Mob Boss 4: Romancing Trina Gabrini (8 page)

Reno looked at her big, bright eyes and her
beautiful brown face and finally relaxed.
 
She was back with him.
 
All week
he was antsy, because she had to attend her uncle’s funeral at a time when he
had to get their affairs in order for their move out of Vegas and couldn’t be
with her.
 
But now she was back.
 
And smiling that same
radiant smile that drew her to him in the first place.
 

“Dirty was right,” he said to her.
 
“The board didn’t want to accept Lee as Chief
Operating Officer or even Cheri as GM, so I had to lay down the law.”

Trina frowned.
 
“Why wouldn’t they want to accept them?
 
They’re qualified.”

“Yeah, well, they didn’t think Lee was
qualified enough, which was bull, and they had heard quote, unquote ‘rumors’
that I was having a sexual affair with Cheri.
 
Aren’t they ridiculous?
 
They’re
trying to put their baggage on me.
 
They’re the ones boinking everything moving.”

“I know that’s right,” Trina agreed.

Reno loved the way her mouth puckered when she
gave that retort.
 
He looked down the
length of her gorgeous black body and loved what he saw there, too.
 
Trina’s vagina began to tingle as Reno’s eyes
trailed down.
 
And she knew what would be
next.
 
He began unbuttoning his suit
coat.

“How’s your family?” he asked as he
undressed.
 
“
How’s
mom and dad?”

“They’re good.
 
They still can’t thank you enough for that house you purchased for them
in Florida.
 
They love living there.”

“Yeah, well, that’s how we do it,” he said, as
he began untying his tie.
 
“Our folks get
old we set them up so they can retire to Florida.
 
For the easy life.”
 
Then he stopped all movement, thinking about
his old man and his mother, both of whom died and never got that
opportunity.
 
Trina saw his hesitation.

“They’re in a better place, Reno.”

“Ma, yeah,” he replied.
 
“But all that hell my old man raised?”
 
Reno could only pray that his father had had
some last minute conversion because if he didn’t, he had hell to pay.
 
And Reno wasn’t sugarcoating that depressing
fact, either.

Then he dismissed such thoughts altogether and
slung his tie from around his neck.

Trina looked at Reno as he began stepping out
of his pants and briefs, revealing a dick already aroused.
 
And she decided to lighten the mood.
 
“And why are you taking off your clothes, Mr.
Gabrini?” she asked in a playful way.
 

Reno smiled.
 

“This is my personal shower,” Trina
continued.
 
“This is my ‘me’ time.
 
I don’t need your crusty butt all up in
here.”

“Oh, yeah?”
Reno asked as he stood there, his dick
sticking straight out, stiff as steel.
 

“Yes,” Trina said, unable to move her eyes
away from that piece of steel.
 
“So
answer my question.
 
Why are you suddenly
naked before me?”

 
“Why
you think?” he said, entering the shower stall.
 
“I want a piece of that ass.”

Trina laughed as he put his arms around her
waist and squeezed and rubbed her ass.

“You want a piece of me?” she said, the
playful mood quickly shifting to more of a lustful vibe.

“Oh, yeah,” Reno said, rocking her body
against his.
 
“But first I ought to spank
that ass,” he added, giving her bare butt a hard slap.

Trina shrieked.
 
“Ouch, Reno!
 
That hurts when it’s wet!
 
Spank it why?”

“I told Dirty to bring you straight home,” he
said, squeezing her tight ass hard, and then massaging it.
 
“I told him no matter what you said to him he
was to bring you straight home to me.”

“It wasn’t his fault.
 
I told him to take me to Boyzie’s.”

“And that’s why,” Reno said, spanking her
again, “you deserve every lick.”

 
“Well,”
Trina said, placing her arms around his neck, “you have two choices.”

“And what’s that?” Reno asked, staring at
those African lips of hers he loved so much.

“You can spank it,” she said, poking out and
rubbing her ass against his massaging hands.

“Or?” he asked, loving the way she knew how to
respond to him.

“Or you can fuck it.”

Reno smiled that roguish smile of his that
made Trina fully understand why he still captivated her so.
 

“Well now,” he said, thrilled to have her back
in his arms.
 
“You drive a hard bargain,
sister.
 
But I don’t know.
 
I think I’d better fuck it.”
 
He began rubbing his member against her
mound.
 
“Fuck versus spank?
 
It’s a close call.
 
But yeah, I think I’ll fuck it.
 
I think I’ll . . .
Oh, Tree
!” he said as his love for her became overwhelming.
 
“I miss you so much!”
 
And his mouth captured hers in a searing
kiss.

Trina had missed him mightily, too, as she
returned his pent-up passion with passion of her own.
 
He’d been working so late into the night that
they rarely had a chance to speak by phone.
 
And when they did talk he would be so tired that he would fall asleep on
the phone.
 
His promise to her was that
things would change once they moved to Crane, and they would have more time to
spend together.
 
But Trina, knowing
workaholic Reno the way she did, wasn’t laying any bets on that.

But right now all she wanted to do was enjoy
him.
 
She leaned closer to him and
pressed into him, as he wrapped her into a tighter embrace.

Reno moaned into her mouth as her little body
pressed against his bigger frame.
 
