The Enforcer or The Mafia Prince

Chapter 11

-The following chapter is meant for audiences who have reached the age of majority in their jurisdiction. In the US, that means the reader should be 18 or older. This chapter contains adult themes, s****l activity, and adult language. For those who wish to continue reading until reaching said content, a marker will indicate its start. If you are underage, please skip this chapter or stop reading at the marker. While Chapter 11 expands on the relationship between Jessica and Tristan, it is not necessary to understand the plot of the novel. Thank you.-

Once the group was back in the condo, Jess went to her room. Declan and Tristan went out onto the balcony to talk without her overhearing them.

"What happened?" Tristan immediately asked Declan.

"Dude, Jessica is a f*****g badass. I've never seen anyone talk to your dad like she did." Declan and Tristan leaned against the railing, looking out over the lake.

"What'd she do," he asked, afraid Jess had insulted his father and made herself a target.

"Well, Ciaran didn't tell her the whole plan, but I don't think he needs to. She gets the idea that she's here to make you look good." Declan didn't directly answer Tristan's question.

"Okay, but what did she do that makes her a badass?"

"She seemed nervous in the beginning. But, man, I think that's just her when she's meeting new people. Once they got to talking, she didn't show an ounce of fear. She spoke to your dad like they were equals. She was on his level. It was cool to see someone address him that way."

"She wasn't afraid?"

"Not at all. We need to be careful, or we'll end up working for her one day." Tristan laughed at Declan. Declan, meanwhile, just gave him a serious look. When they stepped back inside, Jess was typing on her computer at the table.

"What are you up to over there," Tristan asked as he closed the door behind him.

Jess looked at him mischievously, "I'm emailing my mom the terms of my arrangement with your father. We will make it official, but I thought it necessary to ensure I had a backup of what we agreed to." Tristan was dumbfounded to find Jess was comfortable staying at the condo and exacting enough about things to make a record.

"Tristan," Declan interrupted, "I need to run some errands now that you're back. Can you chill with Jess?" Declan and Jessica didn't look at each other. They had an unspoken agreement not to talk about their day together to anyone else, not to mention all the s****l tension between them.

"Man, I need to go to my place, though. Hey Jess, can you come with me for a little bit? I need to go down to my condo for a moment."

Jess and Tristan exited the elevator on his floor, leaving Declan behind to finish the ride to the parking lot himself. She didn't realize that Tristan lived in the same building. She hadn't put much thought into it. Jessica supposed she'd live in a building she owned, too. Tristan's place was smaller than the condo she was staying in. She was surprised to find it was almost spartan-like in décor. The floors were dark hardwood. Each area was very compartmentalized and contained only necessary items. The dining room only had a small table and two chairs; it opened to the living room, which only had a couch, coffee table, and TV. The few pieces of furniture Tristan owned were very well-made and comfortable, but that was it. He didn't have any photos or knickknacks to display.

The only thing in Tristan's condo that he didn't absolutely need was the bouquet of flowers from his date with Jess. Jessica had expected Tristan's home to fit his playful personality. This barebones existence made her feel an inexplicable sadness for him. He beckoned her to follow him into the guestroom, which he used as a home office. That room, too, only had a few necessary items. He asked Jess to sit while he worked at his computer for a few moments. He could have brought a laptop upstairs, but Tristan didn't own one. He had a tower mounted below his desk and a huge screen that occupied most of the space.

"You don't have a laptop," Jessica was curious about Tristan's computer.

"I don't," Tristan acknowledged while typing, "I don't think it's wise to have my work easy to transport. Plus, I like to game. Instead of having multiple computers, I use one very powerful one." Jessica sat there awkwardly, watching Tristan work. She wished she had brought her phone or something to keep her entertained. Tristan realized she was bored.

"Jess, you can watch TV, too. I didn't realize you left your phone, nor I had so much to handle. It'll only be a few minutes longer."

She walked into the dark living room, only just realizing that Tristan didn't even own a lamp. It seemed he could pick up and leave at a moment's notice. The coffee table was small and only held a remote for the TV and a controller for Tristan's Xbox, which was mounted on the wall behind the flat screen, hiding it from view. The channel options were the same as upstairs, so Jess didn't take long to settle on something to watch.

An hour later, Tristan walked into the living room. It was after seven, but he was surprised to find Jessica asleep on the sofa. She looked so beautiful. Having nowhere else to sit, he joined her. His soft movement must have woken her up because Jess yawned and stretched the moment he did so.

"What time is it," Jess asked.

Her husky sleeping voice and cute way of rubbing her eyes made it impossible for Tristan to continue pretending he wasn't attracted to her. He didn't answer her question. Without a word, Tristan leaned forward and kissed her. He'd been dying to since he put that star bracelet on her in the car, but that was just because he was a man with a pretty woman. The more time he spent with Jess, the more he liked her. Even more surprising was the fact that Jess kissed him back.

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Something about her returning his kiss unleashed a hunger in Tristan that even he didn't anticipate. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her onto him. The way they were sitting against the armrest with the back of the sofa to their side was slightly awkward, but it made him grip her harder so she wouldn't fall. Jess loved the touch of his lips against hers. She pulled at his hair while she seduced his mouth open.

