Reno and Son: Don't Mess with Jim (The Mob Boss Series) (5 page)

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Then he heard a voice.
 

“Not my style either.”

He turned around and saw a woman, the tall
blonde that had been standing near Trina when he drove up, and now she was
standing next to him.
 
He had been
staring at another crazy-ass painting, looking sideways at it to see if he
could see what all the fuss was about.
 
And now
 
he had a visitor in his
space.
 
“Excuse me?”

“I said I agree with you.
 
This style of art isn’t my style at all.”

“Yeah, well,” Reno said, looking once again
at the painting, “it’s supposed to be creativity.
 
It’s not supposed to be to everybody’s
taste.
 
Some people love this stuff.”

“But not you?”

“It’s all right.”

The tall blonde inwardly smiled.
 
“I, personally, prefer telematic art.
 
Telematics.
 
Would you agree?”

Reno didn’t respond to that.
 
He knew what she was doing.

She smiled.
 
What
maleness
, she
thought.
 
“You don’t know what I’m
talking about, do you?
 
You don’t know
what telematics are.
 
Do you?”

Now he was pissed.
 
Not only did he have to endure the evening
itself, but to have some snob in his face who knew full well he didn’t know
shit about telematics and didn’t want to know, was too much.
 
“Yeah, I know what it is,” he said.
 
“It’s get the fuck out of my face, that’s
what it is.”

But instead of the tall blonde giving him her
best look of censure and cowering away, the way a real snob would do, she
laughed.
 
Then she reached into her
clutch bag, pulled out a business card, and handed it to him.
 
“If you want to be amazed,” she said, “give
me a call.”
 
She continued to smile, as
she walked away.
 

Reno stood there, smiling and looking at
her tight ass as she left, and then he looked at the card.

Trina was across the room, still working
the crowd, but she also saw that woman, that same one who had been eyeing him
earlier, give her husband a card.
 
When
the woman walked away and Reno started watching her ass, Trina excused herself
from the group of ladies she’d been conversing with, and walked over to him.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Reno’s smile left.
 
“Hell no.
 
I was ready to go before I got here so you can imagine how ready I am
now.”

“Then what were you smiling about?”

“Who’s smiling?”

“You were smiling a moment ago.”

“Yeah, well, call it an exception to the
rule because there’s nothing funny here.”

Trina waited for him to explain who that
woman was and why she gave him her card, but as usual, he didn’t say
anything.
 

“What about you?
 
Enjoying yourself?”

“It’s okay,” Trina responded.

“Okay my ass!
 
You’re acting as if you’re having the time of
your life.
 
You’re in your element here.”


My
element?
 
Boy please.
 
These snobs bore me more than they bore you.”

Reno was surprised by that.
 
“Oh, yeah?
 
Then what’s with all of the laughing and the backslapping and the
conversation?”

“We’re trying to raise money for a
children’s hospital, Reno.
 
These are big
money donors.
 
If it’ll make them write
checks, then I’m more than willing to laugh and backslap and run my mouth
endlessly.
 
It’s the least I can do.”

“So what am I?
 
I’m not a
big
money
donor?
 
Why haven’t you put the
squeeze on me for a contribution?”

“You contributed twenty thousand dollars
earlier this evening,” Trina informed him.
 
“Thank-you, by the way.”

Reno smiled and shook his head.
 
That was his Tree.
 
It wasn’t the first time she got his checkbook,
wrote a big fat check to some charity, and told him about it later.
 
And he was certain it wouldn’t be the last
time either.
 
“You’d better be glad I
love you, sister, or . . .”

Trina looked at Reno with those big bright
eyes of defiance that always turned him on.
 
“Or what?”

It wasn’t what she said, but how she said
it.
 
With that shake of her head, with
those big eyes stretched bigger as if she was daring him to dispute her
decision, and he looked down, at her body.
 
Six months ago she gave birth to his beautiful baby girl, his only
daughter of three children, and that body of hers was still the hottest he’d
ever seen.
 
When he looked back up, with
those hooded blue eyes of his, Trina knew exactly what was coming next.

He moved up to her, and whispered in her
ear.
 
“Take me to the bathroom, the broom
closet, or wherever the hell I can fuck you, and take me now,” he ordered her.

Just the way he ordered it made Trina
hot.
 
And she immediately began heading
toward the long hall adjacent to the ballroom.
 
He walked behind her, trying not to look at her ass, as they politely
but urgently made their way.
 

But what really warmed Trina’s heart was
when they walked by a wastebasket and she glanced back just as Reno was taking
the card that woman had given to him, and was tossing it into the trash.
 
He wasn’t the kind of man who ever felt he
had to explain himself to anyone, and that was fine by Trina.
 
He didn’t have to explain a thing to
her.
 
She knew him.

When they walked further down the hall to
what was actually a small dressing room, Trina walked in, Reno followed her,
and he closed and locked the door.
 
Then
he pinned her against the door, with his hands on either side of her.
 
He immediately began rubbing his erection
against her pants-covered vagina, as he kissed her.

“You’re so beautiful, Mrs. Gabrini,” he
said to her as he traced kisses along her face and neck.
 

Trina smiled and held up her chin as he
kissed her.
 
