Octavious: Andino Crime Family: Social Rejects Syndicate

by Eden Rose

His tongue has been all over my torso, teasing me to the point where I’m trying to stand on my own two feet.

  Octavious yanks my leggings and thong to my knees leaving my most intimate part of my body free for him to see. He licks his lips and then looks at me with a devilish glint to his eyes.

  “Fuck,” he mutters then winks.

  His tongue is separating my lips of my sex and then gliding over my clit. I’m thrust into pure ecstasy.

  My knees tremble causing me to worry about falling. I place my hands on his head to sturdy myself.

  The tightening in my stomach and my sex is the only indicator I’m going to come. I have never been eaten out before. I have heard other people saying it is amazing and the sexiest thing ever, but Servos wasn’t the type to do it.

  We never did oral. I have never given a blow job before. The fear of this being my first blow job and me being terrible is the only thing preventing me from coming.

  Where do my hands go when I’m blowing him? Do they go behind his thighs? Do they go on his dick? I’m so confused.

  My mind is racing trying to figure out how to do this when two fingers slide home inside of me.

  I scream loudly as my orgasm is ripped through my body. My body shakes and quivers from the big wave of deliciousness that splits through me.

  Octavious lets me ride through my orgasm before easing on his rhythm.

  “Who knew that could feel so good?” I think to myself.

  At least I thought I was thinking that to myself.

  “You have the most gorgeous and little pussy,” Octavious breathes against my sensitive flesh and then gets off the floor. He begins to unbutton his shirt. He leaves it open when he gets to the last button.

  My hands eagerly reach out to start undoing his belt then his pants. I reach inside of his tight Armani boxers with confidence I never knew I had. My hand grazes against something I have never experienced before.

  He’s huge!

  My eyes widen out of fear but Octavious laughs. “You’ll stretch.”

  I’m glad he’s confident about what I can handle!

  I get down to my knees, carefully as I still have my leggings around my thighs. I pull down his boxer briefs and stare at the biggest dick in the world.

  I lick my lips and then lick at the top of the purple head of his cock. Octavious groans a little in the back of his throat as I lick him. This spurs me on more.

  With some bravado, I grip his shaft in my hand and use that to anchor my mouth. I have never done this before but in porn, the woman bobs her head up and down. Attempting to do that, I try to be as sexy as possible.

  My tongue continues to lick him and then my lips engulf him as much as I can.

  Octavious grips my hair and then pulls me off of his dick. I’m on my hands and knees before I know it. I hear the tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper being open and then he’s lining himself up to me.

  “Please go slow,” I beg. I didn’t want to tell him I have had only one sexual partner. He’s probably been with a bunch.

  “I will, baby. Let me know if it’s too much for you.”

  The head of his dick is slipping through my lips before I can ready myself. The leggings around my thighs are making me tighter than I could imagine.

  Inch by inch, he feeds me his dick. My head is swimming with pleasure. I’m drunk on it.

  “I’m going to go faster.”

  I nod.

  With his hands on my hips, he steadies me. I’m full to the brim by the time I feel his balls slapping my clit.

  Fuck! I beg in my head. He feels so good I can’t hold back my screams.

  “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so fucking hot,” he moans.

  Octavious moves his hands off my hips and he covers me with his body. His hands are at my shoulders but on the ground. He fucks me harder and harder until I feel my reality dimming.

  Over and over, he screws me closer and closer to the brink of insanity until I’m coming again. This time, I come so hard I pass out.

  Chapter Nine

  Octavious

  To the men that had this gorgeous woman who is passed out under me, shame on them for not fucking her so good she passes out. She’s absolutely perfect in bed.

  I begin to slide out of her causing her to mewl from the movement. “Welcome back,” I greet her.

  She tilts her head over to the side to look at me. “Wow.”

  I smirk. “Yeah. You’re on fire.”

  “Uh, let me get up so I can pull my pants up,” she mutters sleepily.

  I have other ideas for her. Carefully to not jolt her, I take myself off of her and flip her over. I’m ripping her boots off her feet at the same time and throw them over to the corner of the room. Next are her leggings and cute thong that are peeking out at me.

  With those now discarded off to the side, I’m licking my lips.

  “Your turn,” Vera whispers and licks her lips.

  I love how she’s not self-conscience about her body and trying to cover herself up. I love how she is very comfortable with her body. She should be, too. She’s gorgeous.

  “You want me to take my pants off?” I ask taunting her.

  She nods briskly. “Yes, please.”

  I stand in front of her and push my dress slacks off my legs and kick off my Christian Louboutin Greggo shoes. I stretch my toes a little to get more movement.

  Reaching off to the side, I grab another condom, discarding the old one. I slip on the new on and make sure it is on securely.

  I wiggle a finger for her to get off the floor. She quickly follows the direction I gave her. Standing in front of me with her luscious tits out of her bra, I’m ready to dive inside of her again. She wavers a little on her unsteady legs.

  My hands grab her by the hips, hoisting her up on my body. Her lips meet mine in a fury of want and need. This girl is going to be my own personal brand of heroin. She’s addictive.

