Page 14 of Big Filthy Mobster

Epilogue

Seven Years Later

Patrick

After learning about Holly’s stressful upbringing, I insisted that we stay in Cherrywood Village for a few years. That also served to give me the time I needed to work overtime to get the money I promised the Pakhan in exchange for my freedom. It was an astronomical sum, but with Holly working at the casino, I had every incentive to be there nearly day and night.

With that taken care of, right after our wedding, the two of us were ready to pick up and start new lives in London.

I was right, Holly loves the place. And I love it, too. We’ve assimilated well, and in the two years since we’ve been here, no one from my old life has tracked us down to get me back into the old life. The Pakhan has seemingly stuck to his word and no more unfortunate enemies lie on the horizon. I do think that part of it is that I’m getting older, but the distance is certainly part of the reason no one has tried to find me.

Thanks to the money I had put back and tied in my investments, neither of us have to work. We spend most of ourtime with the friends we’ve made here, but at least once a month, the two of us go on a trip to the countryside or to one of the nearby European countries.

In fact, the two of us just got back to our flat after our anniversary trip to Paris. We booked an evening flight thinking that the two of us would go straight to bed after we got home. I don’t know about Holly, but I’m still wired from the plane ride.

“Maybe we can watch a movie,” she suggests when we get inside.

“Are you not tired?” I ask as I drop our bags in the entryway, watching her as she flips on the lights.

“Not really,” she admits, looking at me over her shoulder, her skin sun kissed. “I’m a little wired from the flight.”

“Me too,” I say.

She hums, looking me up and down before saying, “How about you take off your pants and sit on the couch for me?”

“Are you suggesting we blow off a little steam?” I say with a smirk.

“How about you get on the couch,” she counters, matching my expression.

She doesn’t have to tell me a third time. I’m quick, unbuckling my belt and kicking off my pants and underwear before rushing to the sofa. Holly follows me, her pace leisurely. By the time I’m settled on the plush cushions, she’s gathering her hair in a ponytail on the back of her head while she enters the room.

My cock starts to get hard at the sight. It’s been a little bit since she’s given me head. That isn’t to say we haven’t been having sex. Comparing us to rabbits would be fair. Ever since we got together, we both find it difficult to keep our hands off of each other. And both of us prefer getting our pleasure at the same time.

As Holly settles between my legs on her knees, she grins up at me. Then, without working my cock to full hardness first, she takes me into her mouth and sucks. Her tongue is like magic, and I find it hard to keep my eyes on the gorgeous sight in front of me.

It only takes her a few minutes to get me completely erect with her lush, full lips. She pulls off, taking my dick in her hand. She gives me a few strokes as she looks up at me thoughtfully.

“What are you thinking?” I ask, doing everything I can to keep my breathing even.

“I’m thinking about riding you,” she admits, her hand slow and indulgent.

“I would love if you rode me.”

“I thought you’d say that,” she giggles, standing up and letting my heavy length fall between my legs.

Holly puts on a show of stripping for me. She swings her hips enticingly as she pulls her shirt over her head, and when she takes off her pants, she turns around to give me a great view of her ass. Then, with her back still turned to me, she reaches behind herself to unclasp her bra, making a show of dropping it to the floor.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say, my cock twitching when she bends over to step out of her panties.

“So I’ve heard,” she replies as she turns around, her confidence making her even more gorgeous.

I hold my breath as she makes her way to me, setting her knees on either side of me. Then, when she lowers herself onto my lap impaling herself on my length, I suck in a lungful of air. Every time we do this, I’m blown away by how incredible she feels around me. I used to think that I would get used to it, but it feels like the first time every time.

“Still so big,” she remarks, the same thoughts apparently running through her mind.

“You complaining?” I ask, hissing when she picks herself up and drops herself back down.

“I was trying to compliment you,” she replies, breathless from the intrusion.

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