Top Dog_A Mafia Romance

by Rye Hart

  “You say the sweetest things, and you treat me like a princess, Chance. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

  I gave her a peck on the lips and nudged her away, nodding to the dress. “Get dressed. The sooner we go, the sooner we get to come back here and make love.”

  She made a sound of approval and then slipped off her robe and went to the drawer of her lingerie case. “We could skip it and start now.”

  “Greedy girl.” I normally would have agreed and taken her right then, but all I could think about was the huge ring in my pocket and how much I wanted to give it to her.

  It was nearly two hours into the date when I realized I hadn’t planned the exact moment of my proposal. I had figured that the opportunity would arise and I’d know it was the right moment. So, I waited, all through dinner and on the way to the private gallery viewing.

  I’d rented out the gallery and had even arranged a special viewing. “I love this place.” She walked a few steps away from me and turned a circle to see it all. “Remember when you brought me here when I first moved in. We spent hours here, and I never wanted to leave.”

  “I do, and it’s the main reason I wanted to bring you back.”

  “You must not be in a hurry to get me back to our bed, after all.” She giggled softly and went to the far wall across the room. “Come here; I want to see if my favorite one is still here.” I hung back knowing what she’d find, and by the time I reached her, she stood staring, slack-jawed with awe and her hand over her heart. “It’s my painting!”

  She’d painted the piece for my office shortly after moving to New York, and I wanted her to know how good I thought it was and how truly I loved it. I’d had the gallery hang it beside her favorite, knowing he’d return to see it.

  “Your talent should be displayed with the greats, so I’ve arranged for it to be here this month so that others can enjoy it too.”

  Her face was red with blush, and she turned to take my hand. “It’s such a sweet gesture. Thank you.” She turned back to see the painting and then stepped over to her favorite. “You even remembered where to put it. You knew I’d want to see this again.” She tilted her head and stared at the painting she loved so much. It was a woman who was lounging in a huge chair, her hair was gathered around her, and she was curled in on herself in a casual way as if sleeping. She looked so peaceful, and the colors were soft and happy.

  I reached into my pocket and took out the small box. And before she turned to see what I was doing, I dropped to one knee. “What are you—Oh, Chance!” She put her hand to her heart and tears pooled in her eyes as they grew red.

  “I love you, Carrie. Will you be my wife?” She was on her knees with me before I could finish, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her mouth moving on mine.

  She paused her kiss but did not pull away as she blurted her yes against my lips. We kissed for what seemed like minutes and then she pulled away, wiping her eyes and finally saw the ring.

  “Oh, it’s gorgeous!” She held out her hand as I slipped the heavy ring on her slender finger.

  “If it’s too much, I’ll get you a smaller one that you can wear daily.”

  “No, it’s perfect!” She held her hand to her heart and then kissed me again. “Take me home,” she whispered against my neck. When I met her eyes, she gave me a smoldering look and licked her lips.

  We hurried to the car where she straddled my lap, and we made out until we got to our house. I took her upstairs, and by the time we reached the top, we’d left a trail of clothes behind us.

  She stood by the bed and waited as I climbed in and reached for her hand. I pulled her down with me, but she stopped at my hips, taking my cock with her ringed grip.

  She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my tip, then snaked her tongue out to roll it around my head. I hissed in a sharp breath as she let her teeth graze my shaft, and then a splash of hot precum hit her tongue causing her to moan.

  She closed her mouth around me, and I reached down and put my hand on her hip, encouraging her to turn. “Straddle my face, angel. I want to lick that little slit of yours.” She did as I asked, and soon her bare little mound hovered above me. I stuck out my tongue and let it glide along her folds, parting them so I could get a taste deep inside her channel. I held her ass with one hand, moving her against me, and rubbed my thumb against her tender clit with the other.

  She responded to my touch by going weak kneed, and her weight shifted as she came. I held her up, licking her deep and tasting her salty sweet nectar as it coated my tongue.