It had
been a whole week of not being able to feast his eyes upon her, or to feel her
gorgeous African lips against his own lips, and now he wanted to drink up every
inch of her.
 
He held his hands against
the sides of her hair as his mouth explored and conquered hers, his head moving
from side to side as he commandeered her mouth.
 
And then he began to move downwards, toward her neck.
 

She closed her eyes and leaned back as one of
his hands moved down the length of her, fondled her clit, and then slipped
between her folds.
 
He sucked her breasts
and spread her legs wider as his fingers massaged her.
 
And then he kneeled down, his face between
her legs, as his mouth captured her pussy in a long, drawn out series of licks.

Trina groaned in exhilaration as he licked and
licked and wouldn’t stop licking her.
 
Everything felt more heightened to her, as she could even feel the
texture of his tongue as he swept in smooth glides against her sensitive
walls.
  
And when his mouth moved up,
that feeling remained heightened.
 

He moved up slowly, kissing and sucking her,
his mouth sexualizing parts of her body that was not supposed to be
sexual.
 
Her belly button tingled.
 
Her stomach muscles tingled.
 
Her rib cage felt the fire of his tongue, and
tingled too.
 
Until his mouth captured
her breasts and sucked the stiffness out of one and then the other in a harsh,
wonderful, intense suction.
 
And then her
nipples were captured, causing Trina to lean her head back in a grunt that even
the fiery shower waters couldn’t drown.

Reno, too, was unable to suppress the
feeling.
 
He sucked her nearly dry, his
mouth unable to stop sucking and kissing and licking her.
 
“Oh, Tree,” he said as he sucked, “you’re
back with me.”
 
And then he placed his
hands under her small thighs, lifted her to his hips, and then drove his stiff
dick into her pussy in a full dive that left her breathless.
 

She didn’t
exhale,
she couldn’t exhale, until the massiveness of his rod slowly withdrew.
 
The feeling, as he pulled out, made her
immediately need to feel his cock inside of her again.
 
And he drove in again, deeper down.
 
She felt dick-whipped by his size alone.
 
She missed this.
 
She didn’t realize just how much she missed
the feel of Reno deep inside of her until now.

And Reno pumped.
 
She looked at her man, his muscular body
naked and wet, as he pumped his ass off to bring her pleasure.
 
She held onto him as he grunted and pumped,
and grunted and pumped.
 
He drove in
repeatedly, with that fierce plunge, and slid across every groove within her as
he slowly withdrew.
 
And
drove in again.
 
And withdrew.
 
He was
in rhythm.
 
She was grooving to the
rhythm.
 
Until her womanhood couldn’t
take another plunge.
 
She clenched around
his dick, elevating an already wonderful groove into a wonderful, sexual
fantasia.
 
And slow and prodding was no
longer possible.

He plunged into her, but this time it was a
swift plunge, and the mere change in movement caused her to squeeze and grunt
and cum.
 
His dick was throbbing inside
of her, and she could feel every pulsation.
 
Until even Reno could hold back no longer.
 
He spilled inside of her with such a drain
that Trina felt the fullness of Reno’s cock and the fullness of his release and
it became so much fullness that she screamed.

“ReeNoo!” she screamed, and Reno thrashed into
her one last time, all the way in, and stayed.

Reno continued to pulsate as he and Trina
wrapped into each other’s arms.
 
The
steam of the water cooled them, but the fire deep within them paralyzed them
where they stood.

“Welcome home, baby,” Reno said to his wife
and kissed her in a long, lingering kiss.
 
And just like that they were one again.
 
Together.
 
And relief swam over Reno.

Afterwards, they were dressing for dinner and
talking about their move to Georgia. Trina’s body was still getting over the
pounding she’d just taken from Reno, and a part of her just wanted to curl up
with him and get some sleep.
 
But some of
his friends had already planned a last night in town dinner party for them, and
Reno didn’t want to miss it.
 
And he had
more meetings afterwards.
 
So she agreed
to go.

She was seated at the dressing table putting
on her makeup, and Reno was standing behind her, putting on his shirt.
 
A part of Trina was excited about this new
domestic life Reno wanted to make for them, but another part of her was
apprehensive.
  
Reno had always been a
flashy person, that was how he got his nickname in the first place, and the
idea that he would settle down as Mister Ordinary Joe in Georgia seemed hard for
Trina to imagine.
 
And the fact that he
was doing it for her didn’t make it any easier.
 
She didn’t want him to give up the glitz and glamour of Vegas for some
country life.
 
Not even for her.
 
And she told him so.

“It’s what I want too, Tree,” he assured her.

“Oh, please, Reno.
 
You want to live this simplified life in
Georgia?
 
You?
 
Mr. Flash?”

“Yes, me,” Reno said.
 
“I need a break.
 
I’m tired of working twenty hour days and
always in crisis mode.
 
Always got some new shit going on.
 
I wanna take it easy now.
 
I wanna have a nice little house and a nice
little job and just take it easy with my wife.”

“But you won’t sell the PaLargio?”

“Not right now, no.
 
And it’s not why you think.
 
I’m not coming back here.
 
It’s just that. . . I don’t think it’s a seller’s
market right now.”

Trina knew why Reno wouldn’t sell, and the
market had nothing to do with it.
 
The
PaLargio was his crown jewel.
 
His greatest achievement.
 
He wasn’t giving that up.