Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 27

Chapter 27: You Will Be The Death Of Me

Callan

The model I just fucked tried stretching her legs to soothed their aching from orgasming in that position, tightening her muscles each time she clenched. I pulled out and rolled over, waiting to catch my breath and when she tried to kiss me, I bit her lip and grabbed her throat to keep her there. She groaned and I released her.

I am not very interested in kissing my conquests, so I got up and went into the connected bathroom to get rid of the condom and wash up. She followed me a minute later and kissed all over my chest which was bare to her.

“You look so sexy this way.” She ran her hands down my stomach and helped me tuck my dick back into my pants.

I hadn't even fully underdressed her today, I just needed to fúck something after that visit from Brianna which burned me inside for not being able to touch her. Still since the mode was right here, I lifted her top and grabbed her ample breasts to tease them. When I shoved them up and let them spill out of her bra, I sucked over her flesh and used my lips and tongue to erect her nipples. She moaned and squeezed my thick biceps.

“Are you down for the second round tonight? I have a lot of steam to blow off.” I said and her eyes widened a little.

“Again, so soon?” I knew I wore her out with my relentless pounding.

“Give me some minutes.” I nipped her breaths before releasing her and walking back into the bedroom.

“You will be the death of me.” She teased me, running her hands down by back now. She loves touching me

“I will be.” I muttered.

She has no idea what is to come. If I let myself picture the girl a few floor down, I will fuck her until she can't see straight. If I let myself think of those perfect lips or that perfect rounded ass, I would take her there. I would claim every part of her body, I have only just released and my díck is already tingling for more. Thinking of Brianna makes this beast inside me want to come out, there was this dark twisted place inside me that wants to grip her throat and fuck her until she submit to me. I shook my head at myself and went downstairs for a drink of water. This poor unassuming girl in my house is about to orgasm until it almost hurts to let her pussy be so sensitive to me.

“Are you coming?” I heard her voice through the echo of the silent living room.

I really am.

****

Last night prove to be long one, I fucked that model pussy and ass until she was too tired from the amount of times I made her climax for me. It wasn't for her sake, I pictured Brianna every time. I wonder how she would take my dick and if she could handle me?

This morning, I had to kick the model out. I had an important sit down today with Black Knight and his son, the one who apparently wants to marry a Vortex girl who belongs under our domain. I get the final as fucked up as that may be. I am not sure why we started our feud with the Spanish but it wasn't always that way. We used to have a civil and decent relationship, we do have a common alley who also runs a lot of things throughout Buguma and other parts of the east coast. The drive from Buguma to Port Harcourt is a good two hours and some changes but I wasn't about to make the trip. The sit down would be happening here at a neutral bar that is closed during these hours. It will give us some privacy and the space for his men and mine to properly sit and discuss the matters.

From what I have heard, Black Knight's son is their underboss and a few of their goons will be coming here. It was commonplace to bring protection at times and this seems to be one of them. I was having Angelo, Bryce, David and a few of my other soldiers with me. If my father was here, I would have had him come but I haven't seen the bastard since he decided to fully take over the casinos. I don't know what the fuck he was doing out there, I am fine handling things on my own anyhow. It was more so out of respect to have him around to show face to people.

I know I am not the youngest of my position and not everyone has respected a youngin until I gave them a reason to respect me. That was done simply by doing good business and by splitting the skulls of any assholes who dared disrespect me. Words travel fast that way and I have got myself a reputation. I had my guy, Hulk Hogan with me today. They called him that because of his reputation of fighting. He was the muscle around us, an enforcer. Enforcers are men who handle those who do not go along with organization policies, rules or deals. That often involves threats, beating and murder at times. I am known to handle a lot of the enforcing myself but I still have men who do work for me.

We were at the bar first, they had set up a table for us and them. My goons were standing behind me and one waited at the door, hands folded in front of him professional. When the Spanish showed up, we shook hands and I waved to the men to sit down and their goons also stayed, standing behind them.

“Mr. Harold, I haven't had the pleasure of knowing much about you. I have dealt a lot more with your father than you.” The old man said, he was all gray though his face wasn't overly wrinkled or anything. I don't know how old he is but I know he still runs the show in his cartel.

“Shall we get to the point here, I heard your son wants to marry into the Vortex family who as you know work under me.” I said, folding my hands on the table, the same way he was sitting.

His son was quiet for now, sitting beside his father but I didn't like the way he was looking at me.

“My boy is in love.” He looked over to him.

“And how is this going to affect our relationship?” I leaned back into the chair and observed the two of them.

“It is no secret we run opposing businesses and I doubt you are looking to join forces. You have your people and we have ours.” I swiped my hand down my face and nodded.

“So you are saying you don't expect anything from us? This will be a non-political marriage of sorts.” I raised an eyebrow, I don't know if I necessarily believe him.

“Are you proposing something?” He seemed intrigued.

“I am not,” I let that be known loud and clear. That was when the son finally decided to chime in.

“Are you saying Spanish business isn't good?” The boy sat up straight.

I guess he isn't a boy, he is only a few years younger than myself.