Stroke: A Bad Boy Romance

by Gabby Grace

  I ring the small, lighted rectangular doorbell, and after five short seconds, she opens the door. My jaw nearly hits the floor, and I’m pretty sure my tongue is hanging six inches out of my mouth.

  She’s barefoot, her toenails are painted a hot red color, and there’s a silver ankle bracelet resting on top of her foot. Her black yoga pants leave nothing to my imagination, as I swear I see her pussy lips poking through the thin fabric, inviting me to come in. A slinky, short-sleeve top giving me a clear view of her nipples pointed at attention – she’s definitely braless – tops off her look. I think my cock just ripped a hole in my pants from trying to burrow its way to freedom.

  “Come in, Vito.” Her voice, matching her look, is sultry and seductive. And then there are her eyes, that just pull me into her.

  Don’t mind if I do. My eyes are instantly glued to her rack, but they slowly shift their attention all the way down and back up her body as I survey every inch of her perfection as I walk past her.

  She hangs on the door knob for a minute, caressing it with one hand before closing it behind her, pushing her back and ass up against it until it clicks shut.

  I’m here for one thing and one thing only. I’m going to fuck Bella so deep and so hard, she’ll forget her own name. I move swiftly to close the distance between us, make eye contact with her, and then slowly lower my lips onto hers, showering them with soft, tender kisses to get her juices flowing.

  She responds by wrapping her arms around the back of my neck and pulling me into her, a slight gasp escaping her throat. My full erectness nestles into her stomach just below her perky breasts, and I know she can feel the heat coming off my flame thrower.

  My tongue traces down her slender, silky smooth neck, as she begins unbuttoning my open-collared solid navy shirt. She rummages her fingers to lift it up until it falls off my shoulders, and then she finishes pulling it off my arms and flings it to the side.

  Her left hand moves to my protruding bulge. She expertly pulls my zipper down, desperately reaching inside the top of my underwear to grasp my cock. Bella takes her index finger to my chin, drawing my eyes to her, making sure I see her wet her hand by licking it with her tongue. She takes firm hold of my cock, stroking it painstakingly slowly up and down my full length for good effect.

  My hand reflexively goes to the back of her shirt and shimmies it up her back and torso, and then off over her head. It catches on her long, black hair, before I finish tossing it to the floor. She shakes her hair out, flinging it wildly behind her with her head tilted back. Removing her hands from my pants, she runs her fingers through her silky tresses, and then raises her head back up to flash me a wicked smile. Those women on the hair commercials doing the same hair flip thing? They have nothing on her. Nothing.

  Shit is heating up and fucking quick. Her perky breasts and rigid nipples are fully exposed and impatiently waiting at attention for my tongue to find them. I lick my way down her body until I’m positioned over her perfect nipples, stiff and sweet, and then trail down to her stomach. I pull her yoga pants down her long, smooth legs, and she steps out of them when they reach the floor.

  Fully naked now, I step back away to admire her full beauty. Fuck. I’m going to tear into this Latina goddess and never come up for air. Completely exposed, she stands confidently with her hands at her sides, posing for me, I think. Next thing I know, she lays one palm flat against the door and starts massaging her right nipple with her free hand, moaning. She closes her eyes, seconds later reopening them to lock with mine.

  Without hesitation, I move in, grabbing both of her arms away from her body, pinning them hard up against the door. I kiss her deeply and fully, her tongue willingly accepting mine into her mouth. I tug at her lips a bit with my teeth, playfully yet forcefully enough to remind her that I’m in control.

  I pull her away from the door, my arm draped around her waist and just above her ass, and take her with me to a thick, white carpet spread out on the foyer floor. It looks almost like a great white polar bear skin. I guide us both slowly down to the plush rug until we’re both on our knees, and then I lay her naked body back until it’s being caressed by the soft fibers of the thick carpet that acts as a mini mattress.

  In one motion, I lower my body down on top of her, my cock still straining against my open pants, fighting like a banshee to get out.

