บททั้งหมดของ Jersy Bad Boys: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Sweet God in heaven my wife is so fucking hot for me.I need to possess this woman in every way, and fucking her virgin ass with my pinky while I feast on her dripping slit is just the thing to satisfy the beast in me. The thing that won’t be happy until I claim every inch of her.Anna moans and bucks against me. Her fingers grip my ears and fuck, that hurts, but I kind of like it.Her juices drip down my chin, and it turns me on so much, I feel precum leaking all over the sheet.But I don’t want to spend myself on the mattress like some fucking green punk.I pull my hands free of her and slide up her body. Cock in hand, I notch myself inside her tight entrance.“You ready for me? Tell me.”I need her to say it, even though I know the answer. Hell. I can feel it dripping all over my dick.“Yes. I’m ready. I need you, Nico. Please.”Fuck.I love it when she says that. I slam my hips forward, driving my cock all the way inside her.I’m not gentle tonight. I can’t be.I grip h

Nico “I don’t give a fuck what Sanchez says. He did what he did. Now, he can fuck off,” I growl.She loves me.“Boss, he wants a meeting.”“No meeting,” I say.Anna loves me.I rap my knuckles against the desk and expel a breath.I can’t just fucking sigh like a high school kid.But this fucking meeting has gone on too long. It’s just Angel and Luc, business as usual, a daily recount of events and things that needed tending to.But I want to leave.My wife said she’s in love with me.And I want to crow at the top of my lungs. I want to beat my chest with my fists. Strut around like a goddamn rooster.“Uh, Boss, there is something else,” Luc hesitates.“What?”“Maria. She’s been hiding something,” he says.“And?”I know the little bartender has been hiding something. It’s probably why she set her cap at me at first.“I don’t know, Nico. But that scuffle the other day? The guy I fucked up is a scout for Sanchez,” Luc says.“So, you think Maria is working for Sa

My cell phone buzzes, but I’m looking across at the boss from one of the oldest Boston crime families, Liam O’Doyle, and I can’t afford to fucking blink.His wrinkled face resembles a fucking Shar-pei, and I immediately clench my jaw, so I don’t laugh at the image floating around my brain.This sonovabitch is behind Sanchez’s sudden power grab, and I know it. I just need him to admit it.Stupid prick has a daughter he’s been dangling in my face. Fucker thinks I’m interested, and I’m inclined to let him think whatever he wants. As long as I get what I want and that’s info on where Sanchez is hiding out.The prick vacated his known residences and haunts. My guys have been searching for days.If O’Doyle is hiding him, I need to know. And if that means lying to the old piece of shit, I can do that with no problem.Margaret O’Doyle is twenty-two and vapid as fuck. She’s years too young for me, or any man, really. Hell, she doesn’t know her own mind and all her purring and bedroom eyes

Something snaps. A balloon or something. I twitch and I struggle to sit up in bed.My eyes dart to the alarm clock and I see it’s not even daylight yet. I feel groggy and out of sorts, but then my stomach cramps and I clutch it. I wince as a shudder rolls through me.Then I feel it.Wetness all around me, pooling between my legs.“Nico?” I turn my head to my husband who’s sprawled out on his belly. I shake his shoulder.“Huh? Anna, you okay?” he says, and I can tell he is fully awake with just a moment’s notice.Fear and excitement fill me. Tears prick my eyes, and I bite my lip. Then I tell him.“I think my water broke.” It’s still too early. Three weeks till my due date, but this baby is so big, I guess he needed more room or something.Nico didn’t even skip a beat when I woke him with the news. I’m so busy counting minutes between contractions I hardly notice him carrying me outside to the SUV and holding me the whole way to the hospital.We know the birth will be

Nico “Well, nice place you have here.”Margaret O’Doyle is sitting at the bar in a red miniskirt and barely there halter top. She looks like something someone could buy, and maybe that’s the point.But I’m not buying. I’m not even looking.“What are you doing here?”“Can’t a girl just stop in to say hi to her betrothed?”I don’t bother to sit. It’s early yet and only a few regulars are inside the bar, imbibing their cocktails and letting loose.The Vipers’ Den is a popular hangout. It’s Friday night, so I know we will be packed.It isn’t a place just for my guys, but for locals and people looking for a Manhattan vibe in a Jersey City bar. The Den is dark with a sleek city theme, all iron, steel, and cement.It’s clean too. No drugs. No whores. No fights. Nothing obvious, anyway. Nothing that would make any hotshot cops curious.I don’t need that kind of aggravation.I prefer to conduct business in my office below, but this woman is not an associate. She’s nothing to m