The F King: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 3) (35 page)

My toes curled and wiggled as he kissed and licked each leg in turn, paying special attention to the back of my knees, which he
knew
drove me wild. His skilled teasing brought me back from my post-orgasmic daze and made me focus on just how much more my husband was going to do to me.

Austin draped my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, bringing my knees up near my head and pressing my breasts against my thighs. Curling his hand around the back of my neck, he pulled me into a kiss that pushed the limits of my flexibility and I could feel his heavy balls against my pussy.

With our lips locked together, he adjusted his hips and his weighty cock dragged downwards across my navel. The tip flicked across my clit, making me yelp into our kiss, and then that majestic thickness was stretching my pussy lips around it as he pressed forward.

As soon as the head of his stiff rod was lodged inside me, my husband pushed his entire length forward in one hard thrust that ended with the sound of bodies slapping together and
filled
me with cock. I broke off our kiss to squeal, and Austin reached behind my head, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling it back to make me expose my neck.

Leaning down, he licked and sucked at the skin as he began to thrust his cock in and out of my pussy, feeling like a wild animal that might decide to tear my throat out at any moment if he got sick of this tickly teasing. I couldn’t bring myself to be afraid, I was tied in knots and getting fucked by the sexiest man in the world.

His powerful thrusts pushed me down into the bed, only to bounce back up and meet him on the next stroke. Our bodies met each time and his heavy balls slapped against my ass over and over again, while the tip barely brushed against my cervix.

“Fuck,” Austin groaned. “I would have got you pregnant in school. Fucking claimed you right from the start without wasting any time. Made you my little bareback fucktoy on the teacher’s desk.”

“Yes sir!” I panted, while every hard thrust made my voice waver.

Austin was putting a
fire
in my belly now as surely as he’d put a baby there before. And it was growing too.

I imagined what it would have been like to have a boyfriend like Austin back in school. To sneak behind the bleachers, or whatever the sexually active couples used to do. Making out in the back seats of cars. Losing my virginity to him on my prom night instead of my wedding night.

In a way it felt like just what he’d said, some years had been wasted before we were together. On the other hand, he’d fucked me hard and often, and that time was surely made up for by now.

All that love, all that
lust
, fueled that campfire in my belly and I could feel it building up past a bonfire, past a forest fire... this was going to be a towering inferno of ecstasy.

The world was starting to sound like my ears were muffled by pillows as the beating of my heart and the sound of my own breath started to dominate. The tips of my fingers and toes were tingling with the hint of my second climax when Austin leaned back, flipped me over with expert precision, and pulled my hips up so my ass was presented to him.

I growled my frustration and Austin responded by jack-hammering into my pussy so hard that my mind was shaken into submission by the deep impacts. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, there was too much happiness, too much pleasure for me to keep it in.

Thankfully, before I spontaneously combusted, my orgasm returned to the edge of that mental cliff and, with the constant pounding from the powerful athlete, leapt off with no hesitation. I arched my back and screamed affirmatives, trying to push against him as hard as I could.

Austin’s hands left my hips and took my hair as reins, doing the work of bringing us together far more efficiently than I could. Colored star-bursts flashed in front of my eyes before I squeezed them shut to let myself float in this bliss.

Smack!

My husband’s other hand came down on my ass cheek and I screamed my pleasure again. I could feel my breasts swaying under me as his thrusts became more sporadic, that cock seeking out every last fraction of an inch of depth in my fluttering tunnel.

I smiled dazedly when I felt his hot cum splash against my cervix, then I moaned in satisfaction at the next spurt that capped off another hard and deep thrust. One of these days we should start considering some kind of protection, but how could it compare to this raw animalistic perfection?

Austin leaned forward, flattening me out as he put some of his weight on top of me. He pulled my chin in his direction and I kissed him over my shoulder as well as I could as I caught my breath.

“Oh fuck yes, Sky. You would have had a big load of cum in your pussy in
every
class.”

“I think it’s time for mathematics now,” I said. “School is
in
. If one wife gets fucked two times today, how many inches of hard cock can fit down her throat?”

Austin chuckled and slowly began to stroke his magnificent length in and out of me again.

S
tealth was never
my strong suit, but I put every last bit of effort I could into it now, just to get out of this room without waking Ryan up. I winced when the door clicked behind me, and paused for a second, listening intently.

I breathed a sigh of relief when there was no sign of any stirring so I wouldn’t have to start settling him from scratch. When I came out to the living room, I saw Kendall was already out there, having clearly worked her magic on Eli faster than I had on Ryan.

Kendall was busily filling Skylar in on some cute thing the kids had done today, while Jace sat back in his chair with his fingers interlaced behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He had that look of concentration on his face I now knew so well.

“Took you long enough,” said Kendall. “I was wondering if you were going to have enough time left to fuck him up in front of his bitch.” She jerked her thumb at Jace.

