Owned by the Bad Boy(65)

My cock throbs as she tilts her head back, her blonde hair hanging as her chest pulses.

“Fuck me, Tony.”

The request makes my mouth water, but not as much as her glistening pussy. I want her swollen lips in my mouth. I want to taste her while she comes on my tongue.

“Do I look like the kind of guy who takes demands from women?”

Still smiling stupidly, she shakes her head. “No.”

“Then why are you trying to treat me like a bitch?”

The question is too complex for her to answer in her state. Still, I enjoy watching the puzzlement on her face as she struggles to figure out an appropriate response. She lifts her small shoulders in a shrug.

I sit down on a box and beckon to her with a single finger.

“I want to taste that beautiful cunt of yours.”

Blondie smiles coyly as she approaches me, her small feet curling against the cold floor.

“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.

One glance across the bar. A giggle, a smile, a shadow of a wink.

I’m into you.

Really what they’re saying is: Let’s fuck.

It’s a language I’ve got down to a science over the years.

Then I look at the girl. She’s sitting at the far end of the bar. Is she my type? Too thin? I’ll take a woman with curves any day over some stick-thin model with a bony ass. Red lipstick. Cherry red. I’ve got a theory on lipstick color. The redder it is, the more wild she’ll be in bed.

Long, slender neck. Like a swan. She has dark-brown eyes—I can see their color all the way from here. Nice thick lips. A black dress with thin straps clings to her shoulders. Jesus, the shit girls wear when it’s minus ten outside.

My eyes slip right down to her plunging neckline.

Nice tits, honey.

Yeah, I’m checking them out. So what? She notices and a pretty blush blooms over her porcelain cheeks.

The 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.