by Posey Parks
The girls squealed. Yeah, every one of us knew that was code for good sex.
Dillon shook his head. “Marco, you asked. What did you expect her answer to be?”
I chuckled. “How about I had a good nap.” I shrugged, throwing my hands in the air.
The entire table burst into laughter.
“Marco, we had this conversation last night.” Brandon brought his glass to his lips.
“They couldn’t wait to discuss play-by-play what happened in our bedroom.”
“You sound a little salty, baby.” She kissed his cheek.
“I promise to make it up to you.”
His brow lifted. “Yeah, I like that.”
I elbowed Dom. “Brandon sounds like you had a change of heart.”
Dominic shook his head. “Marco, yeah he did.”
He sipped his beer. “Brandon, I learned a while ago to let them do their thing. It can only benefit you later.”
Everyone at the table was in stitches.
“Tony, we gave Nadine shit on the trip.” Samantha grinned.
“Why?”
“That pet name is so sexy.” Samantha hyped the girls up.
They chanted. “Hey, Kitten.”
Tony pressed his hand against his red face. I’ve never seen that man embarrassed about anything.
Nadine stuck her tongue out and twirled her hand in the air. “I love my naughty name.” She wrapped her arms around Tony’s neck and kissed his lips.
This group was special to me. They accepted my wife and I into their circle. They didn’t have to. We were a different bunch. Mobsters and assassins. Murder was our commonality.
Their level of murder was on an entirely different playing field. They received orders from the president himself to commit murder.
Did the president know who was in the warehouse that night? Maybe he didn’t care. He needed a job done and wanted his team to carry out the mission. Didn’t matter if we tagged along.
The moment our toes wiggled in the sand, I held Emoni’s hand and threw up the other, waving goodbye to our friends.
Alone time with my wife. That was what I most desired on this trip. “I’ll carry your life jacket.”
“No, it’s ok, I’ll leave it on. The Glocks are under here. Remember?”
“Oh, yeah.”
She pointed toward the gray straw tiki umbrellas standing in a single file line as far as the eye could see.
I leaned down and removed her sandals from her feet.
“Thanks, baby.”
Gripping our shoes in my opposite hand, Emoni clutched my arm.
“It’s so beautiful here. Will one week be enough?”
“Probably not. We’ll have to come back another time.”
She reached up and snatched my sunglasses off my face. “I want to see those gorgeous green eyes.” Emoni stuck my glasses in her cleavage.
“Good, now I can see what you were hiding from me.” Her sexy lips tightened.
“Fine. I’m pissed, Emoni.”
“I’m listening.” She gripped my fingers tighter, offering a smile.
“Your pal Octavius is in Punta Cana.”
She stopped in her tracks and released my hand. “Are you serious?” Emoni rubbed her brow.
“Did you tell him we’d be here?”
She waved her hand, staring at the sand. “Yes, he asked, were we having coffee in two weeks when he returned from his business trip. I told him no because my husband and I were going on vacation in Punta Cana.”
Emoni’s hand flew over her mouth. “Shit.”
“What?”
“I told him he worked too much and should take a vacation.” Her dark eyes met mine. “It wasn’t an invitation.”
“Emoni, I told you before. I don’t like the guy.”
She threaded our fingers. “I know. And wouldn’t it be wise to keep your friends close and your enemies closer?”
Emoni placed my large hand on her ass as our eyes locked. “I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize what we have. I told our men my eyes are open.” Her lips puckered.
“Good.” I crushed her sweet lips. My eyes darted between hers. “I need him to know I see him.”
She swayed her fingers over my chest. “Baby, I one hundred percent agree.”
Spoken like a true Donna.
“You owe me something big this afternoon.” Biting her lower lip, Emoni’s seductive eyes dipped between us.
A deep chuckle left my throat. “Oh, yeah, I do. Before we return to the house, I want to talk to Kahn and Kagan.”
She turned to the sea of people crowding the beach. “Do you know where they are?”
I called Kahn to get their exact location.
A few minutes later, we found them lounging under a tiki umbrella near the bar, clutching bottles of whiskey. Figures.
