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Hernando eagerly awaited, always on the lookout to impress the higher ups and make more money. Managing the grocery and laundries was fine, but he knew more money could be made as long as he played his cards right.

“Need new girls for the upper rooms in the clubs,” Quentin replied.

“New girls?”

“Yeah. We want ‘em young. Got men that are wanting young.”

Hernando licked his lips, his mind already planning what would need to be done. “How young we talkin’?”

Quentin chuckled again. “Mostly teens. We got some customers that’ll take ‘em younger, but most just want young pussy. You think you can accommodate? It’ll be worth your time. You do good on this and you got a good shot at being the manager of one of the clubs down on the river.”

The idea of being a strip club manager instead of spending his days in the grocery and his nights in the hot laundry made his mouth water. “I got this, don’t worry. I got a girl thats good at recruiting. She’ll do what I say ‘cause I got her mother as bait.” Smiling to himself, he could see the money piling up. “Oh, yeah, I got this.”

“Good. I’ll be in touch. Just make sure your recruiter doesn’t make any mistakes. There’s been a shit ton of money we’ve missed out on ‘cause we weren’t in the market. Those days are gone. I want those girls and I want that money.”

“You got it boss,” Hernando said, hanging up. Sitting back in his chair, he pondered how to get Betina to continue to recruit without knowing what she was recruiting for. Licking his lips again, he knew just how to convince her. Either she keeps recruiting…or she goes into the stable. Palming his dick, he wondered how tight her virgin pussy would be. He had not touched her since he had been living in Marcella’s home, but if she ended up in the stable? He would make sure to be one of her customers.

19

The winter sun peeked through the blinds, sending shards of light toward the bed. Tony woke first, staring at the woman curled up into his side. Her long blonde hair, spread across the pillow, tempted his fingers to curl in their silky tresses. He shifted slightly, rolling more toward her while keeping her firmly in his embrace. Her face, angelic in sleep, was too much to resist and he moved his forefinger softly over her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered as she was pulled from her dreams, finally opening and settling on his gaze. Watching a smile spread across her face he felt his heart stumble.How did I get so lucky?Smiling back, he vowed to do whatever he could to keep her looking at him that way every morning.

Her hand, warm on his bicep, smoothed over the corded muscles as she moved it lower. Down his ridged abdomen. His eyes widened as her hand continued its path, ending as it encircled his already engorged cock.

“Hey, you,” she greeted, licking her lips as she began to move her hand up and down his hardness, rubbing the pre-cum around the head.

His voice, rough as broken glass replied, “Hey back,” before he pulled her over, latching his lips onto hers.I’ll never get enough of her, was the last conscious thought he had as he breathed her in, consuming her mouth.

Immediately awake she felt the onslaught of his lips right down to her core, as she felt his cock swell in her hand.

“Tony,” she pleaded, but anticipating both of their needs, he was already rolling on a condom before pulling her over. With her back tucked to his front, he slid his hands to her breasts, tweaking and tugging her nipples. The jolt shot straight to her core as it clenched in need.

His dick, with a mind of its own, moved straight toward her drenched entrance and he seated himself in one push. “You okay, baby?” he groaned, knowing they had little foreplay.

“Go. Now!” she cried out, craving the friction that only he could provide.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, pumping in and out, faster and faster. Moving as a piston he held her tightly, loving the moans emanating from deep inside of her. While keeping one hand on her breast he slid the other hand down, giving her swollen clit a squeeze.

That was all it took for her to fly apart, calling out his name as her inner walls squeezed him and he neared his climax. He felt his balls tighten just before roaring out his own release. Pouring himself into her waiting body, he tightened his grip on her breasts, only too late hoping he was not leaving bruises. Loosening his fingers, she reached up to clasp his hands, stilling them.

“Don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he growled into her ear.

“Mmmm, the only way you would hurt me now is if you let go,” she purred back, relaxed and sated. “What a way to wake up.”

Chuckling, he pulled out but kept her tucked in tightly, kissing her ear. She settled deep into his embrace, luxuriating in the warmth.

“How did I get so lucky?” she whispered.

He stilled, not sure he had heard her.Lucky? Her?

She whispered again, “I wanted a hero. I waited for a hero. I knew the minute I looked into your eyes the first time you rescued me that I’d found a true man.One who also was a hero. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

He rolled her over to face him, brushing the hair from her eyes. “Oh, baby. I’m no hero. It took me so fuckin’ long to get my head outta my ass and go for you. I’m the lucky one that you didn’t give up on me a long time ago.”

Her blue eyes held his caramel ones as she smiled, reaching her hand up to the rough stubble on his jaw. “I’ll never give up on you, Tony. I love you. You’ll always be my hero,” she admitted, a tear sliding down her face.

Leaning down, he touched his lips to hers. A whisper of a kiss. But one with meaning. Heart. Soul. Forever.

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