Page 10 of The Mobster’s Secret

“Ivan!” Finally, she manages to scream my name. It slips away into the noise of the club. The amazed look on her face is the end of me. I can’t hold out any longer.

Coating my palm with pre-cum and cum, I twist my hand around the tip of my cock, jerking myself off to the most gorgeous moment of my life. Willow’s body bucks one final time, and she collapses back, panting out all the air from her lungs.

Her eyes widen as I rise up on my knees and lose every last bit of control.

My cock pulses as I go over the edge. It’s so good it hurts. My jaw clamps down, my teeth clench together, and the muscles near my eyes threaten to cramp as the first rope of cum sprays down onto Willow. It’s like a rocket, splashing down at the base of her neck, trailing a line of glistening white across her belly.

“Oh my God!” she cries out.

My own back arches as I keep stroking, spraying more and more seed over her tits and tummy. A groan finally escapes my lips as I milk the last of my cum out of my balls. It drips down and lands on her bare little pussy mound, just a hair’s breadth from her virgin hole.

Goddamn, this woman has brought the animal out of me.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Willow says as she looks up at me, pupils dilated, face as red as a ripe tomato.

She is what I need in my life. Not more money or cars or houses. Her. My men always gave me grief about staying away from women. They called me a monk. Said I had taken a vow of celibacy. Little did they know the last ten years were just preparation for this—meeting Willow.

“Admit it. You loved it.”

Her blush deepens as she looks down at the mess I made. She nods. “I mean…yeah, you know what you’re doing.”

“They don’t call me the king for nothing.”

Before Willow can respond, I hear Brian’s voice from the bottom of the stairs. “Yo, boss! I got what you asked for.”

The money. Willow’s eighty grand.

“Hang on!” I call out.

Even though I just came, I’m still hard. And worse, Willow’s completely naked. It’s bad enough that some of the guys down there saw her in lingerie, but I’ll be damned if anyone sees her completely exposed.

Tucking my erection up into my waistband, I slip out of my blazer and toss it to Willow. “Cover up.”

“Yes, sir.”

She’s teasing, but it doesn’t matter. The effect is still the same. My chest expands, and it’s like I’m suddenly two feet taller. Men call me sir all the time, but hearing it from her lips is a whole different ball game.

“Bring it up!” I call out.

I’m wiping the sweetest pussy juice in the world off my chin as Brian comes to the top of the stairs. I widen my stance, blocking his view of Willow. He sets the briefcase down and tries to catch a sneaky little glance of her behind me, but I snap my fingers, getting his attention.

He looks away and back to me. “Tom wanted me to tell you that Vincent isn’t happy about tonight. He wants a sit-down with you.”

Of course Vincent isn’t happy. I insulted him in front of his crew and mine. The last thing I want to do right now is sit down and talk with him, but I’m also the head of this family, and I have responsibilities. The Messinas, if not handled correctly, could become a bigger problem than they need to be.

I glance back at Willow, draped under my blazer, a thin layer of sweat glistening across her cheeks. She’s panting softly, still recovering from the orgasm I gave her. I want to take her home with me right now. But there are simply elements of my life, dark and dangerous elements, that I can’t expose her to.

“Get a car ready for her,” I tell Brian. “And a nice big coat.”

He nods and heads back downstairs.

Willow looks up at me as I walk back to her. This is what I want to see every morning when I get out of bed. Her. Lying there like a dream.

“I’ve got to go deal with something,” I sigh. “But this is for you.”

I set the briefcase down in front of her and snap it open. Her jaw drops when she sees the stacks of bills inside.

“Part of me didn’t actually believe you.”