  Not fucking yet.

  I need to show her how I treat a woman. My tongue leaves her body as I shimmy myself lower until I’m staring directly into her beautiful, clean-shaven pussy. I dive right in, my tongue tracing her slit up and down until it delves right into the top half. She tastes so fucking good, clean and fresh, and she’s so wet right now. I easily slide a finger into her drenched channel and probe around until I find the spot that drives her fucking ape shit wild.

  She’s spread so wide for me I think she must have been a gymnast at some point, blessed with the flexibility every man wants in a woman. My tongue goes to her inner thighs as she gasps out, her hands gripping at the full shag rug, tugging frantically on the soft white fibers in the throes of ecstasy.

  I alternate between my finger and my tongue, and judging by her body language, she loves everything I’m doing to her right now.

  She desperately tries to speak, her voice quivering under my touch. “Vi… Vito.”

  I won’t stop. Her pleasure right now is my only concern, as I lick and flit her closer and closer to the orgasm that I know is near. She’s pitching and pumping into me now, almost bucking while punching the floor with one hand. Bella’s vocal, and calling out, “Yes… fuck, that’s it… yes…” She has a filthy mouth on her and I fucking like it.

  “You can come, Bella…” I stop my work to speak, then I go back to the business of making her climax.

  Her whole body heaves, her torso coming off the ground, as she grabs me roughly around my shoulders, her body wracked with spasms and waves of orgasmic pleasure, her breathing hard and raspy, the sweat pouring off her face, glistening and beautiful in the late afternoon light.

  She desperately tries to get up, her hand on my chest and pushing against me with all the force her feisty, curvaceous body can muster. I let her push me over onto my side. Her hands go right to my slacks, as she tugs them down, frantic to get to my steel-hard cock that is now fully engorged and ready to rock her world even harder.

  On her knees now and free of any inhibitions, she desperately sucks and licks the tip of my cock as I grunt out in satisfaction.

  6

  Bella

  I take his massive cock into my mouth, leaving plenty up top to play with even though both my hands are grasping it.

  This god, this incredible specimen of manliness, came into my home, and without a word, he brought me to my knees and made me come with his tongue and fingers like no man before him. He owned me and I loved it.

  Now it’s time for me to drive his pleasure boat. I lick him along his thick shaft, tracing his prominent vein up and down, and rubbing my thumb along the wet tip, as he growls his approval.

  I open my eyes every so often to survey Vito, all of him, and I can’t believe what I see. This guy hits the gym, often and hard, by the looks of his strong, striated muscles that before today I doubted even existed on the male frame.

  He has tattoos everywhere on his chest, and arms mostly that move to the rhythm of his body. His thighs look like the trunks of a massive oak tree, firmly planted in the ground and ready for anything, man, woman or beast. His solid chest, massive and sculpted, heaves with every deep breath he takes. His abs, cut and defined, with deep grooves, glisten when he twists and moves.

  He is not only a man in mind and actions; he is built like a man who can take care of anything. He took care of me, and now I’ll return the favor in my own special way. I take him deep, his tip hitting the back of my throat, then release him to catch a breath of air, stroking with my free hand to get him off.

  Truth is, I want his cock buried so deep inside me, and
I want it right fucking now. I slide my body up onto his, straddling his thighs with my legs spread wide, and fall onto him, plunging his wonderful, gargantuan cock inside me.

  I scream out, the guttural shriek coming from deep within my soul. I ride him for a pass or two, and I can’t believe how good he feels inside me. He fills me completely, his long, hard wand pumping into me and hitting my pleasure spots.

  My hands are on his chest, tracing the muscles with the tips of my fingers. I ride him like a cowboy rides a bucking bronco. The friction of him inside me pushes me to the brink of what I thought was possible pleasure-wise, and so far beyond where any other man has ever taken me.

  I am all his, completely, and his intense eyes follow my every movement, taking in all that is happening. His hair, a mussed-up mess, is sticking to his forehead, the manly sweat glistening in every crevice and ridge. It only makes me want to fuck him harder and burn it into his memory, so he’ll remember me above all the other women he’s been with before me and after me.

