The Mobster’s Masseuse

by Kane, Jessa

  “I want to be stuck,” I whisper, rolling my hips and hitting him with some pointed sass. “Within reason.”

  Lust kindles between us and ignites. Both pairs of hands attack the waistband of his pants, pushing it down to free his waiting erection. With his tongue skating over my cleavage, he hooks three fingers in the crotch of my panties and rips the material in half, before guiding his shaft to my wet flesh and dragging it up and back. “Take a seat on this fucking throne, my queen.”

  My head tips back on a whimper and that’s when I realize the SUV has stopped moving. A glance at the window tells me we’re parked in the driveway and there are at least two dozen men surrounding the vehicle, waiting for us to get out.

  “Eyes on me, Meadow. Only me.” He plants his thick sex inside me and I slip down with a moan, lost in the perfection of how he fills me so completely. Walker hisses a breath and tangles his fingers in the strands of my hair, tilting my face to his. “I just killed for this tight pussy. And I’m not waiting to have it.”

  “No,” I sob, writhing in his lap. “I don’t want to wait, either.”

  His hips lift in a steady rhythm. “You can be the queen when you climb out of the car. I’ll treat you like gold and slaughter anyone who doesn’t.” He turns and throws me down on the seat, positioning my knees over his shoulders and baring down on me with a wild drive of his full shaft. “But right now, you’re the king’s runaway fuck toy and everyone can wait while he gets his fill.”

  For the next fifteen minutes, the SUV rocks with the intensity of our grunting, sweaty coupling and there’s something scandalous about it, something extremely naughty—especially when I scream his name loud enough to be heard down the street, let alone in the driveway—but the love shining in his eyes tells me I’ve found my perfect match. The man who will fulfill my submissiveness in bed while loving me for the stubborn, uncompromising woman I am outside of it.

  I might have run away once, but I know in my heart that I’ll spend the rest of my life running toward this complicated man. Toward my forever.

  EPILOGUE

  Walker

  Five years later

  It’s my fortieth birthday party, but I think of it more as an anniversary. Five years since the day that shook the earth. Changed me. Put me on a path to a rich future full of love, laughter, fights, making up, excitement and a whole lot of sweaty, hair-pulling fucking.

  The day I met my wife, Meadow, my love, my life, my heart and soul.

  My fantasy come to life.

  The mother of my twin boys.

  I watch her now as she saunters around the dining room table in a tight red dress, making sure our guests are comfortable. I’d rather she sit on my lap all night and let me feed her, let me pet her pussy beneath the table, but in the last five years I’ve had to learn to let Meadow be Meadow. My wife likes to have a purpose, to be useful, to make people comfortable, and so when we entertain—and we entertain a lot now—she has to make her rounds. And I watch. I watch, because I can never peel my eyes off of her.

  A sense of contentment settles over me. Life is extraordinary. My children are asleep upstairs. I’m surrounded by new friends and old. The old friends are from the neighborhood or the families of some of my most trusted men. The new ones are mostly local women, courtesy of Meadow’s massage studio.

  True to my word, I opened her a facility overlooking the bay with rooftop massage areas and meditation rooms. I ship in mineral water from California for her bathing therapies. Her client list is exclusive and I perform a background check on every single human being that walks through the door. I have the place surrounded by bodyguards and half a dozen more inside. It takes a lot of work to give myself peace of mind when I can’t be by her side, but it’s worth it, because my wife? She fucking glows with happiness. Knowing I had a hand in that happiness is worth all the efforts to keep her protected and more.

  Our eyes meet across the dining room and the conversations taking place around me fade. Everything fades away but her.

  Christ, she looks hot as sin tonight.

  The dress pushes up her tits but doesn’t constrain them, so they jiggle as she struts toward me and my cock stiffens under the table.

  Yeah, I’d say it’s about goddamn time to get her pregnant again.

  You’d think my obsession with Meadow would mellow over the course of five years, but it’s grown into an inferno. Taken on a life of it’s own. There is a building across the street from her massage studio and I’ve bought out the top floor so I can watch her work through binoculars. She has no idea how much time I spend fucking my hand while she prepares her massage rooms or straightens pillows in the waiting area. I’m a lunatic for her. My every waking moment is consumed by Meadow McManus.

  She still doesn’t put up with my bullshit and when we fight, I’m miserable, but I’m also alive. She keeps me sane and she keeps me on my fucking toes. I don’t take a single moment with her for granted.

  Meadow has almost reached me now and as soon as she gets to where I’m sitting at the head of the table, I’m getting her alone. I can’t wait another second.

