Becoming the Street Boss - Hayley Faiman Page 0,24
of the casino, I’m not surprised to see the man himself, along with Arlo, Luca, Benicio, Salvatore, Dante, along with heads and first sons from other famiglias.
It’s my bachelor party tonight.
“Cugino,” Gavino calls out.
Walking toward him, we shake hands. He pulls me in for a hug, kissing each of my cheeks. I’m passed around from man to man. Laughs, backslaps, and cheers soon following. Enrico makes his way toward me, a smile on his face.
“You did good, Massimo,” he chuckles. “I like her.” Arching a brow, I frown. “For the woman that she is, for the woman she is about to become—yours,” he says, clarifying his words.
“Mine. Don’t forget, yeah?”
Enrico snorts. “Not my type,” he mutters.
“Yeah?”
“You’re more my type than she is.”
My eyes widen, my lips twitch and I shake my head. “Noted,” I snort.
Walking over to the bar, I ask for a couple of shots. I honestly don’t give a fuck what they are. I’m getting married in two days. Married. The thought consumes and freaks me out all at the same time.
I can’t help but think that Pippa will be disappointed in who is about to become her husband. I hear a man yell, another shouts out a catcall. Slowly, I turn around. My head is swimming from the shots that I’ve consumed.
Widening my eyes. I gulp at the sight in front of me. It’s my blonde Irish girl. I don’t know her name, never bothered to learn it, but I’ve been inside of her body more times than I can count. She smiles at someone next to her as she walks toward me.
My breath hitches when she reaches me. She extends her hand, her index finger touching my chest.
“I heard you were the groom,” she purrs. “You didn’t tell me, Massimo,” she chides.
“I didn’t know last time I saw you,” I admit.
Her lips curve up into a grin. “I’m here to give you a good time, Massimo. I know how much you like to play. There’s a room for us, unless you want to play here with all of your friends?”
“Suck me,” I demand.
She licks her lips, then presses her chest against mine. I feel her mouth touch the underside of my jaw before she sinks down to her knees. Her eyes focus on mine as she unbuckles then unzips my pants.
Without a word of protest, she reaches into my boxers and frees my cock. Her hand gently strokes me to life before she opens her mouth and immediately consumes me. Dropping my head back, I tangle my fingers in her hair as she starts to expertly suck my dick.
“You fuck,” Gavino says on a chuckle as he approaches my side.
Smirking, I turn my head to look over at him. The girl continues to take my dick, working me the way she knows I like.
“What?” I ask on a grin.
Gavino shakes his head. “Luciana loves her by the way. They’ve grown close as the wedding approaches. Are you ready to settle down with her? I have a feeling if you piss her off, that will piss off my Ciana, and I try never to be on the other end of my wife’s anger,” he says.
I hum, my fingers gripping the woman’s hair. “I’m ready,” I say with a nod. “I’ve wanted her since she was seventeen. Wrong or right, doesn’t matter, Pippa has always been on my mind,” I admit.
Gavino’s eyes flick down to the blonde on my dick. “Have your fun, Massimo. You deserve it and you deserve the happiness that I think this little one will give you.”
“Boss?” I call out before he walks away.
He stops and looks over at me. “Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
He dips his chin, then he turns from me. I watch as he makes his way over to a card table and joins a hand. Closing my eyes, I imagine Pippa on her knees. Thrusting my hips forward, I fuck her mouth until I come down her throat with a grunt.
She stands, wiping the sides of her mouth as I tuck my dick back in my pants. She lifts her hand, her fingers curling around the side of my neck.
“Go and wait in the room for me, I’ll be by soon to fuck you, be ready.”
“Yes, Massimo,” she breathes.
I don’t watch as she slips away, my eyes take in the room. There are three women on the small stage, they’re completely naked while the men watch. Two of them are pleasuring one another, the third is pleasuring herself.