  Our lips and tongues are dueling each other as I line up her sex to my dick. With how hard she came, my dick impales her instantly.

  Her lips try to break away from mine, but I don’t let her. With a balancing act I haven’t done in a long time, I fuck her hard. Vera screams against my lips and comes again. That was quick!

  Walking towards the king-sized bed surrounded by gold moldings, I lay down on the bed with her on top of me. Her eyes flare open and I stare into them. She has a fire in them that gets me too horny.

  “Give me a show, baby,” I encourage her.

  She gets onto her feet and begins to ride me like a professional. Vera grabs her tits and pinches the nipples slightly in offering to me.

  Over and over, she brings herself to her own pleasure. Her back bows and her silky hair touches my knees.

  I move my hand off of her hip and bring it to her pussy to tickle her clit. She screams again.

  “Fuck, ride me!” I mutter.

  “I’m going to come again! I’m going to come again!”

  I lift up on my own feet and thrust my cock as hard as I can. I feel my balls tighten and my eyes roll back in the back of my head. I’m coming harder than I did twenty minutes ago.

  “You’re going to be the death of me,” I mutter as she collapses on top of me.

  “Is it always that good?” Vera asks tucked against my chest.

  I smirk and kiss her on the forehead. I don’t know when I became so soft by kissing women on their foreheads, but it feels natural with Vera.

  “If you’re very lucky it is.”

  Chapter Ten

  Vera

  I don’t ever remember feeling this safe and comfortable with Servos. I thought for sure the feelings and the security I felt with my deceased fiancé were unbreakably strong until I’m with the man under me still. His arms are banded around my back effectively cradling me to him as his breathing slows.

  This is what I have been missing this whole time and I had no idea. I never knew I could feel like this before and I love it.

  Off in the corner, I can hear the d
istinctive tune of a phone ringing. I know it isn’t mine because mine is on vibrate in my clutch purse I brought inside of the room. I put it on vibrate when we took off for Mount Olympus’ ski lodge. I didn’t want the distractions from work tainting my vacation.

  I shift off of Octavious and clamber off the bed to start getting dressed while he answers the phone.

  “What?” Octavious answers.

  I feel his eyes on me while I begin dressing in my clothes that have been stripped off of me. When I bend down to grab them, I feel the burn in my legs. Ouch! I’m going to be feeling this for the rest of the week.

  I have never been fucked so thoroughly nor have I ever come this hard. I’m surprised I still remember my name.

  Octavious look hardens. “You mean to tell me you didn’t think that would happen?”

  There is silence coming from his end. I put my arms through my sweater and pick up my leggings to stuff my legs in them. I’m dressed in a matter of seconds. However, I feel the temperature in the room change as whoever Octavious is talking to tells him something he doesn’t want to hear. It is colder now than it was when I was naked.

  The ecstasy of the post-fucking glow has left the room.

  “I’ll be down there in a couple of minutes.” He places the phone down and looks at the wall. I can see he’s trying to process something in his mind that is so much deeper than I could imagine.

  I’m shoving my feet into my boots and lacing them up before he could say anything to me. “Uh, well… This has been fun,” I mumble stupidly. I have no idea what to say. My past relationships were never this intense. My connection to this man is something I couldn’t explain.

  Octavious reaches out and grabs my hand. He tugs me in close to his body before laying his lips on mine. “Can I get your number?”

  I smirk.

  His phone rings again and he swears under his breath. The man has quite a vocabulary.

  “I’ll write it down. You go on and do whatever it is you need to do.”

  He kisses me one more time. His lips leave mine while my eyes are still closed. He’s out the door in seconds.

  Standing in the middle of the room, I look around while contemplating leaving my number. What good would it do to leave my number? Would he actually call me or would I be sitting next to the phone waiting for a call that won’t ever come? I don’t want to be one of those pathetic girls who check their phones five hundred times every hour hoping some guy is going to call me.

  With one last look around, I make sure I have what I came in here with. I know I’m not coming out of here without a giant sign on my forehead that screams “I just had sex!” Nope. I’m totally going to be the one labeled for the booty call I had.

  “Fuck it,” I whisper under my breath. I don’t pause as I walk towards the door. There is no point in leaving my number for Octavious no matter how good the sex was. The sex was fantastic!

  No, it is time for me to leave with some dignity.

  The door slams shut behind me and I’m in the hallway of the lodge. The environment outside of the room is different than what it was however long ago I was out here.

  I pull out my phone to check it. Three missed calls from my dad. I wonder what he wants today. He probably has some crazy theory about why Servos cheated or something.

  Part of me is convinced my father is trying to come up with a reason for why he cheated. I know why he cheated. He wanted to get caught. No one wants to marry a mafia princess. No respectable man would want to marry into my family I was born into. The same family I have been bred to take over someday.

  There is a huge difference between the Italian mafia and the Greek mafia. Most of the Italian mafias keep their women out of high ranking roles. The Baros Family accepts the daughter of the capo as long as the high ranking members of the organization agree to it.

  Even before starting my own business, I never had any aspirations to take over the family business. I didn’t like the guns, violence and the murder which surround the mafia.

