MasukThe moans came soft at first. "Ah... ah... ah..."I had my arms wrapped around Madeline's right leg, my left hand reaching around to cup her breast. "You like that, baby girl? You like what Daddy's doing to you?""So good... ah... too good... I've never... never felt this good... ah..."Hearing her talk like that beneath me pushed me harder, faster. "You feel how big Daddy is? How thick?""So thick... so big... big dick Daddy... ah... ah... ah... I'm gonna come again... I'm gonna lose it..." Her voice trailed off into nothing but sound, just pure animal noise.I gave her another few dozen before I let myself go.Afterward, I let her lie there, soaking in the aftershocks while I pulled my jeans back on. Took my time driving, just cruising, letting the hum of the engine fill the silence.When she came back to herself, she got dressed without a word. I drove us home.Logan and the others were still going strong when we got back. Same as always—Logan's laugh cut through everything,
The sudden sensation startled me. Looking down, I saw Madeline delicately running her tongue over the head of my hardness. When a beautiful woman offers her services, who am I to refuse? I kept my eyes on the road and continued driving.She wrapped her right hand around my shaft, stroking me a few times before taking me into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as her lips formed a tight seal around me. With each thrust, her mouth glided along my length, occasionally taking me deep into her throat where her soft palate could massage the sensitive head. I noticed that whenever she deep-throated me, my hands would instinctively grip her breasts harder, which seemed to turn her on even more. She soon abandoned all other techniques, only pulling back when she needed to breathe, keeping me right on the edge.Madeline's muffled moans filled the car, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.I pulled over and parked, then climbed into the back seat with her.In one smooth motion, I laid M
"Remember, we each brought in a hundred grand. Logan, you got that?"The words came out in a near growl before Logan could respond—cops crashed through the door."Right here!"We held our bags high.Down at the station, we stuck to our story: four hundred grand total, which the officers duly noted. I had the balls to inflate the number because I knew the game had its own shills. Their bankroll came from past winnings, so it wasn't part of what the marks brought in that night.The guys running the joint would lowball every time—no way they'd overreport. That'd just hammer them harder in court.Plus, I'd coordinated with the precinct beforehand. They'd sewn a transmitter into my shirt hem. Every squeeze I'd made climbing those stairs was me pinging them. They had every reason to take our word first.Three days later, the cops called us to collect. That cash felt damn good in our hands—everyone was grinning so hard our cheeks hurt. Might not have covered everything the guy had drop
The air inside the house was thick and smoky. Dozens of people crowded around several tables, shouting and laughing as they played."You can play whatever you like here. Cards on the first floor, games on the second. Remember to exchange your cash for chips over there first. When you cash out, we take a ten-percent cut."The man who brought us in pointed to a table by the entrance—that was where chips were exchanged."Don't go up to the third floor. That's for the high rollers. With the money you've got, you won't even qualify to sit."With that, he went back outside, probably to bring in more gamblers."Come on, guys, let's change our money for chips," Logan said, rubbing his hands eagerly now that he had my so-called "skills" backing him up.I glanced back at Julian and Danny Wilson. Then I picked up the bag of cash and walked to the exchange table.As stacks of crude chips were poured into our bag and pushed toward us, I knew our mission for the night had officially begun."
"Connor, Julian, you have to talk some sense into Logan. He's gone crazy—he's gambling all the time now!"In my house, Madeline cried so hard that her face was streaked with tears. Listening to her, all of us clenched our fists, itching to go beat Logan senseless on the spot.We had already heard rumors about people who targeted habitual gamblers, luring them into private games and then…To solve this, we had to smash the gambling den itself. Otherwise, Logan would never give it up.We all made a careful plan and then called Logan out."Well, look at you, you bastard. You haven't played cards with us in ages. Where have you been running off to?"Julian Preston struck first, trying to see if Logan would tell the truth."Ah… winning against you guys all the time is boring. We're buds, after all—I can't keep taking your money, right?" Logan forced a smile, but his eyes darted around, clearly uneasy."Yeah, right. If we hadn't been going easy on you, with those lousy hands of yours
Madeline finally came to terms with herself. Gasping softly, she leaned weakly against my chest. "Connor… be gentle…"With one hand, I kneaded her still slightly youthful breasts, pinching and rolling her stiff nipples between two fingers. My other hand slid along the cleft of her hips and found the tender seam protected by sparse hair. Using my index and ring fingers, I carefully parted her slightly damp outer lips, then slipped one joint of my middle finger into the tight, tender opening, moving it back and forth to widen it gently."Ah… Connor… I… I… it itches… ah…"More and more warm fluid flowed from inside her. Her eyes were shut tight, and her hips bounced and twisted on the horse's back with each jolt.I licked along her exposed neck. The hand that had been lingering on her breast grasped one soft cheek of her bottom and pulled it aside. With the other hand, I guided myself and, with the horse's movement, pressed the tip into her slightly parted entrance."I'm going in,"







