Page 80 of Working for the Mob

Our limbs interlocked while I was inside her. It felt like a drug. Only I couldn’t get close enough to her. My body demanded that I press as much of myself into her as I could. I pulled her closer and she let out a sharp exhale.

I bounced Genevieve over and over, already out of breath like I had been chopping wood for an hour. I gasped as she tightened around my shaft.

“Art,” Genevieve whimpered. The sound of my name from her lips drove me insane. “I can’t last much longer.”

But I wasn’t going to let her get off that easily.

“I’ll tell you when to come,” I said, and hit the brakes. I methodically lifted her again, raking her against my dick, and then dragged her down with a steady force. I did it again, and I held her at the bottom, driving into her, as she moaned into my ear.

On the third time, she buried her fingernails into my scalp and her pussy danced over my cock. I threw back my head to grab a couple breaths.

The frustration from the last few days––the last month, since this whole damn war started––melted away. The only things that mattered were Genevieve and drawing out her pleasure.

I bit her left nipple and played with it with my tongue. She squirmed against me, unable to handle all of the nerve endings at a one hundred, and I reveled at her discomfort. This wasn’t sadism. This was payback for giving me a stiffy every minute of every day since I met her.

I cupped her other breast with my finger and flicked my finger over her nipple. Steady thrusts underneath and fluttering sensations up top.

It became too much for her and she bucked like a wild stallion. I seized her neck with one hand and regained control of the action, driving her onto me with all the force I could.

“I’m close,” she said breathlessly, and hung onto my shirt as if it were a lifeline. She bit my neck and released a spray of lubricant over my dick.

I lost whatever control I had. All of the lust I kept bottled inside flushed out like a damn breaking, as her pussy yanked feebly around me.

She hung on and rode out another wave of pleasure, milking me to the end. I embraced the satisfaction. The frustrated, constant erection finally reached its goal and could rest. However, as sure as I knew the sun would come up the next morning, I knew Genevieve would pitch it back up again.

I collapsed against her and our deep breaths fell in sync. Genevieve wrapped herself to my chest, her heart beating madly. Each breath of her scent was a hit of opium.

I could sit here and run my fingers through her hair for the rest of the day and be content.

But what did that mean? First, I nearly lose her, I have life-affirming sex, and now I just want to be with her? This wasn’t good. I couldn’t keep her this close to me. She could get hurt.

“Oh schnitzel!” Genevieve said, and sat up in alarm.

“What?” I asked, and whirled my head around. I didn’t hear anyone in the backroom.

“The store reopens in ten minutes! We need to get back to Lucy!”

Chapter 24 – Genevieve

“Did you get the cold cuts?” Lucy demanded, after we burst through the dining room door with two minutes to spare.

I held up our prizes. “Everything but the corned beef.”

Lucy leapt in the air and clapped her hands.

“Lucy, do a quick spot check on the dining area and then open the store at eleven sharp. Art, I need you to make the sandwiches to order. I’ll be completing the orders and running drinks. Okay?”

Lucy eyed Art nervously, and it took me a second to catch on. She must be anticipating Art’s reaction to me giving the boss a to-do list. I bit my lip and studied his face. Would the same man who just ravaged my under-region be okay with taking orders from his subordinate?

His perplexed eyes traveled from me to Lucy.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked. “The manager just gave us orders.”

Mrs. Jenkins toddled into the store seconds after Lucy unlocked the doors. A blanket draped over her shoulders matched her purple tasseled hat and sequined dress.

“I love your dress, Mrs. Jenkins,” Lucy said from behind the counter. “Another of your own creations?”

The elderly lady stood at least two inches taller. “I worked on it all weekend.”

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