BOUNTY: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Giustini Family Mafia)

by Sophia Gray

  “I-I don’t know.” She tried to clamp her legs shut but the slap he gave her thigh stilled her.

  “I said to open your legs, baby girl. You listen to me, or you’ll be getting more slaps to that cute ass of yours.” He didn’t wait for her answer. Her shocked expression told him she was having trouble finding words. He dipped lower, peeling her lips apart with his thumbs and exposing her already swollen clit.

  Using only his tongue, he moved her clit, lifting it just enough to elicit a moan from her, then he let go. With the fat part of his tongue he licked her from her opening to her clit, suckling just enough to elicit another moan. “Good girl,” he murmured against her moist flesh and continued his slow assault, tasting all of the sweet honey she had to offer.

  Chapter 4

  She knew what he was doing. She’d seen it in pictures and porn movies, but she’d never experienced it. Not once had a man even wanted to touch her for very long before thrusting his cock into her. She just figured that was the way it was with most men. The slow acting, pussy eating all happened in romance novels, not real life.

  Lucas didn’t seem to know that, though. His arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her legs spread before him while he dragged his tongue over her again and again. She tried to keep quiet, to simply enjoy what he gave her and then move on to the next part, but he wouldn’t let her. His tongue swirled around her clit, and every now and then he’d bite down. Not hard, not enough to make her cry out in pain, but enough to make the pressure building in her body increase another notch.

  “Oh, God…oh, fuck,” she whispered into the air, looking down the length of her body to see his mussed-up hair dangle just over his eyes. He was looking back up at her, those piercing eyes that could see too deeply into her own met hers while his tongue continued to dance over her, driving her closer and closer still to an edge she’d only been able to bring herself to before— before him and his skilled fingers and tongue. That fucking tongue. She’d never look at it the same way again.

  Her stomach sucked inward, and her breathing became more labored, but his eyes never left hers. His fingers spread her lips even farther apart, and he moved one hand from her thigh. The thick pad of his finger toyed with her entrance, circling it and dipping inside just enough to make her want all of it.

  “Fuck, Lucas. Please.” She threw her hands into her hair, tossing her head back against the pillow and clenching her eyes shut against the wave of pleasure rolling through her.

  “What, baby? What do you want? My finger? You want me to fuck you with my finger?”

  “Yes!” She all but yelled at him, and damn him, he chuckled, at her frustration and her need for him.

  One finger slipped into her passage. At a snail’s pace, he filled her with just one digit. It wasn’t enough; his tongue wasn’t enough. She needed more but less, and all of it at the same time. Her mind couldn’t focus. The only thing it obeyed at that moment was him, and his tongue was circling her clit again.

  He added another finger, fuller and with more force. In and out he dragged his fingers. Then he did the worst thing—he curled them, rubbing a spot inside of her that made her entire body clench. “Come for me, baby. Let me taste all of you.” He kissed her pussy, then began his assault again, moving his fingers, jerking his thrusts, and rubbing that spot. That spot that stole her breath away.

  The build was too great, the dam wouldn’t hold, and with one more hard thrust from his fingers, she screamed out into the room, nearly bursting off the bed. Ripples of pleasure rocked through her body and she screamed out with each new pulse. Her breath was gone, her throat raw, but it wasn’t done. He kept stroking, kept plunging into her, and when it finally eased, the beautiful ache slowed, and she felt the well starting to fill again.

  “That’s my girl.” He slid his fingers from her and licked them clean, keeping his gaze on her still. She had no words, nothing that would be coherent anyway. Her chest heaved, and she draped her arm over her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Warm, wet lips trailed from right above her clit to her belly and farther up.

  “Your tits are so fucking beautiful.” He cupped her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between his fingers. A jolt of electricity shot from her chest to her core. Her arousal was back, full force, and she wanted more of him.

  Before she could move or protest, he took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking hard. “Ahh.” She arched her chest upward at him, encouraging him to continue. Another first. The men she’d been with had fondled her a little, but no one ever suckled her. What kind of morons had she been dating?

  His mouth released one nipple with a pop, and he gave her a sexy wink on his way to taking the other one in his mouth. Putting her hands on his bare shoulders, she felt the strength of him beneath her hands. As she moved her hands around his exposed body, she felt scars, as well.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, baby. Hard. Can you take that from me? A hard fucking?” He kept twirling her nipples with his fingers as he spoke to her. She could smell her own pussy juice on his breath, and when he captured her mouth for another kiss, she tasted herself.

  After breaking off the kiss, he jumped from the bed. Her eyes focused on his hands, watching him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. With one swift movement, he shoved out of his jeans and boxers. He’d taken his boots off at some point.

  He was hard. Everywhere. She marveled at his chiseled thigh muscles, thick calves, and flat stomach rippled with tone. Tattoos covered his arms and his chest. Most of them she could make out and recognized from the patches on his kutte. Others, she would need a closer look at to decipher. But all of that was nothing compared to the beauty that stood erect, curving upward towards his belly. She’d never seen a cock so thick and powerful looking. And he wanted to pound her with that? He was crazy.

