I nod, understanding where Boss is coming from. “She needs an I.D. Especially since she’s going to be part of the club now officially and all that.”
“What happened to hers? Did the cultists take it?” Boss’ question is a good one, but I don’t have the answer.
“I’m not sure, possibly. I went to help her get a phone today, and she was going to get one of those crappy pay-as-you-go ones since she didn’t have identification. I got her put on my plan, so she has something decent.”
“I’ll get Beretta on it. She has connections who can get us some damn good fake I.D.’s that pass as real ones, but Reno . . .” Boss pauses, almost like she’s debating saying something.
“What’s up, Prez?”
“Be careful with Valencia. We don’t know too much about her, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” Ironic, considering she didn’t give a damn the other day when she said she’d keep me as a prospect for a lot longer. It’s just so fucking insane.
“I’m a big boy. I can handle myself, Boss,” I tell her, and she chuckles lightly.
“I’m sure you can. I have a call I’m expecting, so I need you to get the fuck out.”
“Say no more,” I comment and leave her office, shutting the door behind me.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I glance down at the screen, seeing it’s from a number I don’t recognize, but it’s the text itself that makes me curious.
Meet me on the roof.
I head up a couple more flights of stairs and walk into the city skyline. The sun has already set, and off in the distance is Valencia, looking out at the lights. “You really love the view here, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do. Don’t you?”
“I guess so. All cities are the same, in my opinion.”
“I don’t know how you think that. They’re so different. At least, every one that I’ve been to is.” Valencia must be a world-traveling type of woman, or at least it’s the impression she’s giving me right now.
“They can be, but I think I care more about the people in the cities,” I state, and Valencia turns to look at me.
There are a few moments of silence that passes between us. “Do you care about me?” Her question surprises me, but in a good way.
“Yeah. I’ve cared about you since the first moment I laid my eyes on you, Valencia.” As I finish speaking, Valencia gets a little closer to me and turns until the front of her body is pressing against my own. There’s a slight chill from the wind tonight, but it’s not overly cold. However, I don’t miss the way she’s looking at me right now. It’s like I’m something to her too.
I slide a hand behind her neck and dip my head down until my lips are pressing against her own. She sucks in a sharp breath in shock, but I don’t know why she’s shocked in the least bit. She knows I like her. She knows I find her sexually attractive. For fuck’s sake, I’ve sunk my cock into her pussy before, multiple times in the course of one night. Valencia knows I’m not the type of man who would ever pussyfoot around a situation.
Valencia scoots up on the concrete railing and opens her legs. I glance down for a second and realize she isn’t wearing the pants she was earlier. Hell, she’s not in the same top, either. She’s in some sort of tight, black lace number.
I swallow hard, and my cock must like what she’s wearing too. Her breasts are perky and taut as they fill out her bust area, and I dive a hand between her legs, gliding my fingertips between her lips. She’s wet and warm, and I groan. Fuck, I need her now.
Valencia unzips my jeans and pulls my cock out, hard and standing at attention for her. She wraps an arm around my neck and licks her lips seductively, “Fuck me, Reno.”
I’m going to fuck her, but it won’t be over the side of a building unless I’m ramming into her from behind. I scoop her up into my arms and take her to the part of the roof where we have cover. You can still get a perfect view of the city from it, and it shields some eyes from seeing everything we’re doing. I couldn’t care less about someone seeing my cock, but I do give a shit about someone seeing her luscious body.
When I get to the covered area, I place her down on her back on top of a picnic table. As I place her down, her breasts pop out of the delicate fabric. Her nipples are hard and wanting, and I position myself between her legs, gliding myself deep inside of her.
I dive down and take her perfect nipple into my mouth, sucking on it before I grate my teeth against her sensitive little nub. “God, Reno, yes.”
I suck and nibble while I pound into her pussy, and after she’s reached a heightened sensitivity on one nipple, I move to the other and do the same. Her pussy grows wetter by the moment, and when it tightens up around my cock, I know I’m close to busting a nut inside her. The only difference is I don’t have a condom on right now. “Fuck, I’m so close. Keep going, Reno, please!” Valencia begs, and who am I to dissatisfy her?
I fuck Valencia like she’s a common whore on the street, and shortly enough, she’s screaming my name, her pussy juices flooding between us, dripping over my balls. I’m barely holding my own release back, so I pull out of her pussy and flip her around, spit on her asshole and push myself past her barrier. She moans and groans as my thick cock spreads her ass wide, and I’m trying not to hurt her . . . but I need to fill her up with my seed. It’s like a primal fucking instinct.
While I fuck her ass, I slide a hand underneath us and slide three fingers in her pussy, giving her a double penetration sort of feel. “Fuck, yes,” she whimpers, and soon enough, I’m fucking her ass as hard as I was fucking her pussy.
Within moments she’s found her own release again, and my balls tighten up one last time before I release the largest load ever inside her perfect ass.
Fuck, I’d never be able to stand it if Valencia became a clubwhore. I’d kill anyone who even tried to touch her.