The three of them laughed heartily.

“Oh haha, you’re all so fucking funny. You’re never going to let that one go, are you?”

“Not any time soon,” said Kendall.

I sat down in an empty chair at Skylar’s end of the couch and Jace leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and tenting his fingers in front of him. He looked from our wives to me and took a deep breath.

“So, I’ve come to a decision,” he said.

“About what?” I asked.

“The long-term plan. All the shit that’s turned up while we’ve dug this Picolli and Bertolini weed out of the New Ashby garden has been… enlightening.”

“There you go with your monk-on-a-mountain shit again. What are you talking about?”

Jace pulled his hands apart and held them up, his eyes glancing upwards as he thought of how best to word whatever he was talking about.

“My understanding of the Mafia organizational structure has changed. The degree to which the Picollis and the Bertolinis were intertwined is far deeper than I thought. The lines between them got especially blurred due to the pressure I put on in Port Magnus, but it’s always been this way, to a certain extent.”

“OK. So? You crushed them like bugs over in Port. We’ve got them on the ropes here. What does this change?”

“It means I can’t kill them,” Jace said.

“They seem to be dying pretty well?” I shrugged, confused.

“I mean I can’t kill the Picollis
or
the Bertolinis… not without killing, or assimilating,
all
the families. If I don’t, then they’ll always have a place to run. They’ll always have a place to regroup, access to huge resources that can make
big
problems for us. Endanger everything we’ve built.” Jace glanced at Kendall and Skylar, and in the direction of the rooms the kids were sleeping in.

“I see… uh… do you mean…” I trailed off.

Jace nodded. “Yes. The long-term plan. Picolli. Bertolini. It doesn’t matter anymore. If they’re part of one of the crime families, they join us or die. This will be a nationwide campaign.”

I flopped back in my chair. “Holy shit.”

Skylar shuffled closer to me and reached out to grab my hand. With how things had been going, I had almost started to think we were getting near the other end of the tunnel. The Bertolini’s were not in control of New Ashby anymore. We were. As Jace would put it, their assets had been seized.

But now this? I didn’t doubt him for a second, it all made sense, but was this a war we could win? I looked at Jace, at the calculating mind behind the eyes and knew, like always, he had a plan.

“Where would we even start?” I asked.

“That’s the exact right question,” said Jace, “and I’ve got the answer. First of all, the operation continues as normal here in New Ashby in the meantime. The bosses all know that I’ve got major personal issues with the Picollis. The Bertolinis directly helped them, and it goes without saying what they did to you. So these other bosses, they’re kind of content to keep the situation at arm’s length. They think either we, or the Picollis, or the Bertolinis will come out on top and then we’ll fall back into line. Same old in-fighting shit that’s been happening for over a hundred years. But
we
know we’ll never be their bitches.”

“Right.”

“So, the problem with this is that as soon as we make a move directly against one of the families that
isn’t
the Picollis or the Bertolinis, they’ll know that this has… uh… transcended the personal and this war is now a matter of business. You see?” asked Jace.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“When
that
happens, these lines between the families will get blurry like what happened between the Picollis and the Bertolinis. They might even disappear entirely. On one hand that will mean we can no longer pick them off one by one. On the other hand, that would mean we only have one monster to kill instead of a swarm. Either way, it doesn’t change where we need to start.”

“Which is?” asked Skylar.

“The first move we make has to come out of the blue and it has to be
big
and it has to
hurt
them where it counts the most. The wallet. The single biggest cash cow for the Old Mafia now is this ‘F’ drug, and all its variants. It’s taking the streets by storm, and it’s raking in the money. Nobody can figure out how the fuck to make it, I’ve had top guys working on it and we can’t do it. At first I thought it was coming from New Ashby, but it turns out it’s not.”

“But now you
do
know where it’s coming from?” I asked.

“Yep. It’s coming from Highston. That means the Acardi family is running it, and they were supplying the Bertolinis with enough product that I thought it was actually coming from New Ashby.”

“How did you figure that out?”

“The police did it for me. I got a guy, haven’t found a computer system he couldn’t hack into yet, he’s a genius with that shit. Anyway, I provide all the hardware he could possibly want, I keep him safe, and in return for all this fun I let him have, he’s happy to take instruction. I thought that ‘F’ was well beyond the point where the authorities could ignore it anymore so I wondered if they had any leads before I started the search from scratch. Turns out the cops think it’s one guy who’s manufacturing this. They’re calling him “The F King” and they’ve got a bunch of people going undercover to try and work their way up the supply chain to get to him. No luck so far, but I’m sure we can do better.”

“Better at what?”

Jace looked pointedly around each of the faces in room. “We’re going to Highston. We’re finding him. We’re taking him
out
of the equation and we’re going to kill every other fucking Acardi who gets in the way.”

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