“Guys, are you staying out of trouble?” Emoni crossed her arms over her chest.
Kagan stood and kissed her cheek. “Yes, Mrs. Esposito.”
I pushed Kagan back. “No need to place your dirty lips on my wife.”
She smirked. “Marco, you’re overreacting.”
Kahn lifted Emoni off her feet from behind.
“Kahn put me down,” she ordered.
He lowered her to the ground. “How was the yacht trip?”
“We had a great time. I hadn’t been on a jet ski in years.”
My eyes widened. “I must love you because I put my life in your hands in the ocean.”
She shrugged. “It’s like riding a bike.
Kagan scratched his dark mane. “I don’t think so.”
Emoni waved her index finger at him. “Not funny.”
“Kind of is. You could have killed the boss man out there.” Kahn refilled his glass.
“Then that would have been his fault. Because Mr. Badass refused to wear a life jacket.”
The guys snickered under their breath.
I shook my head. “Don’t. Kahn, have you talked to Gage again?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. Nadir’s with him for back up.”
“Good. I need you guys to round up the packages and call me with a location.”
Kagan slapped my back. “Got it, big guy.”
AFTER A SHOWER, I RESTED my wet hair against the upholstered cream headboard and channel surfed.
In a deep slumber, her hand dangled over my cock. Stroking Emoni’s wavy dark locks, my green-eyed gaze fell over her body. I lifted the lux percalle sheets and stared at her voluptuous breasts as they rose and fell. I tried to keep my cock at bay, but the second she rolled on her back and her breasts were exposed, it was a lost cause.
I sat the remote on the nightstand. Checking basketball stats with a hard cock wasn’t working. My eyes gravitated back to my beautiful wife, then to the calming clear blue ocean. Each couple shared the same view.
Holding my cock, I thought about the mobster and the Donna. She wasn’t supposed to be with a guy like me, but adjusted to my life of crime well. Now we had two small children at home. I had two boys. That was surreal. The best feeling was watching over them while they slept, knowing they were safe. Mob bosses didn’t always get a happy ending. I’d do everything to keep them safe.
Emoni sat straight up. “How long have I been asleep?” Her fingers tousled her damp hair.
“Not long.”
She stared at my cock, then met my gaze. “I left you with a hard on too. Sorry─”
My index finger pressed against her lips. “Don’t apologize.”
Her eyes softened. “I’ll be right back.”
I nodded. All that ass bounced as she walked away. That view was stunning.
“Beautiful, baby.”
She flashed a smile and a wink before she disappeared into the bathroom.
My phone vibrated. I glanced at the screen.
Kahn: We found a spot. We’ll see you at eight.
Me: Good.
I felt the bed move.
“Who was that?” Her breast swayed as she crawled towar
d me.
“Kahn. He found a place for Octavius and I to have a friendly chat.”
“Friendly, Marco. Am I going too?”
“No, your pretty face might make me less friendly to the gnat.”
“Ok.” She laid on her stomach and stroked my cock. “You’re tense, Marco.”
She’d paid attention over the last two years. Knew when a problem ate at me.
Her lips kissed the tip, and she never tore her eyes away from mine. Emoni’s fingers caressed my muscled thigh.
The blood rushed to the head of my cock. I wanted her bent over. Precum dripped down the side of my dick.
“I won’t rest until I find out why he befriended my gorgeous wife.”
“You run a tight ship, baby. We’ll lure him together.” Those dark calculating eyes flicked cold. Her evil laugh vibrated my cock. Emoni’s tongue slid down the side of my shaft, catching the cum.
I tilted my head to the side. “Yeah?”
“We run a tight ship.” Her greedy eyes and fingers trailed over my tattoos. Emoni’s eyes remained steady on my chest. Widening her lips, she lowered her mouth onto my cock. My fingers dug into her thick hair and tugged as I slammed my dick against her gag reflex.
“Feels good, Emoni.” I moaned her name like a dude getting pussy for the first time.
She gripped the base of my cock, twisting as she worked her mouth faster. I slapped her ass the quicker her mouth slid up and down my dick.