  I was about ten years old the first time I actively noticed a member of The Baros Family disappeared. It was one of my favorite drivers and bodyguards, Alexander. Alexander let me get away with just about anything until I turned ten. He took me to my dance classes, after-school dances and friends' houses. We had a good thing going.

  It was on a Wednesday morning I realized Alexander wasn’t coming to pick me up. I remember asking my mom where he was and she shook her head to get me to be quiet. The one thing my father hated was being asked questions about his men.

  “You slut!” Iago screams from across the lobby of the lodge.

  I grimace. The last thing I want is for the whole mountain to hear I just had the best sex of my life. They don’t need to know that.

  I wave him off. My thighs are still a little shaky from the orgasms which crashed through my body. “I’m going to bed,” I mutter.

  He prances over to me to grab me by my shoulders. “How was he?”

  I have two options. I could lie and say we didn’t have sex or I could tell the truth. “He was fucking great!”

  Iago smiles a proud smile. “You whore. You make me so proud!”

  Chapter Eleven

  Octavious

  “Did Baros send you?” I growl at the man tied to the chair in front of me in the warehouse off to the side of the main lodge.

  “Octavious, I swear! I didn’t know you were taking over the property,” he begs with blood around his mouth from my ring splitting his lip.

  I shake my head. “I don’t believe that. I made it clear this was one of the properties The Andino Families operate. Either you’re a rat who was planted here or someone didn’t tell you. My money is on rat.”

  Balak caught the sad excuse of a spy sneaking out of the office with several files on his person. The mother fucker was stupid enough to not jam up the security films or anything when he snuck in. Like we wouldn’t have those rooms under lock and key?

  What did he steal? He stole all of the financial papers from this year and the past year. The only person who could have wanted that was Baros who was probably planning a coup.

  That rat bastard. I’m going to enjoy burying him.

  “Why else would you want the paperwork you were stealing?” Balak asks with his brass knuckles gleaming in the light of the warehouse.

  One of the ways you can tell if someone is working with the mafia is by their outer buildings. Most people who have affiliations have outer buildings and this lodge isn’t an exception.

  The man clams up. “Not much to say?” I taunt. My fist flies into his stomach.

  The man grunts and spits blood off to the side. “Whatever you’re going to do to me is nothing compared to what Alki would do to me. He would fuck up my life. I can’t do that.”

  I smirk. I love it when I’m compared to other bosses in the families. This slimy asshole is working my last nerve. My high from fucking Vera is slowly dissipating.

  I form a fist and swing it against the man’s mouth. His head rolls back in a satisfying swing.

  The man’s head sways back to look at me with a determined smile. “I knew you were going to beat me. Baros knew it, too.”

  “What were you going to do with this paperwork?” I ask. My patience is running thin and I’m ready to just cap this dick to get it over with.

  No matter what, the man in front of me tied to the chair in front of me is going to die a horrible death. Either I’m going to end him or Alki is going to end him. If I do it, I’m going to make it slow to prove a point. I don’t know what Baros would do, but I can assure you he wouldn’t let him live.

  “I’m not telling you shit.”

  I nod one time towards Balak. Balak’s eyes are lighted up with sick pleasure. The man loves to be a sadist. He’s a sick bastard.

  “Get me a knife,” I mutter towards Balak.

  My lieutenant is quick by getting me what I’m asking for. When he’s handing me the shiny metal, I take it by the handle. The heavy meta
l is weighed only a couple of ounces, but the blade is sharp enough for me.

  “You have one last chance,” I inform the man.

  The man sticks his bloodied head up into the air to show me he’s not going to budge. I take the knife and cut off the man’s ear. The knife slices through the cartilage quickly and the man’s screams echo through the warehouse.

  “Keep him here. I need to send Baros a present,” I taunt with the ear in my hand. “Alek!” I call out to my other trusty lieutenant.

  Alek is quick when he approaches me. He knows I’m in a mood and don’t want to be fucking around with this. I want to go through the financials of this lodge and look at more ways of doubling my income.

  “Get me Alki’s address on where he is. Once that’s done, I need this ear packaged and sent to him. You know what I want,” I instruct.

  One of the good things about Alek is the fact he knows how I work. He knows what I like and what I don’t like. I appreciate that about him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Vera

  Iago and I have only been at the lodge for a night when my vibrating phone wakes me up out of a dead sleep. My body is still humming from the pleasures of Octavious and I’m needing to rest.

  I roll over to grab my phone which is charging on the bedside table. I groan when I see it is my father who is calling me.

  “Yes?” I answer.

  “Where are you? You need to come back now.”

  “I don’t need to go anywhere. Dad, I told you I don’t want to be apart of any of this shit. I have told you many times.”

  My dad’s harsh intake of breath is my indicator that my dad is really upset about something. “Vera, princess,” my dad tries to reason with me.

  “Dad, I have stuck by you this whole time. I have done everything you have asked for me to do. I’m asking for the ability to live my own life a little.”

  My father mutters something under his breath before trying a different tactic. “Princess, they have Felipe.”

  My brain wakes up when I hear the name of one of my beloved uncles. Felipe isn’t truly an uncle of mine but I have known him all of my life. He is my father’s right-hand man.