#1 Chapter 2

"I want you to grind your pussy against my face. Move."

I reach around and give her a vicious slap over her ass. Her muscles twitch as a bright-red burn flushes her skin. She giggles and moves forward. I smell her musk-it's all over her thighs. She spreads them apart and I grab her ass cheeks, loving how firm they are, and then my tongue darts out, tasting her. Her taste swirls around my tongue as I press my face to her greedy cunt, reaching back and eating her pussy for all I'm worth. She lets out a long moan and digs her fingers in my hair, which I hate, but I allow because her antics turn me the fuck on. I catch a glimpse of myself eating out this chick in the mirror across the room, and I laugh into her heated pussy. It doesn't get much fucking better than this-scoring hot chicks every fucking night.

A sharp intake of breath from her tells me that I'm on the right track. She yanks hard when I plunge my tongue inside her slippery walls, using my finger to rub her clit.

"Fuck-Yeah, right there."

"You like that, baby? You want to come?"

"Y-yes!" She gasps out, her chest dotted with red.

I use my hands to bring her closer to the edge. My fingers dive into her wet cunt, curling forward until I hit that sweet spot. She gasps, clinging to my hair. My tongue swirls around her swollen nub, sucking the juices that spill from her. Then I insert a third finger and her thighs twitch on either side of her. She lets out a long groan as she comes over my fingers, her pussy clenching me hard. My dick strains against my slacks as I feel her come undone. I slide my fingers out of her and wipe her juices on the inside of her thighs.

"Holy fuck," she says, sounding as though I fucked the drunkenness out of her.

"All right. Now get the fuck out of here."

I give her another slap across her ass and push her back as she gasps for breath.

"But-you said you'd fuck me!"

I grin at the confusion clouding her face. "And I did."

"That's not what I wanted!"

"I wanted you to leave me the fuck alone, but I guess we don't always get the things we want in life."

"Fuck you!"

A smirk tightens my face. "Already have."

Then I leave her standing there, naked and stunned. It's a bit of a dick move, but I told the girl about my rules. I was very clear. One night. No repeats.

I duck into the bathroom to wash the pussy juice from my hands and face, laughing as I catch a glimpse of my disheveled appearance in the mirror. My dick is still half-hard, but I decide to leave it alone. I walk out, passing the storeroom as I reenter the bar and take my seat.

Pussy and the mob are pretty much my life.

My nights are pretty much the same.

It starts with a look.

chair squeaks as I shift myself uncomfortably, my cock stirring as I think about what she'd look like naked. What will her tits feel like in my hands? I imagine striding to her right now and pulling down that tight cocktail dress to free them. Oh, Maddon. I can feel my cock throbbing as I imagine the filthy things I'd like to do to her body. Tie her up, loop the rope around her tits, and make her bend her knees to suck my cock then I'd return the favor and stick my tongue between her legs until she comes. Vivid images flash through my head, slowly getting my dick hard, but I stay here and sip my drink, giving her a friendly smile.

Right away I can tell that this girl is not used to being ignored. She keeps trying to catch my gaze, but she won't budge. Fuck, she's one of those girls. I'm tempted to wait her out, to let her come to me, but I can't risk some other asshole hitting on her.

Draining my glass, I set it down and slide off the stool, making a beeline for her. She pretends not to notice as I slide in right next to her. A pleasant citrus smell wafts from her neck and I bathe in it for a moment.

"How's it going, hon?"

Her delicate face turns toward me and my heart flips inside my chest. Wow, she's gorgeous. She doesn't wear too much makeup. Great skin. She's average height, with long, thick, dark-brown hair, a few curls teased around her face. Nice pouty lips and big eyes. They're animated-full of emotion. Large golden hoops for earrings. Beautiful face and body. She looks like a hyper-sexualized version of the Italian girls I grew up with. I can almost see her nipples through the fabric, and a vision of me bending her over the bar table consumes my mind.

"Not that well, actually."

A loud New York accent shakes from her mouth. She plays with the almost empty drink in her hand and gives me a fleeting look. Then she does a double take, a slow blush spreading over her cheeks as she checks me out.

Take a good look, hon.

"Can I get you a drink?"

My lips pull into a grin as her blush deepens. She wraps her fingers around her drink and gives a little shake of her head.

I want her hair coiled around my fist as she kneels on all fours, her tits swinging as I nail her from behind. The heat of that vision almost makes me groan, because she is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.

I ignore her dismissal and lean in closer. "Damn, I didn't think a girl like you would get so hot and bothered over a small request."

She worries her lip and catches me staring. "I am not hot and bothered."

A deep chuckle rumbles through my chest. "Sure you aren't, sweetheart."

She parts her lips and gives me a long look, a strand of hair hiding her face. I'm tempted to reach out and brush it behind her ear, just for an excuse to glide my fingers over her perfect skin.

Her eyes are slightly glazed over as her gaze meets mine. "You don't know me."

"I don't need to know you to buy you a drink."

I flag down the bartender, ordering us a couple drinks. Then I turn back to this smoking-hot broad, wondering what's the best angle I should use to take her home with me. Though, it doesn't look like I'll have to try very hard. Desire rolls off her shoulder in waves, like a heat lamp. The way her eyes can't seem to stop glancing at me-yeah, this chick wants my cock.

"What's your name, beautiful?"

She narrows her eyes. "Elena."

"I'm Tony."

Elena accepts her drink from the bartender and takes a long sip. "Listen, I'm not in the mood."

Yeah, right. That's the most feeble brush-off I've ever heard.

I raise my eyebrow, toying with her. "In the mood for what?"

Long, brown hair swings in front of her tits as she leans toward me with a half-drunken smile. "For you to list reasons why I should go home with you."

"There's only one reason, actually."

"Yeah?"

My voice lowers to a slow growl. "I think that you've had a very long day, and you're desperate for a nice, thick cock to pound your pussy. You want a reason? I'll give you one. I'll fuck you so hard and good that your clit's going to feel my cock thrusting underneath long after I'm gone."