Riding Dirty: Luciotti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) - Kara Hart Page 0,20

and come back to the pot roast.

As soon as I got into the bathroom, I realized how dangerous this woman was. She was capable of altering my emotions in a way I didn't need during this trip. My being there was supposed to be simple, but now I'd complicated things. I met this woman who was already controlling me.

I pressed my hand down against the thick bulge in my jeans. My cock had grown solid again and it was bad this time. Of course, there she was in my head again, lowering her body in front of me, pushing against my cock with her ass. Use me. She said, running her tongue against her lips.

She pressed her cheek against the cold concrete floor and I found my hand pressing against her head as I pulled my thickening cock out of my zipper. I don't even waste time taking my pants off. I fuck her like she wants me to. Harder. I know you can fuck me harder than that. Lucas.

And I'm pounding her and pounding her, sliding deep inside her folds. She’s wrapped around my massive cock and there's no way I'm letting go or pulling out.

In reality, I'm propped up against the bathroom wall, spitting on my hand. I shined my cock with my spit and I began rubbing my glistening cock until I'm stroking it. Up and down, swirling my palm against the underside of my head.

Dahlia was right. I’m an asshole. I’m a pig. And I'm staring at the toilet bowl, imagining myself riding her as hard as I fucking can. I'm pulling on her with my belt, like she's wearing a collar. She's mine. All mine.

I moved my hand faster, until I was about to burst. The pressure swelled up inside me, and I could just hear her moan “Shoot your load inside of me.” And I would.

My cock shoots like my 9mm, fast and accurate. Only, I unloaded the whole cartridge. White strings of cum pulsed out of me as I fell against the wall in front of me. The pleasure was too much. My hand scrapes against her back. I stop and squeeze the thick of her ass one more time. And I pull myself out, both of us soaking in our sex.

I cleaned up and flushed the toilet. The red from my cheeks dissipated after some time and I felt ready enough to go back to the hell that was “family dinner.” I wiped my hands clean and exited the bathroom.

“Took you long enough!” Ricky yelled out as I made my way into the room. I was hoping no one would call to attention the fact that I'd been gone for more than ten minutes, but of course I was immediately outted. “What were you doing in there? Playing a little hokey-pokey? Choking that chicken?” No one laughed. “Oh, come on! I'm just messing with you, brother. Relax. You all need to relax a little! Drink some more wine.”

He grabbed a bottle of red wine and attempted to pour me a glass. His hand shook and hit the top of my glass and the bottle came crashing down onto the table. Red wine spilled everywhere. My father got up from the table and walked to the family room. He motioned for me to follow him.

“Your brother is a buffoon,” he said, as he sat down on a leather chair in front of the fireplace. “I don't know what happened to him.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “He was always a hot head, pops. Never could take a hint. Lucy dying seemed to send him over the edge. You know what that can do to a person,” I reasoned.

“He's part of the Luciotti family, dammit. He should have some fucking respect.” He chewed on the end of cigar almost violently now.

“I know. I've tried to tell him. He won't listen,” I said, running my index finger over my gold family ring. Ricky lost his years ago.

“Have you seen our neighborhood? Have you seen how nice it is now? Our family built this district. People depended on us. All the Italian immigrants. Even those fucking micks. They all looked to us for backup. So we helped everyone out, for a small fee. Sure, it was a business. But when it came down to it, we were a respectable family. Ricky, God bless him, is a disgrace. He's putting shame on all of us. How is anybody supposed to respect a man like him? I'm asking you, Luca,