said her name. She blinked and woke up slowly.
“Hey,” she said.
“We need to go.”
She sat up, rubbing her eyes. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself. “Uh, what?”
“Sorry.” I stood up. “We need to go somewhere safer.”
“What are you talking about? Is something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, but we’re not that safe here. We need to go.”
“Rafa, I don’t want to go anywhere.”
“Get your stuff together. I’ll drag you out if I have to.”
She stared at me defiantly for a second, and that made my cock stir. But finally she stood up. “Fine,” she said, and disappeared back into her bedroom.
I grinned to myself and leaned up against the door. She didn’t want to leave, and I didn’t blame her.
But she had no clue what was in store for her.
17
Cassidy
The mansion was set just outside the city on a huge plot of land. I thought we were driving through the wilderness, but really we were just driving through the compound’s outer forest.
The mansion itself was enormous. I’d heard of places that big before, but I’d never actually seen anyway. It looked more like a hotel than a house. We parked in a parking garage under the building, and Rafa climbed out.
“Welcome to the heart of crime,” he said.
“It’s huge.”
“You have no clue. This place was built like a fortress.”
“How many rooms
does it have?”
He shrugged. “A fucking lot. It’s a goddamn five-star hotel. You’ll see.”
He led the way, walking into the main building.
The entryway took my breath away. It was all gilding and beautiful sculptures. The paint on the walls alone looked more expensive than everything I owned, not to mention the paintings. They were gorgeous, and I even recognized one of them. It should have been in a museum.
But instead, it was hanging in the foyer of the mafia’s mansion.
“Come on,” Rafa said. “We’ll go to Vince’s office.”
“Who’s Vince?”
“My boss.”
“Why does a mobster have an office?”
He laughed. “There’s more business involved than you’d think.”
“I thought you guys went around breaking kneecaps and threatening people.”
“We do. Well, I do. Vince doesn’t so much anymore, not since he started a family.”
“Mobster with a family. That’s a surprise.”
“Anyone can have a family.” I shrugged. “Maybe everyone deserves one.”
I followed him through the halls, too busy looking around at the paintings and the expensive splendor to think about what he had said. I was totally blown away, taken aback and surprised by what I was seeing.
The mansion was more like a museum than anything else. Priceless art lined the twisting hallways. I was lost as soon as we started forward into the interior. The place felt like it was built like a maze.
After a few minutes of walking, Rafa stopped outside a door. He turned toward me.
“You’re about to meet my boss.”
“Okay,” I said. “So what?”
He shrugged. “Come on.” He opened the door and stepped inside. I followed him and looked in at what seemed like a totally normal office.
There was a desk closer to the door and another desk toward the back of the room. There was a coffeemaker and a hot plate on the counter to the right, plus a little refrigerator.