Mob Boss Eleven- The Wrong One (The Mob Boss Series Book 11) Read Online Free

advocate too.   They need somebody with connections to keep
the donations coming, because that initial investment will eventually dry
up.   They need---”
    “They
need somebody to run the business end of their business enterprise,” Reno
said.   “And I’m sure they do.   But that somebody will not be you.”
    “But
Reno---”
    “Don’t but, Reno me.   The answer is no.   No more ventures.   You’ve got too much going on now.   Way too much.   It’s my job to look out for you, Tree, and that’s what I’m going to do
whether you agree with my decisions or not.   You are stretched too thin.”
    Trina
knew he spoke the truth, and she knew he was only looking out for her best
interests just as he said, but she still felt strongly about that shelter.   But she also knew that Rome wasn’t built in a
day, and it would take time to convince Reno.   Champagne’s took a lot of convincing too, but he ultimately came
around.   She was banking on him coming
around on this goal of hers too.
    She
therefore laid her head back down on his chest, and left it alone.   For now.
    And
the quietness, the coming down from their hectic day, returned.
    “You’re
heavy,” Reno eventually said, breaking the silence.
    Trina,
surprised by his comment, lifted her head and looked at him.   “I am not,” she declared.
    He
smiled; pushed his dick further inside of her.   She gave him a playful slap on the side of his need-of-a-shave face, and
laid back down.   “Very funny,” she said.
    “Wanted
to make sure you were still awake.”
    “Still
awake?   Are you kidding?   Armondo is rammed up inside of me.   How can I sleep?”
    Reno
frowned and glanced down at her.   “Who
the fuck is Armondo?” he asked.
    “It’s
one of my nicknames for it.   It’s a name
I’ve always liked.”
    “Armondo?   Get the fuck out of here!   Get another nickname.”
    Trina
had a great idea what kind of name he would like.   “Yeah?   Like what?”
    “I
don’t know.   Like Moby Dick.   Or Escalade dammit.   Or Humungous.   How should I know?”
    Trina
laughed.   “Or, Pee Wee, how about that?”
    Reno
pulled out, rolled her off of him to where she was now on her back and he was
now on top of her.   She was still
laughing, and he was smiling too.   But
when he looked down and saw her lying there, and those feelings of love welled
up inside of him, all playfulness was gone.   He no longer saw his wife.   He saw
his lover.   He saw her gorgeous hazel
eyes.   And her flawless black skin.   And the dark around her nipples.   And the smooth, juicy texture of her
mounds.   He saw her stomach, that used to
be iron flat but now held a small potbelly that surfaced after Sophia’s
birth.   She rid herself of every
pound.   But that little potbelly wouldn’t
cooperate.   Reno called it his belly; a
reminder of the precious cargo she once carried for him, and he felt emotional
every time he saw it.  
    But
his eyes moved down further, and he saw the lips of her vagina, and her lean,
trim thighs.   His dick throbbed at just
the thought of what sweetness was between those thighs, as his eyes became
enamored with the view.
    He
parted her, with her thighs easily opening, and allowed his dick to guide
itself back inside of her.   And as soon
as he made contact again, it was no longer funny to Trina either.   Because he entered, not with a whimper, but a
bang.   Not with a glide, but a jarring
shove.   It was such a sudden and
surprisingly forceful shove, her entire upper body lifted up.   “Reno!” she screamed.
    “Does
that feel peewee to you?” he asked her as he shoved it further in, and with
even greater force.
    “No,”
she admitted, shaking her head.   “Nothing
peewee about it.   Not at all.”
    “Not
at all?”   Another shove.
    Another
upper body lift up.   “Not at all!”
    And
then, when he was safely settled into her deepest pocket, and the tightness of
her vaginal muscles settled around his