  I rolled her over and pulled away, anxious to get inside my fiancé. I let the word sink in and knew my life was complete.

  EPILOGUE - CARRIE

  The aftershocks of my orgasm were still rolling through me when he pulled away and lay me on my side.

  It was our first time as betrothed lovers, and I wanted it perfect. We were off to a good start.

  I was still trembling as he rolled me onto my back and I let my legs fall open wide, so he could enter me. I needed to feel him filling me up, and I felt like such a lucky girl that he would be mine for the rest of our lives.

  The past year had been so crazy with the move and my father’s surgery. Now that he’d finally recovered and was happy with his new life, I felt like I could breathe again and that it was time for me to live. The proposal couldn’t have come at a better time, and with me starting art school in the fall, it was going to be an exciting year.

  His weight pressed against my hips and his cock sheathed itself inside me in one hard thrust. I’d gotten used to him over the past year and not many a day had gone by that we weren’t together.

  He angled my hips, and his cock brushed against my most tender spot, and I squealed and whimpered, begging for more. “Don’t stop, please.” I dug my nails into his back as I bucked my hips upward and he growled out with pleasure. The heavy ring was going to take some getting used to, and I wondered just how many karats it was as my orgasm hit and wiped away all care from the world.

  I was going to be his wife, and that was all that mattered. He rolled us over, and my legs found their place astride him, and I settled around his base, grinding to gain more pleasure.

  I loved how thick his cock was, especially around his base, and I clenched my walls around him milking his cock, needing it to soak me. I reached around behind me and stroked his balls, lifting them against my ass, and he moaned.

  “Fuck, you’re going to make me want inside that tight fucking hole.” He had taken my ass and had it trained to his cock almost as well as my pussy, and I ached at my core as I thought about him using it.

  “What if I want it?”

  His eyes met mine. “I don’t know if I could be gentle. I’m about to pound that sweet little slit of yours.”

  “Mm. I’ll be your wife soon, so you can take me however you want.” He’d always been gentle with my ass, but I wanted more. I didn’t need him to treat me so tenderly. I wanted to feel desired, and I loved the way he was when he lost all restraint.

  Something flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he scooted us to the end of the bed and lifted me up and placed me on my back against the bed. He pulled away, stroking his cock to keep it ready.

  “Get on your hands and knees. Just like earlier.”

  As I found my hands and knees on the soft bed, a strong hand slapped my ass cheek, and I whimpered as it stung. Then that same hand, still warm from the friction, came up against my mound, finding my clit.

  “I hope you meant what you said, angel. Because I’m not going to be easy on your little ass.” His voice had always made me wet, and I felt a tickle in my pussy as he growled the words into my ear.

  He spread my cheeks apart and licked my tight hole. Then his mouth went away and was replaced by his thick head which rubbed me up and down from my clit to my little star which was clenching from anticipation.

  “Relax for me, Carrie.” He rubbed his cock against my hole, pressing it hard.

  I gave up my res
istance and his head pushed inside me, the thick rim of it spreading me wider. I winced at the pressure as it consumed me and then he began to rock forward, fucking my ass slowly.

  My pussy dripped, still soaked from my orgasms and the building need as he thrust into me.

  “I’m going to fill that pussy too.” I heard him reach inside the drawer by our bed and then a moment later the buzzing noise filled my ears. He stopped rocking inside my ass until he put the vibrator in place inside my channel. “Hold it there, angel. I’m going to take you harder now.”

  The feeling of both of my holes being filled was so intense, and as he sped up his pace, I could feel my orgasm building. Chance gave me a few hard thrusts, and then he moaned as his cock poured into my ass. He kept right on pounding me, and I couldn’t hold the vibrator any longer. I dropped it, and it fell to the bed still buzzing as my juices dripped down my thighs and my face hit the bed.

