Page 23 of The Mafia Enforcer's Temptation

Fuck, she’s tight.

Her pussy clenches, pulling me in, and I go balls deep. Then I pull out and slam back in and her eyes roll up. “Oh fuck. What the hell? You’re pierced? That’s… oh… my… God…”

I slam into her, rocking her upward, taking my fill. I’m not interested in a rhythm or any kind of seduction.

This is a stripping bare, a domination. It’s dirt-level fucking and I want to be as deep as I can, as hard as I can, as rough as I can.

Every thrust into her pulls on my piercings, her sweet, soft flesh fluttering around them. And when I pull out, the drag works the other way, like I’m being worked over from every fucking direction.

She’s gasping and moaning and she pushes back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. She’s just as rough and hard like she needs it as deep and intense as I do.

I watch her face in the mirror, then grab her hair and pull back her head to keep her looking at me. I don’t know her name or who she is, and she doesn’t know mine, apart from the fact that I’m a Murphy.

It’s full-on, no-holds-barred fucking and I’m going to come. The orgasm ripples down my spine and up through my balls. Her cunt gets tighter as she pushes up into me and down on thesink’s edge, and then she starts to writhe, spasming hard, right as I fuck into her so hard that when I come, I almost black out.

My cock pulsates in her, filling her wet pussy, and when I’m done, I pull out, flip her around, and push her down to her knees, shoving my cock into her mouth so she can clean me off.

It’s not a nice act to perform on someone I don’t know, but I don’t particularly care. This has been building since I tackled her to the ground outside the wedding celebration. Instead of fighting me, my dirty girl opens wide and sucks me down to the back of her throat, her tongue working me hard.

A flash of silver catches my eye and I shove her away, the knife arcing through the air, narrowly missing my chest. I grab her by the hair and tuck myself away with my free hand before tugging her up.

There’s no knife in her hand. I glance down to find it and realize my mistake at the last second as she slashes at my thigh. I stagger backward and she’s on her feet. In a hot second, she flees out the fucking door.

I sigh and take off after her.

She’s already out the front door, and by the time I toss the bartender a hundred, she’s just disappearing around a corner on Essex Street.

I follow at a jog.

She only scratched my leg when she could have sliced into me, but I don’t take that as postcoital anything. She wanted out the door; she didn’t want to fight. So she went for the element of surprise.

After giving me a nice taste of what her blow jobs might be like.

She wanted my cock.

Sure, I didn’t give her much choice, but she took me more than willingly.

I stop. There’s a lot of construction here, no other bars. And to my right is a building that’s going to be demolished.

The door’s open.

I edge up, female voice floating outside. I step in the doorway and they stop.

Someone moves, but I can’t make much out since it’s dark in here and my eyes haven’t adjusted.

I take one more step forward, right as something slams into my head. My legs buckle and everything goes black.

SIX

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My heart’s rioting,my stomach’s turned into a tornado, and everything else is in a complete free fall.

I stare down at the Murphy brother I stupidly had sex with as Onyx, part of the Devil’s Disciples motorcycle club, stands there with the plank of wood hanging from one tattooed hand as he glances from me to his girlfriend, Claudetta, and back to me again.

“Dang, girl,” he mutters to me, “does trouble follow you around? I might have to rethink throwing in with you when you get your bratva, or else find you a man among the brotherhood.”

Claudetta cuts her eyes to him and lights a cigarette. “No way, Papi, she’s no bitch or ol’ lady. This one’s a queen. You don’t believe me? My sister Maria, she’ll fight you and take you down.”