It was a bit hot in here. I got up, unbuttoning my shirt, staring down at her as she laid, watching me. She looked flustered and dazed, panting slowly.
My cock was out and in between her legs, I was still erect.
The shirt came off, I moved down. Flipping her around and putting her in the doggy position.
"let's go crazy pumpkin?",i asked."Yes daddy, please fuck my ass", she begged, spreading her ass cheeks for me.
I grinned, running my fingers into my hair and then brushing it back. I placed the tip of my cocked on her butthole, spitting on it to serve as lube.I grabbed her waist, slowly pushing into her tight butthole.
She whimpered, grasping the edge of the couch.
"Pull out! Too big!!",she said.I chuckled, spanking her ass hard."You wanted to do this, sugar. I don't think i wanna stop now. So please, bear with me", I said, pushing all my length into it.
I clutched her hair, pushing her face into the couch. Her butthole held onto my cock as it twitches.I pulled out few inches, pushing in again.
It began opening up nicely for me. "Ryan! It hurts!!",she said, lifting her bosom up and her hands flattened on the cushion.
"When last did you get fucked here?. Or do you only reserve it for me?",i asked.She turned her head to the side, staring at me with her side eyes.
"No one could fuck it better, except you. It hurts but still, I want you to hit it", she said.I grinned, pushing her head down to the cushion, ramming my cock into her.
Her moans were loud enough to attract the attention of anyone around. Her body quivered underneath me.
I chuckled silently, watching her trying to take in the force of my hammering. My phone rang.
I slowed down a bit, taking out my phone from my trousres lying beside me.The caller's ID popped up on the screen, Black Ace. I swiped to pick."It's been a while, pal", I said.
"Good to hear from you again, Ryan. I was at the speakeasy yesterday and tried dialing your line, it wasn't going through".
Black Ace, real name Blake Holmes. A runner, someone who distributes and collects drugs or other illegal stuffs in a gang or mafia. "Bloody hell,I have been busy. You shoulda dropped a voice message", I said, taking my cock out.
"Yeah... I gotta tell ya one thing. I gat ya dough, fam. A flaming $10m. The deal got sweetened and the crystal meth banked a lot of good paper..."Bella turned around to look at me.
I slipped off the condom with one hand, stuffing my cock back into my briefs. "... Some other high ranking members would love to get some of it and if you don't mind, they would love a meeting with you right now, as the dealer.""His name?", I asked, glancing at Bella. She didn't look pleased.
"Edward Meyers, The Pacer's top buyer. Sending you the location", he replied."I will be there in twenty minutes time. Keep them busy", I said."Alright Ryan", he said, cutting the call.
"What?!
Where the fuck you going?!!",she asked, her voice was pitched."A meeting with a client. You know how this thing works", I replied, zipping up my trousers.
She got up from couch abruptly."You just gonna leave me hangin'.
Ryan I had to travel all the way from Italy to get you to dig it and now you leaving!!",she said.
"Bella, do you mix pleasure with business?", I asked, buckling my belt.
She clenched her fists."No! No, I don't. Courtesy demands that you...",
"Shut up, Bella. We will discuss about this later, I gotta go." I said, walking towards the door as I buttoned up my shirt.
She fumed."If you walk out on me, I am breaking up with you and I'm seriously speaking!", she yelled.
I frowned,"Pfft. You wouldn't dare do that and even if you do, you can't deny the fact that I fuck you better than those old crooks" ,I said, opening the door.
"Fine! We are done!! I ain't doing this half shit with yo ass no more!!!",she yelled again.I
scoffed,"Suit yourself", I said, walking out of the VIP section.
The bar lady was busy cleaning the tumblers with a napkin. She gave me a faint smile,"Are you done sir?", she asked.
"Yeah, thank you. My card?",i asked.She handed it over to me.
I tipped her $300,she was stunned ,quickly collecting it from me.
"Thank you, dear sir", she said.I nodded,leaving the pub....
Lafayette warehouse|:
I arrived at the location alone, moving into the warehouse. There were some men standing and having a discussion between themselves with some gunmen moving around the place.
A short, lanky man turned around to look at me as I walked in.
His buzz cut hair was blonde and he probably looked like someone in his 50s.
"You must be Jake, am I right?", he asked, approaching me."Yes I am", I replied, tucking my hands into my pockets.
He cock a brow at me."If y' are the dealer, then where is your squad?. Do you walk around unarmed and alone?",he asked.I smirked,"You look like a wise fella but one thing you failed to realize is,I don't need protection.
I am a simple folk, it's just a few that gets to know me", I said.
He smiled, taking out his big cigar pipe from a case.
"You know, my friend Collins blake is a good business partner. Though he is now a little greedy, I have to look somewhere else. I heard you sell the coke and the crystal at cheaper rates and they are of high quality.
So, I wanna do business with you. I need goods worth $28m and it should be brought here tomorrow, afternoon to be precise.""I will see what I can do about it.
I accept payment in cash or bank tellers. That way, everyone plays safe", I said.He chuckled."What a bold, fine man. Anyways, get me the goods and leave the payments to me", he snapped his fingers.
A bodyguard came closer, holding a briefcase.
He opened it in front of me."This is $14m. I am giving it to you now. Bring the goods and I will drop the remaining", he said.
I glanced at the stacks of hundred dollar bill. The bodyguard closed the briefcase, handing it to me. I collected it."Nice doing business with you, Mr Jake...",
the bodyguard handed a black card to me,"... Here's my card, feel free to drop a call", he said, flashing me a bright smile.
I smiled,"I will. See you tomorrow", I said, turning around to leave.