American Gangster
A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance
By
Tiffany Lordes
Copyright © 2015 Tiffany Lordes
All Rights Reserved
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 1
GAGE
“Fuck that pussy big boy and make me cum.” Huh, little girl playing grown up. I let her talk her shit, while keeping up a nice slow stroke into her pussy. I was in no hurry to cum and she wasn’t that good anyway.
She squeezed her overused pussy around my covered cock, fuck yeah I had my boy wrapped up, I wasn’t about to fuck that without it.
I held her ass cheek in one hand and my nine in the other, that’s how you roll in enemy territory. As much as she wasn’t doing shit for me, her pussy never stopped cumming.
That’s what eleven inches of pure hard steel will do to you. I was bored as fuck by the sixth or seventh time she came and pulled out and slipped into her ass. Not much better but it had a little tightness to it.
I off loaded and hopped off; took the condom off and headed for the bathroom while she shook and moaned all over the bed. Fuck this place, if this asshole thought he was going to catch me with this third-rate snatch and his big talk he was outta his fucking mind, this shit was small time, I didn’t have time for this.
“Where’s your boy?” I flushed the condom and watched it disappear before flushing again. She was still lolling around on the bed like she thought this was the Ritz and we were in love or some shit. “What’s your rush baby, come back to bed.”
“I would if there was something worth coming back to now where the fuck is he?” She looked hurt as fuck; yeah I care. I wasn’t there when she decided to fuck her life down the drain with this shit I’m not responsible. I give a fuck.
She flounced off the bed and got into her clothes. At one point she was probably a nice looking chick, I guess that’s why her owner had sent her. Too bad for him pussy didn’t sway me; the shit was too easy to come by.
“He said I should bring you by when we were done.” What the fuck? Who told this hump I needed to unwind as soon as I got into town? I like to get shit done and be out as soon as possible, preferably before the sun goes down.
The fact that he was procrastinating told me that he was up to no fucking good. If that was the case I hope he knew what the fuck he was doing. I’d come prepared for any contention, a man in my business better be on that shit if he wanted to survive.
I cleaned off my dick and shoved my shit back into my Trues. I wasn’t dressed to impress, that’s not my game, so it was jeans a tank and Tims.
I had my tats on full display and the stud in my ear was gleaming. I had the look down, no one would ever guess at the silver spoon background that had been wrenched away when daddy found younger pussy and left mommy and me high and dry. Motherfucking hump.
I couldn’t be mad at the chick; she was just doing what she had to do to survive, same as me. Life had fucked me sideways when I wasn’t looking and I was lived to pay that shit forward.
“Let’s bounce, time’s a wasting and I’ve got shit to do.” She seemed nervous as fuck all of a sudden but I wasn’t worried. I had a good idea what the fuck was up. Her boy had made certain promises and now couldn’t come through. Same story different asshole!
Instead of manning the fuck up and coming clean, he had decided to make an end run around me it seemed like. Fine, we’ll see how that shit plays.
I did a sweep of the area as soon as we hit the streets. Miss. Thing had picked me up at the airport and brought me directly to this place, which I’m guessing was two steps up from a flop.
The street wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worse either. There were winos and junkies hanging around looking like rejects from a third world country instead of denizens of one of the major cities of the good ole U.S of fucking
A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance
By
Tiffany Lordes
Copyright © 2015 Tiffany Lordes
All Rights Reserved
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 1
GAGE
“Fuck that pussy big boy and make me cum.” Huh, little girl playing grown up. I let her talk her shit, while keeping up a nice slow stroke into her pussy. I was in no hurry to cum and she wasn’t that good anyway.
She squeezed her overused pussy around my covered cock, fuck yeah I had my boy wrapped up, I wasn’t about to fuck that without it.
I held her ass cheek in one hand and my nine in the other, that’s how you roll in enemy territory. As much as she wasn’t doing shit for me, her pussy never stopped cumming.
That’s what eleven inches of pure hard steel will do to you. I was bored as fuck by the sixth or seventh time she came and pulled out and slipped into her ass. Not much better but it had a little tightness to it.
I off loaded and hopped off; took the condom off and headed for the bathroom while she shook and moaned all over the bed. Fuck this place, if this asshole thought he was going to catch me with this third-rate snatch and his big talk he was outta his fucking mind, this shit was small time, I didn’t have time for this.
“Where’s your boy?” I flushed the condom and watched it disappear before flushing again. She was still lolling around on the bed like she thought this was the Ritz and we were in love or some shit. “What’s your rush baby, come back to bed.”
“I would if there was something worth coming back to now where the fuck is he?” She looked hurt as fuck; yeah I care. I wasn’t there when she decided to fuck her life down the drain with this shit I’m not responsible. I give a fuck.
She flounced off the bed and got into her clothes. At one point she was probably a nice looking chick, I guess that’s why her owner had sent her. Too bad for him pussy didn’t sway me; the shit was too easy to come by.
“He said I should bring you by when we were done.” What the fuck? Who told this hump I needed to unwind as soon as I got into town? I like to get shit done and be out as soon as possible, preferably before the sun goes down.
The fact that he was procrastinating told me that he was up to no fucking good. If that was the case I hope he knew what the fuck he was doing. I’d come prepared for any contention, a man in my business better be on that shit if he wanted to survive.
I cleaned off my dick and shoved my shit back into my Trues. I wasn’t dressed to impress, that’s not my game, so it was jeans a tank and Tims.
I had my tats on full display and the stud in my ear was gleaming. I had the look down, no one would ever guess at the silver spoon background that had been wrenched away when daddy found younger pussy and left mommy and me high and dry. Motherfucking hump.
I couldn’t be mad at the chick; she was just doing what she had to do to survive, same as me. Life had fucked me sideways when I wasn’t looking and I was lived to pay that shit forward.
“Let’s bounce, time’s a wasting and I’ve got shit to do.” She seemed nervous as fuck all of a sudden but I wasn’t worried. I had a good idea what the fuck was up. Her boy had made certain promises and now couldn’t come through. Same story different asshole!
Instead of manning the fuck up and coming clean, he had decided to make an end run around me it seemed like. Fine, we’ll see how that shit plays.
I did a sweep of the area as soon as we hit the streets. Miss. Thing had picked me up at the airport and brought me directly to this place, which I’m guessing was two steps up from a flop.
The street wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worse either. There were winos and junkies hanging around looking like rejects from a third world country instead of denizens of one of the major cities of the good ole U.S of fucking
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