Page 15 of Family Secrets

Chapter Six

Gino watched Lisa’s naked tits bounce like a pair of basketballs as she rode his dick. With her head tossed back and a clear view of her glistening cunt, cries of pleasure spilled from her lips. Mona Lisa Grasso was a seasoned pro and knew what he liked. Tonight, however, Gino found it difficult to focus on her surgically enhanced globes. Lisa started their evening by rattling his last nerve with her not-so-subtle talk of taking their relationship further.

“Oh, god, Gino. You’re so fucking big.” Lisa also knew what to say to inflate the ego of the person she was fucking. “I’m coming.”

She was also a fucking faker, who more than likely hadn’t had an orgasm originating from anything other than her own devices. Gino’d fucked enough women to know when their walls were clamping down and the movements grew slicker. If that how she wanted to play it, who was he to disappoint? Gripping her hips tight with his hands, Gino flipped Lisa over, pounding into her several times before pulling out, and covering her tits with his jizz.

Climbing from the bed, Gino slipped on a pair of track pants, securing the tie at his hips as he headed for the hall of his Manhattan Penthouse. “Don’t get comfortable,” he tossed without looking back. “I have business to handle.”

Springing from the bed, Lisa ran to catch up with him, wrapping her arms around his middle from behind.

“You can trust me, Gino. I’d make a good wife for you, even look the other way when you wanted.” Lisa swore into the skin of his back. She, like most of the women in the Vitale world, wanted nothing more than the privilege and all that came with being married to the next Don.

Stepping away from her, “Get dressed, Lisa. I have shit to do.” Gino assumed she was also one of the many women who warmed his father’s bed, her last statement confirming it.

Jonathan Vitale was old school Italian, marriage a must, fidelity not so much. He believed a wife equaled heirs and legacy, keeping the Vitale name alive and thriving. He wanted Gino to have sons and lots of them. Lisa and Felicia ran in the same circles, raised with similar beliefs. No doubt they had the same end game; landing him and living the lavish lifestyle he could provide.

Entering his living room, the ding of an arriving elevator sounded down the hall, Gino reached for the gun hidden under the table beside him as his brother stepped through the front door.

“You said early,” Sully teased, closing the door behind him.

Gino released the grip of the gun, continuing his progression into the room. “I did,” motioning to the bank of chairs. “And you forgot the coffee, again.”

Sully crossed the short space to the barstool, pulling it out and sliding fluidly into the leather seat.

“It’s not even four in the fucking morning, your fancy coffee place isn’t open for another hour.”

Lisa chose that moment to walk into the room, her naked tits leading the way, making Sully take notice of his investment. “Hey, baby,” she cooed. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

Leaning in, Lisa planted her left breast in the center of Sully's chest, running her fingers through his thick, dark hair, then licking the seam of his lips until he granted her access. Of all the Vitale siblings, Sully was her least favorite, not because of anything he’d done, but because of what he could never give her.

Pulling out of the kiss, Sully whipped his gaze to Gino, who had his attention centered on his phone, completely ignoring Lisa who’d slipped out of her panties and was grinding herself on his hip.

Lowering her hands to Sully’s lap, Lisa unhooked his belt, reaching past his zipper and wrapping her fingers around his engorged cock.

“Ready for another round, Gino?” She called over her shoulder, sliding Sully inside her sore cunt while shoving her nipple into his mouth. Lisa loved being fucked by Gino, his ability to leave her sated and hurting for days something she craved. Almost as much as the way it felt to have the two brothers fucking her at once. With Gino and his massive cock in her ass, and Sully with his talented mouth devouring her tits, each competing to last longer than the other. She’d nearly passed out the last time they shared her, the memory of it sending her over the edge.

“I’ve said no twice now, Lisa. Get Sully off and then do as you’re fucking told.” Gino’s patience was running thin this morning. He had plans for the day, none of which included giving in to one of Sully’s whores. She’d been available last night when he needed to get off, serving a purpose, just as the dozen other bitches they kept around and paid well for.

Knowing his brother’s temperament, Sully stood up, spinning Lisa around and bending her over the edge of the bar. He pulled out of her cunt, using the remnants of her orgasm to wet the entrance of her ass.

Lisa rejoiced in the way Sully dominated her, how her nipples hardened from the ice-cold temperature of the marble bar top. “Fuck yes, baby.” Lisa rejoiced when she felt Sully’s cock tap the puckered skin of her ass, spreading her legs wider to take him in. Her eyes feasted on Gino’s naked torso and the way his muscles flexed as he poured water into a fancy coffee maker.

Sully made three circles with the head of his cock, before plunging in and sinking into her balls deep, managing a handful of thrusts before exploding his load into the safety of her ass. Tucking himself back in his slacks, Sully gave her a wink as she shimmied back into her leopard print dress. Sully agreed with Gino when it came to Lisa Grasso; she was a girl you fucked when you needed to, but not one you considered marrying.

Gino waited until he heard the door closing before turning around. Sliding a cup of coffee in front of Sully, he leaned over the counter, careful to avoid the spot left behind by Lisa’s tits.

“How’d you do last night?” Sully questioned over the lip of his cup. He’d heard from the men pulling guard duty at one of the strip clubs he owned that Gino was at a table with several men who’d long since retired from the Family.

Gino took a sip of his coffee, carefully choosing the words he wanted to use. “Ah, madon, you and Uncle Joe gossip like fucking women.”

Setting his cup of coffee on the bar behind him, Gino reached into one of the kitchen drawers, pulling out a white bag and tossing it onto the counter beside Sully’s elbow.

Glancing from his brother’s face to the bag and back again, Sully raised an eyebrow in question.

“It’s pure, uncut cocaine, thirty-K of it to be exact.” Gino pointed to the white brick. “We’re going to turn it into a hundred grand.”

“But dad hates drugs, said to leave this shit to the Cartel.”

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