Page 47 of Boardwalk Queen

I sank to my knees between his legs. "Dante, I don't know where he went. If I did, I would tell you."

He tipped the glass to his mouth. "Would you?"

"I would. You can trust me."

He didn't tell me to leave or shove my hands away.

"What can I do to make you feel better?"

"I don't want you to coddle me," Dante hissed. "Fuck off and let me drink in peace."

"I want to put your dick in my mouth and suck it until your cum slides down my throat. And I think you want that, too." I reached for his zipper, and he clutched my wrist, holding my gaze. "You're always worrying about everyone else. But no one does anything for you. So relax and let me take care of you."

He didn't answer.

Instead, he dropped his hand to the couch, let me unzip his pants, and whip out his big dick. Fisting his shaft, I licked my way up to the tip.

Dante didn't look away.

His lips parted as he watched me suck his cock. Then his hand moved to the back of my head, forcing me to take more of him. Like his brothers, he was so big my cheeks puffed out. I even gagged a few times when he pushed himself too far down my throat.

He groaned as if in pain, slipped his fingers through my hair, and pulled hard. When I looked up at Dante, his eyes were closed. A strange expression crossed his handsome face, split between pain and pleasure.

Dante probably hated himself for letting me touch him. Now he knew why his brothers kept coming back for more. I was hoping he would lower his guard and finally begin to trust me.

Technically, I hadn't lied to him.

Not yet.

So, for now, this was a good distraction. Maybe an orgasm would get Dante's mind off everything.

It was a challenge to fit all of him in my mouth. I could only suck about half of him at a time without feeling I would choke. And every time I made a gagging sound, he grunted. Dante yanked my hair hard enough to rip it from the scalp.

I found the perfect rhythm, and when his cock pulsed in my mouth, his eyes opened again. Dante pushed my hair behind my ear so he could watch me.

His grip tightened on my hair as his legs trembled. He was so close, seconds from coming. And when he came, he made the sexiest fucking sounds.

It was feral.

So hot.

Dante shoved his hand through his hair and groaned, staring at the ceiling. He looked so unhinged, but only for a moment. I loved seeing this side of him.

I couldn't move, frozen in place and breathing hard. He was doing the same, unable to speak. Not like he was going to talk, anyway. But our brief moment of silence was interrupted by his cell phone ringing.

All of their phones seemed to ring around the clock. It was like they never had a day off, which made sense why until recently, my dad never did. He was always on call, like them.

"Yes?" Dante said into the phone as he tucked his dick into his boxers. "No, I will handle it, Stef. "A beat passed. "Because I said so."

They spoke for another thirty seconds in clipped sentences unit Dante hung up with his brother.

He shoved the phone into his pocket. "When will my brothers grow the fuck up?"

"You don't have to shoulder all your family's burden."

I probably should have held my tongue. It wasn't my place to get involved with their family drama. And I wish I would have chosen this moment to keep quiet.

"Yes, I do," he said with an attitude. "If I don't, no one else will."

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