Page 10 of Mafia Handbook

“I don't eat sugar,” Bash pushed her hand away, not bothering to hide his irritation, the lie dropped from his lips of its own volition. Anyone who’d spent any time with him knew of his unhealthy obsession with peanut butter and chocolate.

“I can see that.” Gretchen spent the entire night tossing and turning, counting the minutes until she could wrap her legs around Sebastian. “Not to mention the level of stamina you showed yesterday.”

Sebastian knew a predator when he saw one, and no matter how hard Gretchen tried to hide her pelt, he knew what she wanted from him. For reasons he wasn't certain of yet, he needed to keep her around. “Yesterday was nothing, baby.”

Balancing her hands on the desk, Gretchen smiled over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass, “I’m game if you are.”

Weighing his options, Bash hadn't returned home last night and was in desperate need of a shower and several hours of sleep. But as Gretchen raised the hem of her skirt, showing him her lack of panties, his body acted of its own accord.

Crossing the room, Bash dropped his body into his chair. Keeping his eyes locked with Gretchen’s, he flipped the top button on his jeans as he spread his feet wide.

“C’mere.” Reaching into his jeans, Bash gripped his hardening cock, pulling it from its denim prison. When Gretchen failed to move, “I said get over here.”

Willing her body to move, Gretchen kept her gaze glued to Sebastian’s hand gliding up and down his massive dick. God, how she wanted to climb on his lap and fuck him until she passed out.

“Good girl, now get on your knees.”

Snapping her gaze to Sebastian’s, Gretchen looked to him through confused eyes.

“On my knees?” The words leaving her lips before she could pull them back. Gretchen was no stranger to sucking dick, her oral skills had assisted in skyrocketing her career, however, she’d had her mind set on having that cock buried deep in her wet pussy.

“Unless you have another avenue you prefer? It makes no difference to me as long as my cock is between those lips.”

Gretchen tipped her head to the side, Sebastian’s choice of words circling inside her head. Reaching around, she unzipped her skirt, shimming it over her hips and stepping over it. “You want my lips, baby?”

Scooting down in the chair, Bash readied himself by gripping the base of his dick. Keeping his eyes trained on Gretchen, he donned the smile which had yet to fail him.

“You’ve got them.” In what Gretchen considered a brilliant move, she leaned over, gripping the arms of the chair as she moved to straddle Sebastian’s lap.

Dropping his cock, Bash blocked Gretchen’s leg, “What the fuck?”

“You said you wanted my lips,” Gretchen voiced in mocked surprise, her attempt at using his words against him failing miserably.

“Don’t play with me, baby,” mocking Gretchen’s term of endearment. “You wanted me bareback yesterday and I’m offering it today.”

“And what about me?”

“Use your fucking fingers like every other girl who has sucked me off before you.”

Never one to back away from a challenge, Gretchen held Sebastian’s gaze as she dropped to her knees, taking him in her hand as she ran her tongue from base to tip. When he failed to react, Gretchen raised a challenging eyebrow, opening her lips wide and engulfing him in her mouth.

Melting into the soft leather of his chair, Bash attempted to tune out Gretchen’s moans as he searched his memory for anything to help him get through this mediocre blow job.

Relaxing her jaw, Gretchen lowered him into the back of her throat until her nose touched the skin of his pelvis. Moving her free hand between her thighs, she let out a moan as her fingers found her swollen clit. Dipping one and then two fingers inside her opening, Gretchen took a deep breath, Sebastian’s musky smell fueling her fingers to pump harder.

Bash considered pushing Gretchen away and finishing the job himself, but as the thought took shape, the doe eyes of the woman he’d met last night flashed in his memory. Milena was the fiercest woman he’d met in a long time, and as he recalled the way she’d stood up to him, the familiar tingle in his balls began to rise.

Gretchen felt Sebastian’s already hard cock swell in her mouth, encouraging her to suck harder. She recalled how hard he’d fucked her the previous day, and in a moment of genius, she added her teeth as she pulled her head back.

Opening his eyes, Bash glanced down at the flaming red hair atop Gretchen’s head, allowing the fantasy which was slowly building inside his head to morph the straight strands between his fingers into the perfect dark curls he’d appreciated on Milena. Standing to his full height, Bash sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he tossed his head back and let the fantasy take over.

Gretchen felt like a fucking rock star as Sebastian gripped her hair and begin to fuck her mouth. Releasing his balls, she added her now free hand to the apex of her thighs, tugging at her clit as the fingers of her other hand pumped at a feverish pace. Sensing he was close, Gretchen removed her fingers from her pussy, trailing the slick digits over her thigh and around the curve of her ass, she nearly collapsed as she passed over her puckered back entrance. Settling two of her fingers into her heated cunt, she pushed her thumb as deep as she could into the round hole, pretending for the time being it was Sebastian’s monstrous cock buried in her ass.

“That’s it,” Bash chanted aloud, he remained cognizant of who was before him keeping Milena’s name echoing in his head. Gretchen admitted to having the code to his building, and until he knew the extent of what she had of his, he’d keep her close. “Drink it up, baby, drink it up.” He warned before spilling down Gretchen’s throat, slumping to the leather chair as the intensity of his orgasm robbed him of the ability to stand.

Jolts of what felt like electricity blanketed Gretchen’s body as she pumped her fingers faster, clawing her way up the proverbial mountain in order to toss herself off the cliff of ecstasy. Riding her fingers faster, she allowed Sebastian’s cock to fall from her mouth. Keeping her eyes closed, the sensation of something warm sliding down her chin as she pinched her clit to the brink of pain.

“Yes, yes,” she chanted, her middle finger gliding over the rough patch inside of her pussy. Using a trick a former boss taught her, she wiggled her thumb still buried in her ass as she pressed her finger into the patch, the combination pulled a scream from her throat and white spots appeared behind her eyes.

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