Reno's Gift (Mob Boss Series) (24 page)

“Okay,
guys,” Reno said, standing up.
 
“The
hosts are going to call it a night. You guys do whatever you want, have the run
of the place, just don’t come to my bedroom.”

Sal
and Gemma laughed.

Reno
lifted Trina, who continued to sleep, into his arms.
 
“Good night,” he said and left.

Sal
shook his head and watched Reno carry Trina inside the house.
 
“I have to give it to my cousin,” he
said.
 
“He loves his wife.
 
No doubt about that.
 
They have such a wonderful relationship.”

Gemma
was looking too.
 
“Yeah,” she said.
 
“It seems like a very good relationship.
 
If you go for that sort of thing.”

Sal
 
looked at her.
 
“What sort of thing?”

“Marriage,”
Gemma said.
 
“Life time commitments.
 
I’m yours and you’re mine and there’s no
getting out of it.”
 
She hunched her
narrow shoulders as if she had the chills.
 
“That some scary shit,” she said, and Sal laughed.

 
“I feel you, sister,” he said.

Then
she stood up and stretched.
 
Sal’s eyes
stared at her slender body.
 
“I’d better
get home to bed myself,” she said, “or I’ll be good for nothing in court
tomorrow.”

Sal
stood up quickly.
 
“Let’s get this show
on the road, then,” he said, almost too giddily for Gemma’s taste, and escorted
her out.

Grace
was facing Tommy, seated on his lap in the Jacuzzi, and his fully aroused dick
was lodged inside of her.
 
Her bikini top
was off and he was sucking her breasts while he fucked her.
 
She had her hands in his always manicured
hair and was making it gorgeously ruffled as she felt him doing her from top to
bottom.
 
His strokes were steady, but not
rushed, and she felt as if she was being sensually punctured with every stroke.

“You’re
hitting my spot,” she said as he fucked her, and Tommy stopped sucking her
reddening breasts long enough to look into her eyes.

“You’re
hitting mine too,” he replied.
 
Then his
eyes dilated.
 
“Oh, you’re hitting mine!”
he said with emphasis.
 
Because he was at
that sweet spot.
 
In the honey pot.
 
Ready to pour into her but not yet
pouring.
 
He loved this moment of their
lovemaking.
 
He kissed her on the mouth
as the water and his strokes and the feel of her soft cunt made him at that
heightened state for minutes on end.

And
they stayed at that state for a good long time as he stroked and put it on her,
and she groaned and felt his hardness whip in and almost out of her in
repetitive punctures.
 
Tommy moved back
to her breasts, sucking them hard, as his strokes began to intensify.
 
And that combination, of his almost manic
sucking and his elevated fucking, caused her to cum.
 

She
leaned her head back and held her hands tight around his neck as her body
betrayed her.
 
Her thighs began to buck
against him as if she was riding a horse and her vagina began to tighten around
him as if she was restricting his access.
 
It was unbearable and she had to restrict his access.

But
that only made it worse.
 
Because the
more she restricted his access, the harder he banged her to gain more
access.
 
Until even his legendary control
couldn’t turn back the tide.
 
He
came.
 
He poured into his precious Grace
and came in a long and grunting cum.
 
He
drenched her with his cum. He lifted his body and thrashed into her with
whip-fast thrashings to fully release the valve.
 
The water around them was splashing from his
thrashing and he was panting and holding her body tighter as he lifted even
higher, shoving his dick in even deeper, until there was no more room, no more
time, and no more cum.
 
Then he kept his
dick jammed against her and grunted in a way so heartfelt it sounded guttural,
as the last drop of his release poured out.

Reno placed Trina on their bed, removed every stitch of her clothing, and then
stared at her beautiful, brown, naked body.
 
He was exhausted, and was seated on the edge of the bed, but he couldn’t
stop staring at her.
 
From her beautiful
face, to her large breasts, to her toned stomach and thighs, he knew every inch
of this woman’s body.
 
And he began to
throb.
 
He wanted it again.
 
There was no way he was going to go to bed
without hitting that first.
 
No way.

He
slung his shirt over his head, stepped out of his shoes, and unbuckled and
unzipped his pants.
 
His penis was so
aroused that it sprung forward like a soldier at attention.
 
He began to stroke it as he watched
Trina.
 
And then he
 
got in bed with her.
 
Only he moved his body down, to between her
legs, and wedged his head between her thighs.

Trina
began to feel his tongue almost immediately.
 
She was still in the fog of sleep, but she slowly began to awake to his
long, loving licks that started at the bottom of her folds, slid upward, and
then sliced in.
 
She began to moan as his
mouth entered her folds and moved from one pocket to the other one.
 
He ate her cunt.
 
He slurped with tease bites and licks that
felt so intense that Trina opened her legs wider to experience the full effect.

He
was giving her head in such a special way that it took away all fog and she was
now fully awake.
 
She looked down at his
head as he mouth-fucked her to a kind of consciousness that made her
hyper-aware of every fiber of his tongue.
 
His expertise made every bone in her body relax to a tingling sensation
that was so calming, and so sensual to the touch that it made her want to fall
back asleep.
 

But
Reno knew that wasn’t going to happen.
 
Because he had her vagina juices flowing for his taste, and she saturated
his tongue.
 
