The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(124)

Smack!

My husband’s other hand came down on my ass cheek and I screamed my pleasure again. I could feel my breasts swaying under me as his thrusts became more sporadic, that cock seeking out every last fraction of an inch of depth in my fluttering tunnel.

I smiled dazedly when I felt his hot cum splash against my cervix, then I moaned in satisfaction at the next spurt that capped off another hard and deep thrust. One of these days we should start considering some kind of protection, but how could it compare to this raw animalistic perfection?

Austin leaned forward, flattening me out as he put some of his weight on top of me. He pulled my chin in his direction and I kissed him over my shoulder as well as I could as I caught my breath.

“Oh fuck yes, Sky. You would have had a big load of cum in your pussy in every class.”

“I think it’s time for mathematics now,” I said. “School is in. If one wife gets fucked two times today, how many inches of hard cock can fit down her throat?”

Austin chuckled and slowly began to stroke his magnificent length in and out of me again.





Austin





Stealth was never my strong suit, but I put every last bit of effort I could into it now, just to get out of this room without waking Ryan up. I winced when the door clicked behind me, and paused for a second, listening intently.

I breathed a sigh of relief when there was no sign of any stirring so I wouldn’t have to start settling him from scratch. When I came out to the living room, I saw Kendall was already out there, having clearly worked her magic on Eli faster than I had on Ryan.

Kendall was busily filling Skylar in on some cute thing the kids had done today, while Jace sat back in his chair with his fingers interlaced behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He had that look of concentration on his face I now knew so well.

“Took you long enough,” said Kendall. “I was wondering if you were going to have enough time left to fuck him up in front of his bitch.” She jerked her thumb at Jace.

The three of them laughed heartily.

“Oh haha, you’re all so fucking funny. You’re never going to let that one go, are you?”

“Not any time soon,” said Kendall.

I sat down in an empty chair at Skylar’s end of the couch and Jace leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and tenting his fingers in front of him. He looked from our wives to me and took a deep breath.

“So, I’ve come to a decision,” he said.

“About what?” I asked.

“The long-term plan. All the shit that’s turned up while we’ve dug this Picolli and Bertolini weed out of the New Ashby garden has been… enlightening.”

“There you go with your monk-on-a-mountain shit again. What are you talking about?”

Jace pulled his hands apart and held them up, his eyes glancing upwards as he thought of how best to word whatever he was talking about.

“My understanding of the Mafia organizational structure has changed. The degree to which the Picollis and the Bertolinis were intertwined is far deeper than I thought. The lines between them got especially blurred due to the pressure I put on in Port Magnus, but it’s always been this way, to a certain extent.”

“OK. So? You crushed them like bugs over in Port. We’ve got them on the ropes here. What does this change?”

“It means I can’t kill them,” Jace said.

“They seem to be dying pretty well?” I shrugged, confused.

“I mean I can’t kill the Picollis or the Bertolinis… not without killing, or assimilating, all the families. If I don’t, then they’ll always have a place to run. They’ll always have a place to regroup, access to huge resources that can make big problems for us. Endanger everything we’ve built.” Jace glanced at Kendall and Skylar, and in the direction of the rooms the kids were sleeping in.

“I see… uh… do you mean…” I trailed off.

Jace nodded. “Yes. The long-term plan. Picolli. Bertolini. It doesn’t matter anymore. If they’re part of one of the crime families, they join us or die. This will be a nationwide campaign.”

I flopped back in my chair. “Holy shit.”

Skylar shuffled closer to me and reached out to grab my hand. With how things had been going, I had almost started to think we were getting near the other end of the tunnel. The Bertolini’s were not in control of New Ashby anymore. We were. As Jace would put it, their assets had been seized.

But now this? I didn’t doubt him for a second, it all made sense, but was this a war we could win? I looked at Jace, at the calculating mind behind the eyes and knew, like always, he had a plan.

“Where would we even start?” I asked.