Page 58 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

I could feel her breast jiggling with every powerful thrust as my movements grew ragged and wild. Eventually, I reached my peak, and my cum exploded deep inside her.

She moaned, “Oh, this feels amazing,” as I pulled back, releasing the rest of my load over her glistening pussy and belly.

Sitting on my knees, I wiped at the sweat dripping down my forehead.

I stared at the ropes of cum covering her skin.

She ran a finger through the sticky mess, then slipped it between her lips, whispering, “You taste salty and sweet. So good.”

I pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “I’ll be right back.” After tucking my dick into my boxers and zipping up my pants, I went to the first-floor bathroom and returned with two towels. One wet and the other dry.

When I stepped onto the patio, Claire’s eyes were closed. Her shirt was still pushed up, revealing her breasts and my cum on her beautiful mocha skin. What a sexy sight.

Once I’d gotten Claire cleaned up, I carried her to our bedroom and placed her in bed. I’d let her sleep for half the day. She needed to rest. I left two aspirin, a chilled can of ginger ale, and a glass of water on the nightstand.

I sent a text to Xavier.

Me: Go to the mall. Specifically, to the lingerie store that also sells clothes. Find a sales associate that wants to make some extra money and FaceTime me.

Xavier: Talk to you soon.

My phone rang just as I loaded the dishwasher.

I peered at the screen.

“Hi, the big scary guy said you have a job for me. And if I can do it, you’ll pay me handsomely.”

I chuckled. “Yes, I do. Let’s pick out lingerie and clothes for my woman. When we’re done, Xavier will pay you five hundred dollars.”

Her eyes widened, and a smile lifted her mahogany cheeks. “Oh, wow.”

“Tell him I said to show you the money.”

Her eyes moved to Xavier, and they exchanged words. She grinned again at me. “He said he’d wait near the door while I worked. I just hope he doesn’t scare away the customers.”

Her eyes lingered in his direction a little longer before meeting my gaze. “I’m ready. Where would you like to start?”

“Panties,” I stated as I peered into the camera from my seat in the living room, nursing a whiskey neat.

Monica had good taste. We agreed on a lot of the lingerie she chose. I loved the lavender panty and bra set.

I cheated a little since Claire lived in my condo. I knew what size clothes she wore because I’d gone there while she was at work. To make matters worse, I’d stolen a couple pair of her panties and kept them at my house. Yeah, I was fucking gone for that woman.

Monica walked toward a rack of clothes.

“Let me see those baby pink shorts and the matching top,” I told her.

“This is cute,” she beamed.

Monica gathered a few more outfits.

“Wrap the items in tissue paper. I don’t want Xavier’s hands on her underwear and clothes.”

“I understand,” she replied as she waved Xavier over. “Time to check out.”

He approached and placed five one hundred-dollar bills in her hand.

Monica squealed. Customers glared at her as they stepped around her.

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