She was so f*****g soft. Tristan loved the feeling of her. He was hard against her core in no time. Unlike Declan, he didn't stop as her moans spurred him on. The next thing either of them knew, they were sitting upright, her top was off, and his hands were massaging her breasts while she straddled his lap. Jess gripped the back of the couch with both hands while kissing him and rocked her hips, grinding into him. Her hair fell forward, tickling Tristan's face. He moved his lips onto her neck against her pulse.

Jess savored the sparks Tristan's movements sent down her spine, wanting more. She stopped grinding against him and leaned back. Tristan thought her t**s were perfect. Looking into his eyes, Jess took one of his hands and moved it down so he was at the button on her jeans.

"Please," she begged as she leaned forward to whisper into his ear. "Please f*****g touch me. I need to c*m so badly." She sucked on his earlobe, rendering Tristan weak against her. He moaned her name as she bit him.

"f**k," he groaned. "Jess, are you sure?" A lesser man wouldn't have asked. Another man would have bent her over the arm and railed her without hesitation.

"Please, Tristan, it's been too long. Please make me c*m," Jess whined into his ear.

Tristan unbuttoned her jeans and slid his hand below the waistband of her lacy panties. When he connected with that needy place between her legs, Jess threw her head back and moaned his name. She ground against his hand, panting hard. She looked down at the man below her. He was so f*****g sexy. The way he touched her made her crazy. She kissed him again, not stopping the way her hips moved. Jess bit his lip, causing Tristan to groan and open his mouth more. She tempted his tongue out of his mouth and sucked on it. Tristan pulled Jess down so that his hand was pressed between them, and he could rub his throbbing c**k through his slacks.

He broke their kiss, "f**k Jess, what are you doing to me?" The air was alive with the sounds of their breathing and movement against one another. The way he enjoyed what she was doing to him was enough to push her over the edge. She looked directly into his eyes as she came all over his hand. She wanted him to see the pleasure he gave her. When Tristan took his hands out of her pants, she grabbed his hand and licked her juices off him before kissing him. Tristan loved how she tasted and couldn't wait to get more, but right then, he had a problem only she could solve.

"Jess, please, I need..." Tristan didn't even finish his sentence. Jess shocked him by sliding off his lap and onto the floor. On her knees in front of him, Tristan didn't stop her as she undid his pants. He lifted his hips so that she could pull them off. Jessica didn't waste her time playing with his long, thick c**k in her hand. Instead, she looked up at him, took his left hand, kissed his palm, and gave an evil smirk. She placed his hand on the back of her head and took him in her mouth.

"OH! f*****g son of a... Don't stop," Tristan closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He wanted what she was doing but was afraid of hurting her. He knew plenty of women had complained about his size. Jess loved how painfully wide her mouth stretched around him, making him moan and gasp. She placed her hand on his and encouraged him to move her as he wished. She wanted him to use her face like a toy. He was still being gentle with her, though, making her frustrated.

She pulled back, sitting on her heels, and pleaded with him, "Don't hold back with me, f**k my f*****g face."

He didn't have to be told twice. He pulled Jessica forward, thrusting into her mouth as far as he could. Jess gagged, and her eyes watered. This control was what she wanted from him; it was almost better than cumming. The feeling of him using her turned her on just as much as when he'd fingered her. She encouraged him to be rougher with her by pushing her face down as far as she could so that her nose was flat against him.

"Oh f*****g hell," Tristan was in ecstasy. The way Jess's throat constricted against him and her tongue wiggled, he didn't think he could last much longer. Sophia loved riding him, but she never did the thing Jess was right then. Tristan started to lose control over himself; Jess let him. He balled his hand into a fist and pulled her hair as he yanked her mouth off his c**k, needing her to take a breath. As soon as she inhaled, he rammed her face down onto his c**k as deep as he could.

Jessica felt his body begin to twitch and knew he'd c*m soon. Tristan tried to pull her off him, but Jess grabbed his hips and took him in more. She had nowhere else to go. His entire length was down her throat. Her lungs started to ache; she wanted to breathe, but she needed to make him c*m. Tristan tried holding back, but the way Jess moved her mouth around him, he was fighting a losing battle. Finally, he let out a breathy growl as he pulsed in her mouth. Jess didn't allow a single drop to spill. She took everything he gave her.

Tristan was breathing heavily, coming down from his orgasm-induced high. He pulled Jess back onto his lap and held her against him. The couple sat like that for a while, neither speaking nor moving.

"Why'd you do that?" Tristan wanted to know why Jessica let him be that rough with her. Why did she let him c*m in her mouth? Did she let him, or did she make him? He wasn't sure, but he loved every second of what she did to him.

Jess was still panting, enjoying the lingering feeling on her lips, "What do you mean?"

"You made me c*m in your mouth," he whispered. Jess was surprised by the shyness in his voice. Jess's lips curled into a naughty grin that Tristan couldn't see with her head on his chest.

"A good girl knows better than to waste a man's c*m," she said, with all the confidence of a woman who knew what she liked.

"f**k," Tristan groaned. He lifted her off him and bolted out of the room without a word. If he hadn't cleaned up and calmed down, he'd have f****d her on the floor right then.