The Mobster and the Soccer Mom

He felt her go limp with shock and tried to gentle his movements. It was almost impossible. He had been ready to fuck her since his first look at her. He fought for control of his starving body. He battled with the supreme need to thrust. He had to stop his movements and let her get use to him. He sucked in a few calming breaths. He slid his hands in her hair and lifted her face for his kiss. She stiffened and whimpered in his mouth. " Shhh, shhh. It's okay, babe. You're okay. I've got you. It's already in. There's nothing to be worried about. "

He reached down and ruthlessly pressed on her clit. In contrast, his mouth was gentle and his tongue as he moved it in her mouth was slow. So slow. The kiss was long and perfect and Jenny relaxed in his arms. His voice and mouth were seducing her again. "Oh, babe. You are so sweet. " He reached down and lapped at her nipple.

Fierce excitement came roaring back to her instantaneously.

"You are so perfect. Let me fuck you, babe. I need to fuck you. "

She moaned against him and he felt her soften around him as her juice creamed his cock. He moved his hands to her butt and pressed her closer into him. She moaned his name.

"Are you okay now? " His words were hard. Short and salient. "Ready? " She hung in his grasp. He looked into her face. "Jenny. Open your eyes and look at me. " She did as he asked. "Do you want this? "

She moved her hands to his shoulders. He felt her breath whisper soft in his ear. "Yes. Please. " He shuddered with need. He prayed for control as he kissed her lips and then moved them down to her breasts. He captured a nipple with his tongue and teeth and began to suck her as he deepened his penetration and began to rock. His brain splintered as pleasure ripped through his guts.

He groaned deep in his throat. Jenny felt the vibrations through her chest and body as he began to pump into her. He sucked hard at her nipple and sensation slammed through her and she bucked in his arms. He reached down between them and pressed hard on her clit until she was gasping for air and pushing against him. She tensed as pure pleasure grabbed her entire body and she screamed with the force of her release.

He felt her internal muscles gripping and clenching him before he heard her start screaming. The pleasure was intense and he started hammering at her with quick, ruthless pumps. His release when it came was violent and uncontrolled and he groaned harshly with the repeated thrust of his hips.

There was silence when it was over, with just the sound of their gasping breaths between them.

Richard held her in his arms and tried to pull his mind free from her sexual hold. The magnetic force of their attraction was mind-blowing. The sex couldn't be this good. His brain was just still fucked-up from his orgasm. Her softness was beginning to be a compulsion. Her body was becoming his addiction. This couldn't be good. But his mind denied the idea of ending it. He didn't have that much willpower. For now, he would feed the craving.

Jenny's mind slowly started working again. She heard Richard's inhalations as he held her and she tried to calm down. Her breathing finally slowed.

He lifted her face to his and smiled into her eyes. "Okay, Angel? " She tried to smile back and felt his kiss on her forehead as he slowly withdrew from her body. He pulled down her skirt and snapped his jeans. He lifted her in his arms and began to walk. "Which way to the bathroom? "

Chapter Four

Jenny stepped back into the living room and watched him pick up a photo on the bookshelf. "These yours? "

He was holding one of her favorite pictures of her kids. "Yes. That was last summer at the beach. " He carefully placed it back.

"Good looking boys. " He turned to face her and frowned. "Aren't you hungry? "

"Yes, I am. "

"Well, get changed then and let's go. " He turned back to inspect her things again.

"What do you mean? I'm ready to go. " Did he think she was too wrinkled?

Richard swung back to face her with a scowl. "You don't want to go to a restaurant in that outfit, do you? " She watched him rake his hand through his hair and wait.

"Why not? I think it all goes together pretty well. I like it. " She turned and grabbed her bag and keys.

"You want me to calmly sit across from you in the restaurant in that outfit and try to have a civil conversation? " He reached out and adjusted her cami to cover her cleavage a little bit. "Jesus Christ, I'll have to fight off every guy in the place. "

She laughed. "You're being silly. Sweet, but silly. " He pulled her into his arms and smiled.

"Silly? You're accusing me of being silly? I get what this is. You're feeling a little cocky and smug because you think I'm old and I've been satisfied. "

She gave him a radiant smile. Richard felt like he'd been sucker-punched. She was so beautiful.

"Well, yeah. " She couldn't believe this playful exchange. This was a side of him she hadn't seen. She liked it.

He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a spontaneous hug. "Don't get too cocky, babe. I promise I can get it up again. "

Jenny sat quietly in the passenger seat of his big car. They were driving down the interstate at a fast clip. She looked out the window at the Mississippi river. It was always so pretty this time of year. She relaxed in her seat. Her big, comfortable seat. Her big, comfortable, leather seat. Anxiety pierced her. Surely he wasn't really a mobster. Did mobsters really exist anymore? There was just something about him. Although impec

cably dressed, and good-looking, there was an elusive quality that she couldn't identify. He was so big, and scarred, and he had a 'Don't fuck with me' attitude.

He reached over the console and took her hand in his. He looked at her with hot eyes. Tingles went down her spine. He looked back to the road and spoke. "What does a hot little mom like you do for a living, Angel? Nice house and two kids away at school? College is expensive. " He intertwined their fingers. His touches had been constant. It felt like he was staking his claim. The idea was sinfully, distressingly enticing.

She looked away from his hand enclosing hers, and tried to concentrate on his question.

"I'm a bookkeeper. " She named the large insurance company she worked for. "I only have to go into the office about fifteen hours a week. The rest, I can do from home. I like it and it was really convenient when the boys were growing up. "

"Paying for a house and college can't be easy. Does the dumb-ass help? " He looked her way.

"Dumb-ass? "

"He must have been a dumb-ass to let you slip through his fingers. " His grip tightened and Jenny felt like a warm, quivering mass of jelly.

"He hasn't helped at all since the boys turned eighteen. I got the house and the mortgage in the divorce. Thank God the twins are smart. They're both at University of Houston. I haven't had to pay for any college. Have you ever heard of National Merit? "

He turned and looked at her again.

"Yeah, I have. So, you're brilliant as well as beautiful? " His thumb was making stroking circles on her hand. Jenny was finding it hard to concentrate.

"No, not me. Why do you say that? "

"Well, babe, I thought everybody knew that kids inherit their intelligence from their mamas. "

Jenny's heart was still beating too fast as she looked at the menu. Damn, he was hard enough to resist when he was stalking her, but now he had to start being charming, also? Jenny watched his interchange with the waiter. She couldn't believe how smooth he was, so at ease with himself and everything around him. He didn't try to impress her, and that impressed her the most. He was so utterly confident. After they had been shown to their table, she took a seat in the booth. He paused for a moment just looking down at her and holding her hand. He finally let go of her and walked around to sit facing her. "I think it would be best if I sat here, don't you think? You look good enough to eat. " He paused. "I want to save that for later. "