  Chance pulled out of me and lifted me up, carrying me to the shower where he adjusted the temperature and placed me under the soft, hot rain. Then he held me from behind and kissed me tenderly as his cock brushed up against my back.

  “You’re amazing, angel. I can’t wait until you’re my wife and you have my name and my children.”

  “You want children?” I’d been on the pill for years even though I was a virgin. I’d used it to regulate my periods, and I had never really considered babies.

  “Yes, I want everything with you, Carrie. I’ve never wanted these things before you, and I don’t think I could have ever wanted them with anyone else.” He’d always made sure to let me know how special I was, and that those others had never compared to me. It was a sweet gesture, but unnecessary. I saw the way he loved me, and it was enough.

  He cradled me in his arms and washed me, soaping up my breasts with a firm grip and then rubbing his soapy hand from my smooth mound to my tender ass. He paid special attention to that area and soon again, his cock hardened.

  “Fuck, angel. I’m hard for you again.” He pressed his hips against me, and I moaned turning to face him.

  “I’m always ready for you.” I was so horny from his hands rubbing me that I’d almost made the suggestion.

  “Greedy girl. You want more don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  “Good girl.” He grabbed my hips and aimed his cock at my soaked little slit, and soon we were at it again. I’d never get enough.

  The End

  RYE HART SNEAK PEEKS

  BAD SEED

  CHAPTER 1

  THERESA

  ELEVEN YEARS AGO

  “Theresa, the guy’s bad news”.

  “He’s not a bad guy, Jane. He just had a rough home life. That’s why my parents took him in,” I said.

  “Fine, but I still can’t believe you’re fantasizing about your brother’s best friend.”

  “I’d rather talk about your love interest. Did you actually kiss him?” I asked.

  “Who?” Jane asked.

  “Do I have to specify?”

  “Come on,” Jane said as she giggled. “Who are you talking about?”

  “You know. Chance. The captain of the football team? You can’t tell me you didn’t kiss him after the game last night.”

  “Maybe,” Jane said with a grin.

  “You little tease! I knew it! And you’re giving me a hard time about my innocent crush on Grant. You’re sucking face with the school quarterback. Why can’t this be my miracle moment?” I asked.

  “Are you saying Chance kissing me is a miracle?” she asked, her face turning a slight shade of red.

  “Jane, that’s not what I’m saying.”

  “That’s what it sounds like you’re saying.”

  “Look, I don’t want to argue, okay? I want to know how it was,” I grinned.

  Jane’s face perked back up. “It was awesome. His lips were all warm, and he had just put on Chapstick so they were nice and soft. And his tongue…”

  “He used tongue?” I asked. “Have you ever done that before?”

  “Not until him, but he didn’t need to know that. Confidence is key, Theresa. Project confidence and he will think you know what you’re doing,” she said.

  “You’re so lucky, Jane. I haven’t kissed anyone yet.”

  “And if you stop daydreaming about your brother’s best friend, maybe you’ll see that Ike has the hots for you.”

  “Ew. Ike?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Don’t you see him staring at you every day in science class? Even I can see it, Theresa.”

  “But Ike is—Ike,” I said.

  “Sure, he doesn’t wear a leather jacket, but he’s smart like you. And if you look past his baggy shirts, he’s got some muscles going on under there.”

  “No, he doesn’t. Ike wears glasses and reads books.”

  “Like you,” she said.

  “But I don’t want someone like me. I want—”

  “Grant?” she asked.

  “Yeah. I want Grant. Even though I know, I can’t have him.”

  “You do know that’s weird,” Jane said.

  “Yeah, I know it’s weird. But it doesn’t stop me from thinking about it.”

  “Trust me, I know,” she said. “You talk about it every time I come over.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I just want you to get your first kiss so we can talk and compare and do all of that fun stuff. But maybe you should be looking at someone who already likes you instead of someone who you can’t have.”

  “Like Ike,” I said grimacing.

