Free Dirty Dom: Valetti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) by Willow Winters

can play with Becca and see just how rough my doll likes it. I palm my dick, thinking about that ass. Fuck yeah, I’m definitely getting in there tonight. Women don’t usually get to me, but this one has. I gotta fuck her out of my system, and she’s definitely down to fuck.
    I walk up the sidewalk to her house and stand next to a car pretending to look at my phone. I’ve never stalked a person before. That’s not what I do. I know a guy to call if I need someone found. But, I’m feeling a little awkward at the moment. She kicked my ass out a few hours ago, she’s probably giving her son a bath, or reading stories, or just fucking watching Rugrats with him. I don’t fucking know. I’m not going to knock.
    Fuck that.
    I grimace not knowing what to do. I always have a plan of some sort. But I’m flying by the seat of my pants for this broad. When she puts the kid to bed, that’s the time to pay her a visit. But I don’t know his bed time. I don’t know any of that shit. I run my hand down my face. Am I really going to creep around her house to figure out if she’s putting him down for bed? I think about knocking on the door and her standing there with the little guy on her hip. Yeah, I’m gonna fucking peek. I need to take a look and see what’s going on in there.
    Yeah I'm not into playing connect four with the little guy. Not when all I want is to get some pussy. She's really gotten under my skin. I need to fuck this broad out of my system.  
    I walk to the backyard. No fence so that's easy.  I slink around the corner of the house. Probably looking conspicuous as fuck. Can't fucking help that. I don't think anyone saw me though. It's pretty dark so I stay in the shadows. 
    She's got a nice deck. Real fucking nice. A sunken in hot tub, the cover is covered in leaves from the oak trees lining her property.  They look like they've been there for a year.
    There's a giant trampoline in the back that's covered with netting. I huff a laugh. 
    She seems cautious.  Protective.  I like that but she also seems uptight. Except when it comes to fucking. 
    My chest rumbles with approval and I have to readjust my hardening dick. I have to admit she brings out a virile side of me. A primitive need I don't think I've ever felt. I fucking love it. I’m not sure how long it will last, but I'm sure as fuck going to enjoy it while I can.  
    The stairs to the deck are on the two sides - not smart.  Anyone could sneak on up to her deck and get to the glass sliding doors to her kitchen easy. Someone like me.  I keep my steps even and stay quiet as I move up the stairs.  I take a peek inside. I don't want to startle my doll, I just wanna see if the coast is clear. 
    Her kitchen is pristine. Other than a pizza box sitting on the blue speckled marble counter, there's nothing out of place. Steel pots hang above a massive island.  Her gas stove is large enough to cook for a dozen people easy.  This woman is serious about her cooking. That reminds me about her restaurant.  I'll have to head over tomorrow and check it out.  Too busy today at the office. I cringe remembering how a jerk off tried to convince me that he needed more time.  What he needed to do was stop wasting his wife's hard earned money on gambling. That's what he needed to do. I'm sure he won't be doing that shit anymore. Not after today.
    I take a few steps in front of the glass.  I can see the living room from the kitchen and there are stairs on the right that lead to a down stairs.  
    I can't hear or see either of them though. I look at the handle to the glass door and wonder if she'd leave it open.  She better not.  She seems too smart for that.  I take a tug and sure enough it's locked. 
    Good girl.
    I press my ear to the door but I can't hear a damn thing. 
    I almost leave, but then I see her. I stand perfectly still. I can't even fucking breathe. 
    What the fuck am I doing?  It hits me this very second that I'm gonna look