  She backed up on the bed, closing her legs.

  He chuckled. “It’s going to be fine, baby. It won’t hurt.” He grabbed her ankles and jerked her lower on the bed as he knelt between her legs. “Are you sure this is what you want? You want me to put a baby in you?” Gripping his cock, he dragged his hand up and down its shaft. A small bead of moisture appeared at the tip, and she licked her lips, wondering what he tasted like.

  “Yes. I’m sure.” She dragged her eyes to meet his. A deep dimple formed on his right cheek with his grin.

  The very tip of his cock pressed against her pussy, and he stroked himself more, moving through her folds and gathering her juices onto the head. “Spread your legs, baby. Even farther. I want to see my dick sink into that pretty hole of yours.”

  Everything he said held a dirty quality. It should have turned her off to be spoken to so brazenly, with such perversion. Instead, she found herself getting wetter, her nipples tightening, and her clit aching to be touched again.

  He caught her watching him position himself, and his free hand gripped her hair, fisting at her scalp. “That’s right, baby, watch your pussy swallow my cock.” With one swift movement, he slammed into her, filling her and stretching her in a way she’d never felt before. She cried out from the invasion and bucked up at him, not to stop him; no, she wanted him to do it again. He still held onto her hair but let her head fall back on the pillows as he pulled back, almost all of the way out, before thrusting into her again.

  Another cry. Another plea. He let go of her hair and gripped her hips, holding her steady for his movements. He thrust hard and then harder still. The more she cried out the harder he went. He pushed in, all the way in, until his own pelvis ground against hers. Feeling so fucking full, she pushed at his shoulders, but he wouldn’t be moved. “Hold still, baby. This is at my pace, not yours.”

  Again, just to torture her, she was sure, he pulled back. She could sense the emptiness coming and reached down for his hips, hoping to pull him back, but a sharp slap to her hip stilled her.

  “What did I just say?” She looked up at his face, sure she would find irritation, but instead she found his cocky grin. “You do
what I say, baby, or you’ll be getting fucked with a really sore ass.” He pushed forward again, giving her exactly what she wanted but at his pace.

  “Okay. Okay.” She chanted as he began to move again, harder and faster. He reached between their bodies and flicked her clit. “Oh, fuck yes!” Not able to grip his hips, she clenched the blanket beneath her, arching her ass off the bed to meet his thrusts. Nothing in her life ever felt as good as what he was doing to her body. The race had begun, and she could see the finish line.

  “There you are. There’s that fucking look.” He touched her face, cradling it as he plowed into her again. A few more strokes and she was teetering that line.

  “Oh!” She screamed out into the room for the second time as her body exploded beneath him.

  “Come for me. Yes, that’s a good girl. Come hard for me.” He kept thrusting, kept toying with her clit, and kept holding her as she made her way through the turmoil of her orgasm. When she finally found her way back down, she released the blanket from her fists. “Such a good girl.” He smiled softly. “Now, don’t fucking move, and spread your legs more, there…oh fuck, yeah, like that.” He went back to gripping her hips, pulling her body toward him with each of his thrusts. Three hard strokes and he grunted, stilling over her, his thick cock pulsating inside of her. “Fuck,” he muttered, then jerked once more before collapsing on top of her, careful not to totally crush her.

  When the fog finally lifted, he rolled to her side, his cock slipping out and leaving a trail of his cum behind. “Don’t get up,” he ordered in a rough voice. Her instinct was to get in the shower, but he was right. If she wanted a baby, she couldn’t very well wash away his seed. His breathing started to slow, and she found herself too curious not to look over at him. Would he be pissed now? With the arousal not there to cloud his judgment, would he change his mind?

  A heavy arm landed over her stomach, and she was dragged up against him. Warm lips pressed against her temple.

  “You’re not mad?” she whispered the question.

  He laughed. “Mad? About what?”

  “I don’t know. I mean, now that you aren’t…excited…maybe you changed your mind?” She’d never been good at keeping her worries to herself.

  Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked down at her. He shouldn’t look so warmly at her; she might want to get used to it. “I didn’t change my mind.” It was a vow. And he didn’t give the impression of being a man who didn’t take his word seriously. “I don’t know what fuckheads you’ve been seeing, but any man who couldn’t get you to respond during sex didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.”

  Her cheeks heated. Not exactly the compliment most women wanted to hear, but the effects were the same. “Maybe it was me.”

  Running the back of his hand down the length of her nose and pressing a kiss to her lips, he shook his head. “No way. Your body was meant to be touched, kissed, and fucked. No way it was you.” He kissed her again, then rolled to his back, dragging her to rest her head on his chest.

  She laid that way, listening to the soothing sound of his heart beating, until her body released all the tension and her mind let her drift away.

