Page 2 of KingPin
“Oh fuck!” I moan while something happens to my body.
It is something I have never experienced. My whole body tightens into a tight coil, threatening to spring open. My thighs shake around his head and try to pull him closer to me. I try to pull his mouth harder to my clit for something I haven’t felt in a long time.
I’m about to come!
He hums his excitement against my clit. He knows he’s the first man who has made me come in a pleasurable way.
My body restricts until I feel a wave of red hot pleasure shoot through my body. I thrust my hips up against his face and scream loudly as my pleasure is ripped from my body.
He continues to fuck me with his tongue and fingers until he’s milked every ounce of my orgasm from my body.
I flop down on the bed as soon as my body stops shaking from the aftermath of one of the most powerful orgasms anyone has ever had.
I don’t have long to recuperate. He removes his mouth from me and replaces his fingers with his cock. He moves cautiously, trying out my muscles until he can move easily inside of me.
I throw my head back on the bed with my back bowed in offering.
My pussy greedily accepts his cock. She begs for the attention only he has been able to give me. The attention that only he has been granted to give me. She milks him, convulses, restricts and then flutters around his thick dick.
I knew how big his dick was from the beginning when I had him fuck Trina. I knew how big he was. I never knew I would feel him like this, though. I never had a clue we would be in bed together like this.
I wrap my legs around his hips to grant him better access. He groans loudly and pistons his hips harder and faster inside of me.
My whole body is feeling the tension and delicious pleasure he gives me. It is more than I can stand and I want to beg him to never stop fucking me.
He grips my ass cheeks, bringing me closer to him to bounce his hips off of me, I moan loudly and start begging.
“Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Please! Mason!”
And that is when I wake up. Every time. No matter what, I have these vivid sex dreams of Mason and I fucking and they get more intense every time. Each time, I wake up after I beg him to fuck me harder. I wake up with my finger fucking me over and over.
It has gone on like this for the past two weeks.
Something has got to give.
Chapter One
Lucian
No matter where I look, I see deceit. It is in everyone’s faces as I stare at my most trusted lieutenants as they wait for their kickbacks. I don’t want to give any of these rat bastards nothing until I get some answers. I just want to flip the mother fucking table over and go ape shit on everyone.
Someone had to know there was a rat in my gang. Someone had to have some idea and no one told me shit. I could kill every single one of these fuckers and not care. My eyes cut to each of their faces as they try to figure out why they haven’t got their money yet. I want answers before I give them anything.
It has been two weeks since Katie and I narrowly escaped the hotel in downtown Detroit with our lives. We both waited for the obvious beat down we were going to get from Katie stealing Ralf’s keys and wallet like an idiot. She was trying to get us both killed! It was then that I realized the man I was grooming to be my submissive was actually my driver to and from these drops and pick ups.
Imagine my surprise when Mason came to the hotel to pick us up. Fuck, imagine his surprise when he realized I wasn’t just some club owner.
I’m Lucian McGrace and I run this sector of the 3-1-3 Gang in Detroit, Michigan. Yes, I’m a woman. I have bigger balls than all of these wannabe gangsters combined and I will do what I can to make sure my crew is running how I expect them to run.
Needless to say, I wasn’t surprised when Mason left the hotel restroom like his dick was on fire. I’m a lot more than people think I am.
It’s tough being a woman and being a gang leader.
“Before I give you your kickbacks, I’m going to ask you a question. I want everyone to think very cautiously about your answer because lives are at stake here. If you don’t answer my question, you will no longer be getting your money and I’m going to make you a head shorter,” I tell everyone around the table. I’m looking at glassy eyed bastards who are shocked at my speech. “Does anyone here think someone is stealing from me?”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Lucian?” Manuel, one of my trusted soldiers asks. He has been with me since the first day I got my pipeline from Chicago to Canada. The man is a stone cold bastard who would do anything for me.
He also has tried to fuck me more times than I can count. Silly Manuel. I have no interest in sex. None.