  “Exactly,” she said with a smile. “He’s really not a bad guy. And he’s head over heels for you. I can see it. He’s always making googly eyes at you and watching you walk down the hallway. He’s got it bad. You could easily have your first kiss with him.”

  “Yeah, I guess,” I said. “But—”

  “But what, Theresa?”

  “Do you think there’s a chance Grant might like me back?”

  “Would it matter?” she asked.

  “I think it would. I mean, it doesn’t make sense for me to have a crush on someone that doesn't like me back. But if he likes me, maybe it could be a one-time thing. Like with you and Chance.”

  “Chance and I are not a one-time thing.”

  “What?” I asked. “Did he ask you out?”

  “Yes, he did. I’m going on my first date!”

  I threw my arms around my best friend as we jumped up and down. I was so excited for her. She had been crushing on Chance Fuller for an entire year, and she was getting to go on a date with him.

  But a part of me was jealous that she was getting her dream guy.

  I wanted my dream guy, too.

  “When? Where is he taking you? Do you know what you’re wearing?” I asked. “Please tell me I can help you pick out your outfit.”

  “Of course, you can. Who else would?” Jane asked. “We’re going out this Saturday night if my parents let me.”

  “Oh, my gosh, what if they don’t let you?” I asked

  “I’ll sneak out,” she said, shrugging.

  “Jane! You can’t do that.”

  “Why not? You can kiss the guy your parents let move in, but I can’t sneak out of the house to go on my first date? I might even let him touch my boob.”

  “Wait, over the shirt or under?” I asked.

  “Under,” she grinned.

  “You wouldn’t! Jane, that’s like an open invitation to have sex.”

  “Yeah. And?”

  I gawked at my best friend as she strutted around my room.

  “I couldn't think of anyone better to lose my virginity to. And it would be perfect. My first kiss, my first date, and my first time? In the same week? It would be perfect!”

  “Jane, you can’t have sex with Chance.”

  “And why not?” she asked. “Because you can’t have sex with Grant?”

  I felt my cheeks flushing hot as Jane sat down on the bed next to me.

  “I
f it makes you feel better, I do think Grant likes you,” she said.

  “Wait, you do?” I asked. “How? Why? Did he say something?”

  “No, not really. He does ask me sometimes how you’re doing.”

  “He does? Why would he ask you?”

  “I don’t know. It’s kind of weird, but sometimes I catch him staring at you.”

  “What? Why didn’t you tell me? This is massive.”

  “It’s just some looks. Not nearly the same kind of looks Ike gives you,” she said.

  “But Grant isn’t like Ike. He doesn’t wear is heart on his sleeve. Grant’s mysterious. And quiet. And wild.”

  I felt a smile trickle across my cheeks as I sighed.

  “You’ve got it bad for him,” Jane said.

  “I do. You’re not pulling my leg on this, are you?”

  “I’m not. But I’m worried about you getting your heart broken. You know your parents won’t ever allow it.”

  “So? You’re about to sneak out of the house and go on your first date. Why couldn't I hide something like this from my parents?”

  “For one, you both live here,” she said.

  “We could work around that, you know. Staying behind sick on family movie nights. Staying up late and talking downstairs. Sitting on the porch. Riding around together in the car.”

  “Wow. You’ve really thought this through.”

  “I have,” I said with a grin.

  “Hollis would have a fit,” she said.

  “We could double-date. You know, if things don’t work out with Chance.”

  I watched Jane’s cheeks tint with red as she shook her head.

  “Oh, come on, Jane. I know you think my brother is hot.”

  “I don’t have a crush on your brother,” she said. “And even if I did, he’s off-limits.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Because he’s your brother, Theresa!”

  “I’d let you date him! Even though the idea of you guys kissing is awful.”

  I gagged playfully, and Jane pushed my shoulder.

  “You’re so gross.”

  “It’s why you love me,” I said with a grin. “Hollis is a pain in the butt, but I know you like him. You look at him with those googly eyes and blush every time he smiles at you. It’s textbook.”