Possessive Boss

I hold there, let him fuck me, and I know I’m so close. He growls his joy as he takes me.

I start to push back against him, panting, gasping, letting it build between my legs, letting it start to peak and roll around my spine.

“Yes,” I moan. “Oh, god, yes.”

“You want to come for me,” he grunts, a statement, not a question. “You want to come on this thick cock, don’t you?”

“Please,” I moan.

“Only if you clean it off when you’re done. Clean it off with your pretty lips.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, oh, god, yes.”

He fucks me faster. He takes me and throws me over the edge. I come hard, the whole world turning into pleasure and nothing else, just my body shaking, convulsing with it as the orgasm rips through me. I end up laughing, gasping, grinning, moaning. He takes me, bodies sweating, and gives me what I need.

But he’s not done with me. He slides himself out, making me shiver and collapse forward. But he grabs my hair and makes me follow through with our bargain.

Which I do with delight. I take him in my mouth and suck his cock. I suck him fast and stroke his shaft, tasting him and moaning while I do it. He growls his pleasure and fucks my mouth, fucks my lips. I can feel him getting tense. I can taste my pussy on his tip. I don’t care. I just want him

He comes on my tongue. I take him deeper and let him come down my throat. I swallow every single drop of him and lick him clean when I’m done. I look up into his eyes and he rungs a thumb down my lower lip.

“Perfect,” he whispers.

He pulls me up to my feet and holds me tight. I end up in his lap on the couch, curled there, my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat.

Everything outside of this room melts away. The gangsters, his partner, my bosses. They all disappear and don’t matter at all. The only thing I need is this man, this man’s strong hands taking me, teasing me, making me feel good.19JacobTasting and fucking Val was exactly what I needed.

Maybe I didn’t realize it at the time. But I’ve been pent-up without tasting her on a regular basis. That’s a mistake, and one I don’t plan on repeating. From now on, I need to sate my hunger for her and avoid letting things get too pent-up for too long.

But unfortunately, fucking Valerie doesn’t change our problem.

Carmine wants his money back. I’m willing to make it right, but after the way he treated Valerie, I’m tempted to tell him to go fuck himself. Even if he is a dangerous fuckface mobster, I still can’t reward an asshole that would speak to my woman in such a manner.

Maybe it’s old-fashioned. Maybe it’s stupid. But I can’t help the way I feel. I’m too angry to bend.

Darin shows up in Philly the next day, which isn’t much of a surprise. He comes to the office looking haggard and exhausted. I shut my office door after getting him a coffee. He takes it and sips it.

“You look like shit,” I say.

“I took a red-eye here from California.” He gives me a flat look. “Did you handle our friends?”

“No.”

He sits very still. “Jacob.”

I lean toward him and meet his eyes. “No more bullshit, Darin. No more dancing around the truth.”

He looks away. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Fuck you.” I lean toward him. “They’re mafia. I know what they are.”

He looks back and clenches his jaw. “So the fuck what?” he asks. “It’s money. That’s what we do.”

“They’re goddamn violent criminals. That’s not the same thing.”

“We take money from companies that do shitty things all the time. They don’t pay their employees proper wages, they test chemicals on animals, they pollute and give bonuses to their shithead CEOs. How is that different from the mob?”

I stare at him. “You know how, Darin.”

“It makes your family look bad.” He makes a face. “It makes you look bad to associate with my people.”

“Your people?”

He rolls his eyes. “You want the truth? Don’t play games.”

I nod slowly. “Okay then. I know your father is involved.”

“That’s right. I grew up with gangsters my whole fucking life. That’s how I could afford to keep up with the great Jacob Lofthouse.”

“I never thought about money that way.”

“Of course you didn’t, you have so much of it you don’t care at all. But I think about it all the time.”

“Darin, I understand we have different backgrounds. That doesn’t excuse getting involved with mafia.”

“Doesn’t it?” He stands suddenly and paces. “We need their money. I need their money. You can be rich all you want, but my father will be gone one day, and I’ll be on my own. I need this to work, and the guys that I know with the most cash to burn are all in the mob. So I take from them, I help them out, and they help me. It works and it’s been helping your bottom line.”