  I can tell he’s close, one foot planted firmly on the floor as he pistons his gorgeous cock into my depths, his face contorting with the pleasure we’re both feeling.

  “Fuuuccckkkkkk…” His hips rise into mine, nearly throwing me off, as his cock plows so deep inside me, I doubt it could possibly go any further. I feel so full as ropes of his hot sticky cum fill me completely, the white hotness of our joined heat seemingly creating its own power source within me.

  I am so completely his right now as I fall into him, our mouths crashing together as I continue riding him and milking out every last drop. He turns semi-hard, and I slow my rhythm until I’m at a crawl. His arms fall limply to his sides, his eyes are closed, and the smile across his lips shows his slight dimples.

  I kiss him on his neck and whisper in his ear. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

  7

  Vito

  I pull up to Sass, a real high-end strip bar located just outside the hustle of downtown Miami, and park my car under a group of shady palms. Even though the sun is low, the tan leather seats would be hot as shit otherwise, baking my New York ass to a crisp. I make my way inside, noting the high-end vehicles in the lot as my head swivels left and right surveying my surroundings. This isn’t like the one dollar joints you find all over the Bronx planted like places of promise in a barren landscape. I can tell by the high-end design of this place, and the impressive structure of the building that there is going to be top-shelf talent in there and money will be flowing like it’s going out of style.

  As I enter and scan the room, welcoming the air conditioning blasting me as I come in out of the hellish heat, I spy Lucenzo seated in the corner. I’ve never met him before, but it wasn’t tough to pick him out of the throngs of deadbeats, pervs and deviants. He simply looks like a mafia thug should.

  This place has two runways, each with its own brass poles, extending out into the crowd from a larger main stage where the women can have room to perform more advanced types of maneuvers. A hot-looking number climbs the brass pole nearest me, her substantial biceps holding her rock steady as she swings her body up and does a split on the ceiling. Un-fucking-believable talent.

  Lucenzo waves me over as I pass by at least a half-dozen scantily clad beauties in all phases of dress, from lightly clothed to stripping and fully stripped, and working the room like these ladies do, trying to talk guys into lap dances and private sessions.

  He’s a good-looking guy with short, curly, dark hair, a strong chin, and a solid grip judging by our handshake. “How are you, Vito? Have a seat.” He extends his hand down, palm out, and gestures to the black leather chair next to him.

  “Good to meet you, Lucenzo. Nice fucking place.” I make a show of looking around and over my shoulder as I say it.

  “Yeah. I try to spend as much time here as possible. I got no old lady, so these gals keep me going.” His accent is thick, like he’s from the old country.

  “Going?”

  “You see that woman over there… the blond with the killer ass? That’s my girl. Her name is Monique.”

  “You don’t mind that she works here?”

  He shakes his head no. “She’s a modern woman, and I can’t control her. She likes it. She knows the boundaries, though. I beat a guy half to death a few weeks ago for groping her when she told him no. If you look close, you can still see the blood on the carpet over there.” He points to a spot over my left shoulder.

  “Fucker won’t do that again,” I say.

  “Damn straight. I hear you’re a fucking bull, Vito. Is that true?”

  “I can handle myself.”

  “Good, because this is some dangerous shit you’re getting involved in.” Lucenzo pulls a butt out of the pack of Marlboro Lights on the table in front of him, offers me one, then puts it down when I wave him off.

  “Tell me something I don’t know.”

  He pulls a lighter out of the pocket of his black shirt, lights his cigarette, looks at the cherry, and then takes another drag, blowing the smoke out of his mouth and away from me. “The security around this place is pretty high level. They got cameras, heavy metal doors, and a small guard force protecting the place of operations. At least during the day.”

  “Place of operations?”