There was so much saturation
that the taste, the texture, the idea of it made him want to lose control and
fuck her harder than she’d ever been fucked.
  
But when he looked up at her, and saw that sleepy-eyed look of hers that
became the personification of sweetness to him, he knew he wasn’t about to hurt
her.
 
He moved his body up the length of
hers, and began sucking her succulent breasts.

“Put
it in,” he ordered her between sucks.
 
“Put that motherfucker in.”

And
she did.
 
She took her hand and placed it
around his fully aroused dick, and ploughed it into her vagina.
 

Reno
trembled when penis met pussy and it felt to wonderful to linger.
 
He had to start stroking right away.
 
He laid on top of her, wrapping her tightly
in his arms, and fucked her and fucked her.
 
For over an hour they fucked.
 

For
Reno, it was more than sex.
 
It was the
fact that he was being pleasured by the love of his life.
 
She didn’t have to put on any special shows
or do any acrobats.
 
All she
 
had to do was open her legs and let him
in.
 
Because it was Trina.
 
His
Trina.
 
And the idea of having his dick
deep inside of her, stroking her, gyrating her, making her feel the sensations
to the roots of her hair, still excited him.
 
And he couldn’t help but show that excitement with every glide across
her folds.
 

For
Trina, it wasn’t just about sex either.
 
It was all about the man.
 
Reno
Gabrini.
 
Her man.
 
She never dreamed she’d meet somebody like
Reno.
 
She had such bad luck in the
past.
 
Every man she thought was worth
something, turned out to not even be worth a damn.
 
They cheated on her, abused her, did
everything to her but love her right.
 

Then
Reno came along.
 
She was a waitress in
Boyzie’s when he came along.
 
And he
showed her care and concern and the kind of endearing love that no words could
ever express.
 
He wasn’t the kind of man
who talked the talk.
 
He was the kind of
man who walked the walked.
 
He proved
what he meant.
 

Like
now, as he fucked her so hard.
 
He held
her in his arms and pounded her with the kind of steady, rod-steel thrusts that
pulsated her pussy to an almost unbearable degree.
 
Her past boyfriends used to be two-minute
men.
 
They would get theirs and tough if
she didn’t get hers.
 

But
not Reno.
 
On their worst day it lasted
longer than a few minutes.
 
And on their
good days, like today, they could last for hours.

They
didn’t last for multiple hours, but they lasted for a wonderfully long
time.
 
For the longest time Reno held his
wife with an affection that bordered on pure possessiveness.
 
He held her, and fucked her, and kissed her
and dominated every inch of her body.
 
He
stroked and stroked and she arched and allowed him to ram his big-ass dick
deeper and deeper inside of her until their relentless pounding had the
bedsprings creaking from the punishment, and had both of their bodies saturated
inside with their sex juices, and outside with their hard-earned sweat.

“
I love you, Tree
!” Reno howled in a wail
of elation when his penis became too full, and her pussy felt too sweet for him
to bear it a moment longer.
 
He
came.
 
He kept stroking through his cum,
which assured her that hers was just a matter of time.

And
he was right.
 
She came too.
 
Her entire body clenched down on that one
spot in her vagina that throbbed around Reno’s massive manhood.
 
And he lodged it so deep down that it curled
under to maneuver her tightest spot, and then curled back out straight and hard
as steel.
 
She cried so loud that Reno
had to cover her mouth, when his dick made its final thrust.

And
then they lay there, breathing so hard they wondered if the other was okay, and
eventually Trina whispered in her husband’s ear.
 

“I
love you too,” she managed to say.
 
“You’d better know it.”

Gemma
headed for the kitchen to get the drinks while Sal looked out of the window of
her tenth-floor apartment.
 
It wasn’t
much of a view, nothing like it was on the Strip, but at least it was in a safe
area and was secured.
 
As a former cop,
he paid attention to such things and would not have expected less from
Gemma.
 
She was a sensible girl, in his
estimation.
 
She was the kind of woman
who could be . . .

Who
could be what, he wondered.
 
His booty
call?
 
She was too classy for that.
 
His friend?
 
Yeah, possibly, although he didn’t have any female friends.
 
They were either his fuck partners or he
didn’t bother with them.
 

Or
she could be his woman.

Now
there was a novel idea.
 
Gemma Jones as
his woman.
 
A smart, classy, drop-dead
gorgeous beauty of a lady like that.
 
An
attorney no less.
 
He almost smiled at
the thought of it.
 
But he was nobody’s
fool.
 
A girl like that didn’t want a man
like him.
 
She probably wanted a highly
educated man, some heartthrob of a black guy probably, who spoke every word
correctly and abhorred any use of slang and who walked around as if he had a
stick up his ass.
 
Sal, on the other
hand, viewed himself as a common man.
 
He
was wealthy and highly successful, but he wasn’t what people would call
cultured.
 
Not by a mile.

In
fact he was so uncultured, or so closed up in his own culture, that he’d never
even dated a black woman.
 
He’d fucked a
few before.
 
As a cop he used to get his
wham bam on quite a few of them.
 
But he
never dated one.
 
With Gemma, he knew
whams and bams weren’t going to cut it.
 
If he wanted her, he would have to work for it.
 
But he had his brother Tommy, who favored
black girls to such a degree that he wouldn’t know what to do with a white
one.
 
He was sure Tommy could teach him
the ropes.