  How am I so relaxed and keyed up at the same time? I suppose relaxed isn’t the right word. I’m never completely that way. But five years ago, I rampaged through the New York operation that targeted me—and had the poor judgment to lay a finger on my wife—so that threat has been eliminated. I left such carnage in my wake that my enemies have receded into obscurity and my businesses have grown by leaps and bounds. No one fucks with me or my family. It’s true what they say. Behind every powerful man is a strong woman—and that goes double for me.

  My whiskey glass is refilled by Helen and I thank her, though I’m still holding a slight grudge against her for helping Meadow escape five years ago. It took me a couple of days to put together what exactly happened and I confronted Meadow about it. She told me if I fired Helen she would cry. And when I still hesitated, livid over being betrayed by someone on my own staff, Meadow got down on her knees and unzipped my pants, begging me with her mouth to be lenient.

  So Helen is still here.

  Did I mention my wife is a fucking magician with her mouth?

  “Hey,” Meadow says as she reaches me, leaning down to kiss my lips. “You look deep in thought over here.”

  I pull her down onto my lap and breathe in the scent of oranges from her neck. “I’m always thinking about you, gorgeous.”

  Love fills her eyes. “Are you enjoying your birthday, my king?”

  I stroke a hand down her hair. “You always make it perfect. You make everything so damn perfect, Meadow.” Her sweet ass twists in my lap and I bare my teeth at her. “Is that an invitation?”

  “I’m always issuing invitations. You don’t always take them.”

  My eyebrows shoot up. “Excuse me? Name one time.”

  She picks up my whiskey and takes a long sip, setting it back down. “Like yesterday, when you were watching me across the street again while I was at work…and I sat on my desk and did several sexy hair flips…”

  A smile slowly widens my mouth. “You know I watch you?”

  She hums in her throat, presses her forehead to mine. “I like it,” she whispers. “And it’s not too late to take the invitation.”

  I’m carrying her from the room before the words finish leaving her mouth. Everyone in the dining room is well used to me stealing my wife away in the middle of a gathering, so there isn’t even a break in conversation. There is no way I can make it upstairs before getting inside her magic body, so I take a quick turn and step out onto the balcony. A breeze picks up her hair as I set her down and back her toward the closest wall and she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Her eyes sparkle with moonlight and love, she’s slightly tipsy and happy.

  That’s the best part of all. Meadow’s happiness.

  I wonder if she knows it’ll never even equal half of mine.

  “I’ve decided what I want for my birthday,” I rasp, drawing up the hem of her
dress to her hips.

  “Me?” she breathes, reaching for my belt and unfastening it quickly.

  “Always, Meadow. Always you.” She removes my cock from my pants and strokes me in her skilled, massage therapist fist. “Ahhhh, Jesus.”

  She giggles. “There’s something else?”

  I pull down her panties and grip her tight butt cheeks in my hand, lifting and placing her on the wall. Holding her there with my body. “It’s time for another baby.”

  “Yes,” she whimpers, spreading her thighs for me, rubbing her wet cunt on my ready shaft. “It’s time. It’s time.”

  I growl against her mouth. “I need to watch you grow with my child in your belly again. I want to plant my seed in you. I need that connection to my Meadow. Now.” Emotion catches me in the throat. “And goddammit, baby, you’re such a good mother…”

  “And you’re the best father. The best.” Her smooth hands hold the sides of my face. “I love you so much, Walker. The love…it gets more intense every day.”

  “Mine is infinite,” I whisper into her mouth, taking her lips in a long, hard, seeking kiss. “This love has no end.” My cock dips into her entrance, but I know from experience it’ll go no further without some force, so I rear back and pump my hips hard, pinning my gasping wife to the wall of our home, gritting my teeth against the pleasure. “Jesus, you’re still as tight as a fucking virgin, baby.”

  “Happy birthday to you.”

  Only this woman could make me laugh while I’m hornier than a bull.

  Keeping one hand on her backside, I slap the other one to the wall and fuck my incredible wife with slow, measured drives. Every stroke is more amazing than the last and as always, she brings me to the edge fast with her breathy sounds and shaking tits. Needing her to come, craving her pleasure, I bend my head down and use my teeth to yank down the neckline of her dress, sucking those pointed red nipples into my mouth, one by one, with a strangled groan.

  “Oh Walker,” she wails, curling her nails into my shoulders, signaling her imminent climax. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “Tell me what I want to hear,” I shout into her neck.

  Her pussy clamps down and her body arches and strains, the orgasm consuming her and bringing mine roaring to the surface. “Fill me up.” Her thighs squeeze around me and she sobs the last part in my ear. “Breed me, my king.”

  I do, with pleasure, letting her see my obsession with her in my eyes.

  It’s not the last time we make a baby, either, and with the light of my world at my side, we rule Boston—and each other—for the rest of our lives.

  THE END

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