“Fuck, Emoni.”
“Mm,” she moaned.
Her tongue circled underneath the mushroom head of my dick as she purred. That was it. “Oh, Emoni.”
The cum shot from the tip like an eruption.
She slurped down every drop.
Emoni flashed a sexy grin. “Play with my pussy.” Her hair swept over the soft sheets as she laid on her back.
I loved when she told me what she wanted. “Open wide. Show me that pretty cunt.”
Sucking her finger, Emoni’s gaze roamed my body as her free hand gripped her breast. One leg fell across my thigh. The other fell to the side, exposing her wet core.
Thumbing her clit, my tongue slid over my lips.
“Baby, grab the small canister out of the drawer.”
Caressing her calf, I snatched up the jar.
“Strawberry goodness in a jar.” I glanced at her.
“What is this?”
“Sydney and Samantha’s product. They have several other flavors. They said their husbands love it. I thought you could try it.”
I frowned. “Yeah, I’ll try it.” I didn’t need an extra additive over powering the taste of her pussy. I tossed the jar aside and circled two fingers over her nub, begging to be pleased. Emoni massaged her taut brown nipples. Her stomach dipped as her back arched. Sliding my finger along her slit into her warmth, I watched my beautiful chocolate wife come undone. Her hand fell over mine, pushing the two fingers deep inside her.
“Marco,” she panted. “Eat my pussy now.”
My fingers slid over Emoni’s silky skin. I loved how her skin looked against my tan inked body. Her dark skin was breathtaking. I was more in love with her today than I was when we first met.
Kneeling on the side of the bed, I gripped her thighs and pulled her toward the edge.
She grinned and placed the canister in my hand. Emoni caressed my face.
“You really think I’ll like this, huh?”
Her lips curled upward. “I like the way it tastes. Maybe you will. If you don’t, you can say you tried something new.”
“We’ll see.” I unscrewed the top and dipped my fingers inside. The substance reminded me of whip cream with a red tint.
Emoni braced her ankles on my broad shoulders, peeking between her legs. I wasn’t sure who was more curious. Me or her. I slid two fingers along her folds, smearing the red cream. Gripping her thigh, I licked from her ass to her clit.
“Not bad.”
I wiggled my nose over her clit and Emoni flopped on the mattress. Her fingers soon found my dark mane.
“Marco,” she breathed breathlessly.
“The warm of the whip and your tongue together feels...”
I nipped her clit and her foot thudded my back.
“...amazing.”
My nose swept along her mound. Circling my tongue over her hole as my fingers found her breast. Her hand fell over mine as she bucked my face.
“You taste so good, baby.”
The scent and taste of strawberries made me a little nutty. I tongue fucked her hole like it was my cock. Emoni slammed her greedy pussy onto my tongue.
“Oh fuck,” she yelled. Her pussy walls contracted and her cum poured into my mouth. I was the welcoming fountain who needed more. Gathering more whip on my fingers, I slathered the whip over her labia down to her ass.
Her body rose and fell underneath me. I stared at her gushing hole, ready to eat more of her good fucking pussy. Widening her ass with my thumbs, I sank my tongue into her hole.
“Baby, baby,” Emoni purred.
Her fingers tenderly swept along my scalp.
I hooked two fingers inside her, attacking her G-spot as I shoved my tongue in her hole until her body was a trembling mess in my arms.
“Ah.” Her scream tore through my ear drums.
“Oh, God. I can’t make it stop.”
“You don’t want me to stop. I know you, baby.” My words were rough, raw, and true. I’ve studied this woman’s body for almost three years. She loved my tatts, my cock, and tongue. In that order.
Circling her clit with my thumb, I sucked the juices from her shivering pussy.
I popped my head up for air. Emoni, shaky hand slid down my glistening cheek.
Wrapping her legs around my torso, I lifted her with me and walked toward the bench beneath the oversized window.
She squeezed my neck. “Did you and the guys talk about where Brandon and Zoey had sex?”
I peeked at her with a scowl. “No. Why?” I sat her on her bottom.