  # # #

  Lucas finished texting Joe, easing his mind about the shit going on back home. The Fury Riders weren’t a crew of assholes looking to get into trouble. Most of them just wanted the life of freedom that came with a bike and an open road. Iron Rebels were the exact opposite. They saw their club as a way to push drugs, take up gabling rackets, and run their town down to the stubble if they weren’t given the respect they thought was due.

  The pricks were more like the mafia than a motorcycle club. Fury Riders may run medicinal marijuana for a tidy profit and sell sex in their own backyard, but they sure as fuck didn’t sit in no back alley peddling the powder or pussy to kids.

  The sound of creaking hinges drew his attention to the bedroom where he’d left Josephine sleeping. People didn’t usually surprise him. He had a good eye for what made them really tick, but Josephine came out of left field. How any man ever touched her and didn’t get that firecracker to go off was beyond his understanding. Just at his touch, her body trembled. One soft kiss and he could almost hear her clit stiffen with expectation.

  “Hey.” Her soft voice carried across the living room.

  He threw her a casual grin. “Hey, yourself.” Her short hair was a little mussed from her nap, more curls than when she’d fallen asleep. Her clothes were back on—a pity. Those curves shouldn’t be hidden behind some cheap-ass fabric. “You sleep okay?”

  She scratched the back of her neck. “Yeah. Thanks. I don’t think I’ve slept like that in months.” She turned to look toward the kitchen. “Do I smell coffee?”

  “Yeah. I figured if you weren’t up soon, I’d wake you.” Lucas shuffled from the window over to the kitchen where the pot had finished brewing. His stomach growled, reminding him it was near dinnertime. “Are you hungry?” he asked, fully expecting her to cry off from eating. The chicks he hung with were always watching their carbs or their fats or their whatever.

  “Starving.” Another surprise.

  He paused for a moment to look at her over the breakfast bar.

  “What?” she asked, raking her hands through her hair. “I can wait. It’s fine.” The blush that snuck up her neck was too adorable to ignore.

  “No, no.” He waved a hand in the air. “I’m just not used to a chick being so honest.”

  “One, I’m not a chick. And two, you asked if I was hungry. It’s not really something worth lying about.” Her lips curled up on one side. Comfortable—she looked comfortable joking with him. Most girls would be hanging off him, trying to get his pants back off and him back into bed. He could see her desire well enough. Her pupils were still large, but she was comfortable with the friendly banter.

  “Well, babe, I can make us some spaghetti. Haven’t been grocery shopping for up here in a while.”

  “Sounds great.” She moved around the living room, getting a feel for the place. The couch looked less natural in the room than her. “You don’t bring all your chicks up here?” Looking out the window, he couldn’t see the smile, but he was sure it was there.

  “No.” Opening a cabinet, he took out a small box of noodles and a jar of sauce and rustled around for a pot.

  She busied herself with exploring the cabin, looking at the old family photos hanging on the walls and flipping through a few books his mom had left on the bookshelves, untouched for years.

  “Food’s ready.” He placed their bowls on the table and took his seat. When she made her way over to hers, he caught her around her middle and pulled her into his lap.

  “I can’t very well eat like this.” She kept her eyes downcast, becoming more interested in her hands by the minute.

  “You’re right.” He lifted her back up and plunked her down in her seat. The blush was back, and he tugged at her earlobe until she looked at him. “You feeling okay? Sore?”

  “Fuck.” She pulled away and concentrated on holding her fork. “I wasn’t a virgin,” she muttered and shoveled the pasta into her mouth.

  He laughed. Damn, she was cute when she was embarrassed. “No, but you might as well have been.” He started eating his own dinner, kicking himself for not thinking about food when he rode them up to the cabin. She deserved something better than spaghetti. “We’ll go out for breakfast tomorrow on the way home.”

  “That’s okay. You can just drop me back at the hospital. I’ll grab something at the café.”

  “How long is your mom going to be there?”

  Her body stiffened at his question. She didn’t want to get personal, but he was doing his best to knock her up. What could be more personal than that? “I don’t know.” He didn’t like the forlorn sound in her voice. “Depends on the treatment.”

  “What’s wrong with her?” He shoved his bowl away and reached for her, trailing his fingertips over her forearm. Little goosebumps prickled to the surface beneath his tou
ch.

  “She’s sick.” Shrugging off the question, she picked up her plate. Pointing to his half-eaten plate, she asked, “You done?”

  He gave a curt nod but kept his eyes on her. Whatever was keeping her mom in the hospital was bad, really bad. No need to hide from the topic if she was just having her appendix out.

  Lucas followed her to the sink where she started rinsing and washing the plates. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back against his body and taking a moment to enjoy how neatly she fit against him. As though her curves fit right into his body, perfectly. Swiping her hair to one side, he kissed her neck. Inhaling, he smiled against her skin. She smelled good, like something familiar and sweet—something he could get addicted to if he wasn’t careful.

  “Leave those.” He pulled her hands out of the sink and spun her around to face him. He grabbed the towel from the hook nearby and dried her hands for her. Didn’t hand her the towel but dried them himself while she watched with shock in her eyes.