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Chapter 10: Prince Of The City

Author: Jordan Silver
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My guys pulled into the underground parking garage beneath my building after my security detail ascertained it hadn't been breached.

My would-be attackers were roasting their nuts up on the boulevard, good luck with identifying them.

I pulled mouth out the car behind me; she seemed no worse for wear for all that she'd been shot at.

Crazy lady was acting like it was par for the course.

I appeared calm on the outside, but inside I was coldly furious. Stacco was a dead fuck. He'd played his hand and lost, amateur fucker.

"You doing okay there mouth?" I checked her over more closely to make sure she wasn't in shock or some shit.

"Oh just peachy, tell me again why it makes more sense for me to catch a ride with you than taking a cab? If I knew I would be trying out for a part in A Bronx tale, I would've dressed more appropriately."

Did I say this bitch was crazy, certifiable?

Where were the tears and recriminations, the screaming and accusations? Why wasn't she screaming nine one-one like any rational woman would be?

"You're coming home with me." We were on our way up in the elevator. I pulled her to my door when we reached our floor, there was no way I was letting her out of my sight.

For some fucking reason I was more worried about her safety than my own. If they'd fucking hurt her I would've hunted the fuckers down and killed them with my bare hands.

As it was I planned on going after them as soon as fucking possible, the father and the fucking son. I'm going to obliterate the whole fucking family 'til there was none of those fucks left.

"I'm thinking hanging with you might be detrimental to my health. I don't fare so good when messing with you Lucky Luciano."

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?"

"Yep, when I'm alone in my own place, which is exactly where I'll be in one, two, three."

I pulled her through the fucking door and kissed the fuck outta her, it was the only way I knew of to shut her the fuck up. Plus, I needed it.

I had her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around me as I ground my hard on into her softness. I knew I was past the point of no return, I knew this is exactly where I wanted us to end up since that first day in my office, I just thought it would take me longer to get her on board.

Adrenaline pumped through me like a force field, I ravaged her mouth as I tore her panties from her body and got my pants opened, I didn't hear stop so I kept going. She was already wet for me, which made me groan into her mouth with appreciation.

I pushed into her body and got stopped cold; my mind couldn't quite process what my body was feeling.

"Fuck me, you're kidding right?"

"Surprise." She was as gone as I was, her hands in my hair; nails digging into my scalp, made me want to devour her.

"It's too late, I can't stop." My hips thrust against hers again and again.

"Who asked you to De Sade?"

That fucking mouth.

She'd screamed when I breached her.

Untouched and I'd taken her like a rutting animal, up against the fucking wall, no finesse, but that's what she did to me.

She drove me over the edge. I tried to go easy, bring some tenderness into the game but no dice, I was too far gone to pull back, I could only try to bring her along with me by touching her with my fingers right where she needed me to.

She squeezed down on me and my fucking knees almost buckled.

"That's right baby, take what you need from me."

She felt better than anything I had ever experienced before in my life: soft, hot, wet and all mine.

This changed everything, she was never getting away from me now; there was no way I was giving up this treasure.

Fuck, I knew she was going to be trouble.

***

She's asleep, I wore the poor girl out, who knew that virgin pussy would be that addictive? It was like I couldn't get enough of her body.

After that first time I'd had her in the shower, in the living room on the couch and then again in bed before sleep claimed us.

With all the fucking going on there was no time for questions thank heaven and her mouth had been otherwise occupied so she couldn't keep throwing names of gangsters at me in between insults. She was a real piece of work.

A fucking virgin, who the fuck would ever believe that shit, with that mouth of hers it was hard to grasp, well no one else would ever have to wonder about it because no other mother-fucker was ever getting near her, I'd kill them both.

I stamped my claim on that shit last night, the only thing I didn't do was brand the shit with a branding iron, and I couldn't wait to hit it again this morning either.

I'd taken care of her afterwards, I'm not a complete animal, I knew she would have a little discomfort after the way I kept after her so I'd given her a nice hot bath and rubbed some salve inside her to help ease the sting, she should be nice and ready for me when she finally woke up. If I could wait that long.

"Come on mouth wake up." I bit her ear lightly, of course crazy lady couldn't act like any other rational woman after a night of hot sex, no she came up swinging, almost caught me a good one too.

"Easy there slugger it's just me."

She seemed confused for all of one minute before the fog seemed to clear, before she could come completely to her senses and start talking at me I slid home.

Sweet, soft, lush, damn, had anything ever felt this good around my dick before, I don't remember it. I took her mouth in a deep kiss as our bodies danced together.

I hadn't realized how small she was before, she had such a big fucking mouth I forgot she was just a mere five two or three, I towered over her in the bed, but it didn't matter, the relevant parts fit perfectly.

I don't think I'd ever been this close to another human being in my life, it felt as though I needed to draw her into me, her legs clutched at me as her nails dug into my back and ass.

I could do this shit all day, if I wasn't careful she'd have me just as whipped as those two fucks Mikey and Tony, and I really didn't need to be thinking about how they got that way at this moment in time.

"Cum Arianna." I bit into her neck as I ground myself against her little love nub sending her into paroxysms of ecstasy. We both cried out from the pleasure as I emptied myself inside her.

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