  “I was filled in by the Antolini family. A guy named Joey Gentile. I run with the Tortelli’s here out of Miami, but our bosses do business. We share information from time to time when our mutual interests are threatened. The place of operations is where the heroin is coming into the country, and from there, it’s processed and sent north up to your neighborhood.”

  “How do you know so much?”

  “We got a guy inside.”

  “Can he get me in?”

  He shakes his head. “I don’t fucking know, Vito. You got to have a plan once you get in. Those fuckers will kill you on sight if you’re lucky, or torture the shit out of you, then kill you, if you’re not so lucky.”

  “Ask him.” My eyes are serious, unblinking, and I won’t back down.

  “Are you fucking crazy?”

  “Yeah, I am. Why the fuck else would I agree to this dangerous shit?”

  “It’s your fucking funeral, pal.”

  “Don’t underestimate what I can do.”

  Lucenzo eyes me carefully, squinting one eye. He takes another long drag, flicks the large cherry into an ashtray, and then continues on.

  “I’ll call the guy later, then get back to you when I can.”

  I lean in a bit and forcefully tap my pointer finger onto the table right in front of him. “You’ll call him now.”

  “What’s the fucking rush?” He’s all fucking nonchalant and checking out some dark-skinned stripper’s ass not five feet from us, as she grasps the pole with two hands, shaking it in his face. She looks exotic, maybe Middle Eastern with her olive-shaped eyes.

  I’m way in his face now, just inches from his hard-as-concrete glare. I slow my speech way down, emphasizing every word. “My boss sent me to find out what’s going on down here. That intel you gave me is solid, but I need to see this operation with my own eyes, and as soon as fucking possible. Understood?”

  “You don’t want to enjoy some of this fine ass first?” He jerks his head to the left, motioning to the exotic beauty who is now just inches away from him.

  “Just call the guy will ya’?” I lean back off the gas pedal, my back finding the upright part of my chair again.

  “Alright, alright. Don’t be so uptight.”

  I watch the strippers, and it’s hot, but just watching women strip isn’t good enough for me. What am I supposed to do, go home and whack off after this? Fuck that. Bella is my girl now, and she’s hot and ready for me any time I want. She’s fucking busy, no doubt, but she’ll toss that shit to the side if I show up. After what I gave her already, she’ll want more and more.

  I get the attention of a barmaid by raising my hand, snapping my fingers and calling he
r over to me. “Gin and tonic, please. Give me shit gin or it’s light on the alcohol, and I’ll send it back.” She’s a pretty brunette with tits too small to be on the stage right now. Otherwise, she’d do. She gives me a look of apprehension because she knows I’m dead-fucking serious.

  She’s back in under a minute with the drink, and nervously places it down in front of me. She waits until I bring the tumbler to my lips, shake the ice a bit by twirling my glass, the condensation already forming in small bubbles on the outside, and take a pull.

  I let the smooth alcohol slide down my throat before I say, “That’s a good fucking drink, honey.” I pull a thick wad of cash out of my wallet and dig for a crisp twenty. I hand it to her and say, “Keep it.”

  Looking across the room, I catch the bartender’s gaze and raise my glass to him. The long-haired guy with a blond ponytail nods at me, then goes back to his work. The barmaid saunters off looking proud of herself, and maybe, just maybe, I made her fucking day.

  Lucenzo reclaims his seat next to me and leans in as though he’s going to say something important.

  “Eleven o’clock. You go to this address.” He hands me a yellow post-it with an address scrawled on it in pencil. “As you’re facing the building, go down the right alley until you come to a red metal door with no knob. His name is Marco. He’ll be there to let you in.”

  “You’re a fucking rock star, Lucenzo.” I shake hands with him as I stand up to leave.

  “I know. Now get the fuck out of my way, you’re blocking my view of the girls.”

  8

  Bella

  I called him at nine-thirty to see if he wanted to come over for a nightcap, but he said he had plans. By the sounds of the engine in the background, he was driving.

  That’s all he said. Then he told me he had to go and hung up.

  Was I being stupid? Was he just in this for a quick lay?