Steel Promise – Rossi Crime Family Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Forbidden, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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I dig my fingers into thick chest muscles. He strokes faster, his abs shredded and heavenly.

I buck into him, hands straight up and pushing against the headboard.

“You look fucking gorgeous, baby,” he says, squeezing my tits as he fucks me. “Look at you, your mouth open, and those moans you’re making are straight-up sinful. You love getting fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan. “You feel so freaking good. I don’t even know how.”

“You love this, that’s how. You love me buried between your legs.” He goes faster, pumping into me. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” He licks my nipples, sucking them hard. “And they’re so stiff it’s incredible.”

“I’m so close,” I whine, grinding my hips. The friction on my clit’s pushing me into another dimension.

“You want to come for me, baby?”

“Please,” I beg, not caring how it sounds. “Fuck me, Saul. I want to come on you.”

“Oh, shit,” he gasps, going faster, and it shoves me over the edge. The pleasure in those words is like an explosion between my legs. I feel him stiffen too, and we’re coming at the same time, each one of his strokes pushing me to another level. It’s the single greatest orgasm of my life, and when it’s finished, I’m left panting and gasping for air, a sheen of sweat on my naked skin.

He leans back, staring at me. He slides his cock out and takes off the condom. His hands still explore my body, lingering on my breasts, sending aftershocks down my spine.

“That was fucking incredible,” he says softly, shaking his head as he wraps the condom in tissues.

“It really was,” I say, laughing at the sheer impossibility. How am I here right now having sex with this gorgeous stranger? I was going to steal from him. Hell, I still might. But that sex just changed my freaking life.

“When do you have to leave?” He strokes his fingers along my inner thigh.

My eyebrows raise. “I don’t know. Why?”

“Because I’m not ready to be done.”

“You’re not?” I blink as his fingers move toward my pussy.

“Not even close.”

“And what about me? Do I get a say in this?”

“I’m listening.” His fingers stroke up and down my thigh, inches from my clit. “Speak now or I’m going to lick you until you’re begging to ride me.”

My mouth drops open. This filthy freaking man.

He waits, a smile on his lips.

Silence falls over the room.

I can hear my heart racing into my ears.

“Nothing?” He shifts and moves down between my legs, kissing up from my ankle along the inside of my right leg. “No, nothing to say? Are you sure?” He lingers on my inner thigh.

“Would you stop teasing me?” I burst out.

He laughs, but fortunately the man is a good listener as his mouth covers my throbbing pussy and his tongue licks up and down, and it turns out he’s as good at that as he is at everything else.

I lose count of the orgasms. They stop mattering. It’s all pleasure from the moment he touches me.

He comes in my mouth. He comes on my tits. He comes in between my legs. And he still wants more: his hands on my skin, my body contorted for his pleasure. He fucks me from behind, he makes me ride him hard, he slides his shaft deep down my throat as he reaches back and fucks me with his fingers. I come with his dick in my mouth.

By the time we’re done, I’m completely spent. I’ve never felt so exhausted in my life before. I’m on the edge of chafing, and though we’re definitely done, the sex marathon finally over, his hands still don’t leave my body. Even when his breath goes steady and he’s asleep, he’s still touching me.

The clock glows red on the bedside table. It’s a little past four in the morning.

I have to be at work in two hours.

“Shit,” I whisper to myself. He doesn’t stir. Some self-loathing rolls into my throat as I think back on what I just did, but I can’t let myself go down that road. I enjoyed having sex with him and that’s fine—it doesn’t make me a bad person. I nudge him a little, just to see if he reacts, but there’s nothing.

I slip out of bed and gather up my clothes. I don’t know how I feel. Strange, like I’m not myself, but also happy and spent. I pull on my bra and dress in the dark. I’m still wearing the necklace—it’ll have to be cleaned because I’m pretty sure he got cum on it. Nana will never find out. I use the toilet in total silence then stand next to the bed, staring at the Rolex discarded on the floor next to his shoes.

It’s right there.

The watch I came here for.

I just enjoyed a few hours of sin, fucking, sucking, getting fucked, riding, basically doing every filthy thing I’ve ever imagined, and that’s my reward. That watch can save my life. Saul’s dick was great for a few hours, but that watch means so much more. It’s rent, it’s food, it’s medicine. It’s everything.


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