Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,105

I’m not going to make her wait a moment longer than she has to. Shoving my hand in my pocket, I send Arlo a text asking him what room is available.

ARLO: ROOM TWO. ERIN IS IN ROOM THREE.

I snort at his response and the fact that he felt the need to tell me where the bitch is.

KEEP HER UNTIL I’M FINISHED?

ARLO: HAVE FUN WITH YOUR WIFE. SHE’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU.

Without another word, I reach for Pippa’s wrist, tugging it off of my neck before I spin and start to walk away from the bar, dragging her behind me. She giggles, and I know she’s had a little too much to drink, but not too much that she’s completely shitfaced.

Walking straight for room two, I turn the knob, pushing it open before I step inside. Pippa hurries into the room, walking straight over to the bed. Closing the door behind me, I flip the lock before I slowly turn around to face her.

Pippa watches me from the side of the bed, her big blue eyes on mine. “You in pain?” I ask.

She shakes her head once, but I can see the need in her eyes, a need that she’s replacing with sex right now. I can’t say that I’m sorry about her choices, I’m certainly not. But, I also know that addiction, especially to painkillers can be an excruciating thing to go through.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a blunt and a lighter. I light the smoke, holding it to my lips before I pass it over to her. She takes it without question. I watch as she wraps her lips around the blunt and my cock stiffens beneath my zipper, imagining those lips wrapped around it while on her knees for me.

Who would have thought watching a woman smoke would be as fucking hot as watching my wife do it?

“Take off your clothes,” she rasps.

Smirking, I do exactly what she wants, slowly. Her eyes roam over my body with each article of clothing that I peel off until I’m completely naked. I think this could be the first time ever that I’m naked and she’s still clothed.

I can’t deny that in this room, her drunk and on her way to high, it’s a fantasy that I never thought I had, but I fucking do. Reaching for my hard length, I wrap my fingers around it and stroke myself.

“Massimo,” Pippa purrs.

Licking my lips, my eyes drag down her body before lifting back up to her face. “Suck me,” I hoarsely demand.

Her lips turn up into a grin, a sly one. She makes her way toward me, still wearing her tight dress and high heels. Once she’s close enough for me to reach, I take the blunt from her.

Lifting it to my lips, I dip my head in a silent demand for her to lower to her knees. Reaching for her chin, I touch her there, lifting her face before she sinks down.

“Panties off, lift your skirt to your hips, I want to watch you touch yourself while you suck me off.”

Goosebumps appear on her skin and I watch as she shimmies her panties down, kicking them to the side before she lifts her skirt to her hips, exposing her bottom half to me. Unable to let her immediately drop to her knees, I reach between her legs and slip my fingers through her folds. She’s wet, so fucking wet already.

My mouth twitches as I bring my hand up, touching her lips with my fingertips, gliding her wetness along them—painting them.

PIPPA

Tasting myself on my own lips is foreign, but I can’t deny that I like it. This is all new, almost forbidden, and I’m excited for what’s to come. I may have been married for five years, but I’ve only had sex a handful of times. I still feel like the twenty-year-old girl I was when Massimo went away.

Sinking to my knees, I lick my lips at the sight of his hard length, tasting myself again. Raising my eyes to his, I’m unsure of how to do this. I’ve never actually done it before. I want to make him happy, I want this to be good for him—so good.

Touching my mouth to the tip of his cock, I kiss him there. My eyes stay focused on his, looking up through my lashes. He smirks, the blunt resting between his lips as he reaches down with his hand and cups my cheek.

He takes the blunt away from his lips, blowing the