“Even with my baby weight?”

“Even with every ounce of it,” Reno
replied, still kissing her.
 
“You can get
big as a fucking cow,” he said, and Trina laughed, “and you’re still be my
baby.
 
You’re still be the one and only
woman I want.
 
The only one!”
 
Reno said this and then pressed his lips onto
her mouth as hard as he could and began kissing her with the kind of desperate
passion that unleashed hers.
 
They were
hot now, and moving their heads from side to side as they sought every angle
for their kiss.
 
And it was a passionate
kiss, filled with their combined grunts and groans and that anticipatory
sensation that both of them could never suppress.

Reno unbuckled, unzipped, and then slipped
down his pants and briefs.
 
His dick
poked out against her stomach, and she reached down and began rubbing it.
 
Reno closed his eyes as soon as he felt her
hand on his rod, and he began to moan as he kissed her.
 
The more she massaged him, the more he
moaned, until he began rubbing his lips against hers in a kind of lustfulness
that defied mere kissing.
 

But when she crotched down and began to
suck his dick, and the sensations shot through his body like a blast of hard
liquor, the feelings became so intense that he had to splay his hands against
the door just to stop his knees from buckling.
 

He leaned his head back, in love with Trina
even more for what she was doing to him.
 
There were women who found it insulting to be asked to suck their
husband’s dick.
 
He’d encountered many
women just like that.
 
But not his
wife.
 
She was all about pleasing
him.
 
And whenever her tongue, her teeth,
her mouth came anywhere near his rod, he was pleased.

She loved his smell as she took him in full
and mouth-fucked him long and hard in that slow suck he loved until he was so
stiff, and so loaded with pre-cum, that she knew she had to ease up.
 
The feelings were growing too intense.
 
So intense that he pulled her up, lifted her
into his arms, and carried her to the nearest dressing table.
 

He sat her on the edge, pulled down her
pants and panties, and began kissing her again as he rubbed her clit.
 
But they both knew, even in this
borrowed
place, that there was no way
Reno was going to just rub her and then fuck her, without getting at least a
taste of her.
 

He spread open her legs as far as they
could go, given the constraints, and then he knelt down, smelled that sweet
aroma he so loved, and began licking her between the folds.
 
His licks were long and precise, and the
feelings that roared throughout her body made her lay all the way back and let
him do his thing.
 
And he did it.
 
Nobody did it better.
 
He licked and ate and probed his tongue deep
inside of her.
 
When he bit her and she
let out a hard grunt, he looked up, to remind her that they weren’t exactly at
home, but then he kept probing away.
 
His
dick reacted to the taste of her, as it became even stiffer, and he ate her
vigorously.
 
He ate her as if she was the
only meal worth eating.
 
He licked her,
he teased her with bites, he ate and ate.

By the time he finally stopped and stood
up, Trina was so close to an orgasm that she thought she wouldn’t be able to
hold out.
 
But Reno knew what he was
doing.
 
He was the expert of experts when
it came to sexual timing.
 
That was why,
after he stopped mouth-fucking her at the exact right moment, he took his thick
penis, pressed it against her slit, and then drove it into her wet pussy as if
he was driving into a place of refuge.

As his massive dick began to slow-fuck her,
he leaned down toward her.
 
They didn’t
kiss, but stared into each other’s eyes.
 
He wanted her to know how much he was enjoying her, and she wanted to feel
that enjoyment.
 
And she did.
 
She felt so full, and so at ease, that she
wrapped her hands around his neck and began kissing him herself.
 
And even as he increased his gyrations, she
allowed her body, a body that was shaking from the effects of his pounding, to
take it.

But as a testament to Reno’s control, he
eased back up again.
 
And his gyrations
slowed again.
 
He knew how to tame his
beast.
 
He knew how to do her in such a
loving way that her need to cum changed into a more urgent need to feel his big
dick expanding even bigger inside of her for as long as she could possibly
endure it.
 

And even though they were doing it in one
of Liz’s dressing rooms, and even though they weren’t exactly able to go all
out the way they normally did, the feelings were still as raw and intense as
any feelings could be.
 
Reno pulled her
up into his arms again, and pushed into her with an ease that made both of them
feel almost greedy with love.
 
One of
them were going to break, and Reno was always determined to let it be Trina
first.
 
And it was.
 
Because as soon as he drove deeper, and began
hitting her spot as if he was repeatedly sounding an alarm inside her pussy,
his steady strokes turned more and more furious.
 
Until she broke.
 
And then it was no more holding back.

Reno began to grind her with strokes that
increased, not only in speed, but in intensity as well.
 
He thrashed into her and thrashed into her at
just the right speed, with just the right tempo, that he sustained her orgasm
all the way through his own.
 
Because he
came with a cum that exploded out of him.
 
And he kept on pounding into her, he kept on fucking her as hard as his
dick could push into her.
 
Veins appeared
in his neck, his heartbeat quickened, until the explosiveness was able to
settle back down.
 

When it was over, Reno’s legs were so
rubbery that Trina had to hold him up.
 
His chest was heaving and his hair was flopped down across his forehead,
making him look so young that it made her smile.
 
“I’ll bet you’re glad you came now,” she
said.

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