Free The Villain by Jordan Silver

to kill my ass. I wanted to stay inside her longer, my cock felt so good, but I made the mistake of tearing her shirt open.
    One look at her beauties and my balls drew up to my body. I sucked one into my mouth as I started shooting into her hard.
    She screamed like the hellcat she is and came all over my cock.
    ***
    What the fuck? It was dark outside and the only light in the room was the glow from the TV. My darling bride was sitting up in bed with a big bowl of ice cream.
    What the fuck had happened? I took stock of myself and found that my pants were still half on half off, and my nuts had dried pussy juice all over them that was starting to itch.
    “What happened?” I eyed her as she turned to me. I won’t be surprised if she’d knocked me over the head, but somehow I didn’t think so.
    “You fell asleep.” She shrugged like that shit was normal.
    “The fuck I did.” She actually smirked at me. “You got knocked dafuq out.” She laughed like a maniac.
    Damn, I’m never gonna live this shit down. What the fuck was her pussy lined with anyway? The shit was too fucking good.
    “Oh your mom called by the way.”
    “Shit I forgot, what did you tell her?”
    “What do you think? I told her I fucked her little golden boy to death.”
    “Stasia...”
    “Chill, I told her you were taking a nap and she laughed.” She shrugged again. Shit, just what I need, my nosy ass mother in my shit. No doubt she’d already shared the news with dad who loved nothing better than having some shit he could use to one-up me.
    “Did you eat?” I sat up with a yawn and scratched my chest. She held up the empty bowl and kept watching some insipid teenage fuckery that was designed to make me lose my shit.
    “That’s not food come on, let me go feed you.” I had to drag her from the bed after I’d cleaned up some in the shower. The girl liked to be difficult. I wonder how long it was gonna take her to get over that shit.
    I had to call ma while the pasta was boiling and little Ms. Attitude was making the salad. We rescheduled for another night and I only had to tell her to mind her own business twice, which only made her laugh harder.

Chapter 9
     
     
    After my night of embarrassment I made sure never to let that shit happen again, though I noticed that it was getting harder and harder not to give in to the sweet oblivion after I’d emptied inside her.
    She was very proud of herself and no matter how I tried to get her back, no dice. She took all the dick I threw into her and kept going afterwards, while I was assed out.
    “Draco, that new guy I told you about with the diamonds is here.” Chase came into the office while I was knee deep in shit.
    Stasia had gone somewhere to some warehouse to pick up supplies for her jewelry shit. I figured since my wife was into jewelry making I better get in on the bottom floor and keep her happy, but fuck I wasn’t in the mood today.
    “I hate this shit, you know I hate meeting new people.” I was being a little bitch and I knew it, but lately it’s been getting harder and harder to let her out of my sight.
    Word on the street was that her dad was looking to put a hit out on me, and though I was sure he wouldn’t harm her, I wasn’t comfortable with my woman being out of my sight while there was a bounty on my head.
    “If you want a foothold in the diamond trade this is it. It’s what you said you wanted right?”
    “Bring him in.” Some bespectacled little twerp came into the room already sweating. I sized him up and put on the Santorini act; that ought to cause him a few sleepless nights if he was even thinking of fucking with me.
    “You, are you a Donnie Brasco wanna be?”
    “Who’s that?” he fixed his glasses on his face and looked around at Chase.
    “You know who the fuck he is and if you don’t you better find out. I’m gonna tell you this only once, if you’re here to snitch, if I even think that you’re a rat, I won’t come at you first, I’ll take out your