“Because they fucked on the bench in their living room.”
“Huh, oh yeah?”
Emoni grinned, nodding.
“Did she watch the waves?”
“No.”
I tooted my bottom lip. “You will. On your knees, baby.”
She faced the window. My heavy hand fell across her ass.
“Ouch.”
“I want to catch a faint glimpse of your fuck me faces in the window pane.”
I whispered in her ear. “Watch the waves.”
Clutching her waist with one hand, I pressed my cock against her soaked hole. “Take this dick, baby.”
Thrusting slowly inside her warmth, Emoni’s head dropped back.
“Marco,” she gritted out.
My hands firmly clutched her waist as I pounded into her. I loved watching her pussy swallow my cock. My hand glided across my forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat. Emoni peeked over her shoulder as she circled her hips. A grin followed. Of course, because she knew how to throw that good pussy.
My fucking weakness. Pinching my eyes shut, I groaned, “Emoni.”
Not sure when I began fucking her so hard, she was squirting on my chest.
“Marco,” she hollered out.
My eyes darkened. “Don’t stop screaming my name.” Emoni’s sweaty hand slammed against the window.
Her quivering pussy was mine. I leaned over her, wrapping my hand around her neck, and gripped her thigh in my other palm. Allowing me to push deeper inside her.
“That motherfucker flew to this resort to see my fucking wife,” I growled.
The intensity of my thrusts persisted as her body violently shook beneath me.
“Marco, I don’t want him,” she cried.
Squeezing tighter, I relentlessly pounded into her core until she came again.
“Doesn’t stop the anger brewing. Crushing my heart. You’re mine and he can lie until my knife carves out his tongue. His actions speak volumes. It will take every b
it of restraint not to murder that motherfucker tonight.”
I stepped back then flipped her over. Brushing my thumb over her clit, my lips turned upward as she squirted again. The strawberry fragrance was thick in the air.
“I love that shit.”
Drenched in her cum, I pulled her into my arms and carried her limp body across the room. Pressing her back against the wall, I entered her again. Emoni’s knees hooked over my forearms.
Evil rained in her eyes. “You don’t scare me. But he will be.” Her voice was hoarse. The words sounded like a promise.
She crushed my lips with a snicker. “Fuck me until I’m numb.”
I released one leg and squeezed her neck. My wife loved to be choked. By me. At first, I was concerned. Didn’t want her to think I was abusing her. Emoni comes harder when my fingers are wrapped around her pretty little throat. Driving into her harder, she whimpered against my hand.
“Do you want to watch me kill him?”
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “I want to play too.”
Emoni wrapped her legs around my waist and I slammed my other hand against the wall beside her head. I nuzzled her neck as her slick pussy slid up and down my dick.
“Shit this pussy.” I paused. “Feels so good.”
“Marco,” she gritted out.
“When the time comes, Mrs. Emoni Esposito, you’ll be there.”
I slid my tongue along her cheek as her pussy clenched around my cock.
“Come again, Emoni,” I breathed against her parted lips.
Her convulsing body slumped in my arms, I stilled inside her warm walls. My cum unleashed inside the womb that would only bear more of my seeds.
Emoni caressed my soaked hair. Lips still attached, I crawled across the bed with her until Emoni’s pretty head rested on the pillow.
Staring into her dark oval shaped eyes, I kissed her chin. “I love you, baby. Don’t ever think differently. Do you hear me?”
Her eyes darted between mine. “Marco, I know. And I love you, too. You’re the only man who owns my heart.”
I pulled her into my arms and held her tight.
My blood coursed through my veins as my nostrils flared. I was ready to kill.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
MARCO
MOBSTER
DARKNESS SURROUNDED me in the meager warehouse. Leaning against the wall, I blew three smoke O’s into the air. The fermented tobacco leaves were smooth between my fingers. Turning my face to the ceiling, I placed the cigar between my lips and inhaled. The night was still. Crickets and other night bugs leapt through the tall grass on the other side of the door. My men clutched their Glocks in the shadows, awaiting my command.
