Free Reno and Son: Don't Mess with Jim (The Mob Boss Series) by Mallory Monroe Page B

the edge
of the bed, opened those legs wide, pressed that big head of his to her slit,
and pushed his dick inside of her with a torrential push.   She winced, because she wasn’t completely ready,
but within seconds of his entry, his pre-cum and her vaginal juices oozed out
and soon had her saturated.
    “You want me, Val?” His dickhead buried
deep inside her channel.
    “Yes,” she said as he stroked her with
ever-increasing strokes.   She could tell
he was already on the verge of losing total control, and wanted to fuck her
harder, but he held on.   He kept it
steady.   He kept his increase modulated.   “I want you so much, Jimmy.”
    “How much?” His strokes kept increasing.
    “I want you more than anything!”
    “You want me harder?”
    “Harder.”
    “You want me to fuck you harder?”
    “Yes.   Harder. I want you to fuck me harder.”
    “Like this?” His strokes increased even
more, and he was pumping her with ferocity.
    “Like that,” Val said, her body and her bed
rocking with his every thrash.   He was
putting it on her in a way that made her feel as if she should be in great
pain, but she was in a state of so much joy that she couldn’t feel any pain at
all.   He was pounding into her, just the
way she liked it, and all she could do was scream and let him pound away.
    “Oh, Val,” Jimmy said as he leaned down and
squeezed her breasts.   “Oh, Val!”   He began sucking those breasts so hard that
she felt as if they were on fire too.   He
fucked and sucked for long minutes on end.
    And when they came, it was as if they were
both shattering into pieces.   He trembled
and grunted, and she had spasms that were so intense she was trying to force
his dick out of her, to get away from the elation.   But he was still pouring into her.   He poured and he poured.   There was no getting away from Jimmy
Gabrini.   His singular purpose, now that
he was free again, was to appreciate what he came so very close to losing.
    He had Val again, and he wasn’t going to
give her back.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
    SIX

 
    “But I don’t like juice,” Dominic Gabrini
said the next morning at breakfast when Trina told her four-year-old that he
couldn’t have a biscuit until he drank his juice.   She was at the head of the table, holding
baby Sophia, with Francine Gabrini, her sister-in-law, seated to her
right.   Dommi, his small, brown hand
still resting on the biscuit, was seated to her left.   The two nannies, one for either child, were
seated at the opposite end of the long dining table talking with each other
while they had breakfast too.
    “Mommy, please,” Dommi pleaded.
    “I said no,” Trina replied.   “No juice, no biscuit.”
    “But Mommy!” Dommi whined.
    “I mean it, boy.   No juice, no biscuit.   Now remove your hand.”
    Dommi kept his hand right where it was: on
his favorite biscuit that sat in a tray filled with biscuits.
    Trina couldn’t believe how insolent he was
becoming.   But she had a cure for that
too.   “Do you want me to call your
father?”
    As soon as she asked that question, Dommi
immediately removed his hand from the biscuit, and began drinking his juice.
    Fran laughed.   “That little boy thinks you’re soft,
Trina.   He’s scared of Reno, but he
thinks you’re a regular pushover.”   Then
Fran shook her head.   “If he only knew.”
    “Right,” Trina said with a smile, and
continued to bird-eat.
    “Between Sophie and Little Reno, I don’t
know how you do it.   And look at
her.   Looking just like you.”
    “Not you too.”
    “But it’s true.   She favors you.”
    Trina looked at Sophia.   She’d fed her earlier and now she was just
lying in her mother’s arms, staring at her.   “When Reno said this child was the spitting image of me, I thought he
was full of shit, I’m not gonna even lie. I said he was seeing what he wanted
to see.   But sometimes, when she stares
at me like she’s