A GOOD GIRL'S RUIN(Erotic Stories Collection)

Chapter 1: Mallory’s POV “If you keep grinding on my thigh like this, doll, you’ll ruin my suit pants.” My husband said behind me. I pulled my gaze away from the beautiful woman across the bar at The Bratva, who kept throwing glances at me, and looked back at my husband. I hadn’t even realized I was this horny. “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” Lorenzo pulled me further onto his lap, my ass pressing firmly against the throbbing bulge in his pants. He pushed some hair behind my shoulder. “Ruin them for me. I want all my men to see how wet your p***y gets for me and only me.” He chuckled darkly and followed my gaze. “And maybe some hot chick across the bar too?” “Sorry,” I whispered, tearing my gaze away from her again. “I know I shouldn’t…” “You want to know how I feel about my wife getting off on some woman at my club?” Lorenzo murmured in my ear as I pressed my aching cunt against his thigh. He seized my waist with one of his large hands, pulled my skirt up enough, then sat me down right on his bulge. “You feel that, doll?” Whimpering, I sipped on my drink and nodded. “Mmhmm.” “Words,” he growled. “Yes, I do.” “How does it feel against that aching p***y of yours?” “Good.” I ground myself on him. “Really good.” Lorenzo slid his rough fingers up the insides of my thighs, pushing my short skirt with them and sending goose bumps down my legs. I sucked in a sharp breath and grasped onto the bar in front of me, my n*****s aching. “I should f**k you right here in front of her.” His facial hair pricked my bare neck. “I know how sexy you are when you moan. Do you think I can get you to moan loud enough so she notices us?” “Lorenzo,” I scolded, though his fingers were already moving in circles around my swollen, aching c**t. I furrowed my brow and stared at the pretty girl who sat alone at the bar. “Hover over me for a second, doll.” When I hovered over him, he reached between us and undid the zipper on his pants. Before I could move away, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him, filling me all the way up. I slapped a hand over my mouth to suppress a moan and clamped my p***y down on his c**k—hard. My feet were inches off the ground, my entire body weight pressed on him. He started pumping into me slowly, filling me up and leaving me empty. I squeezed his d**k even harder and peeked over at the woman, who glanced back over at us. Lorenzo eyed her from over my shoulder. “Do you think she can tell that you’re full with my c**k? She can’t stop looking over here and at you. You should go talk to her when I’m finished with you.” “I-I can’t.” Lorenzo bounced me on his c**k, slight enough to not make it noticeable unless someone was really staring. And I didn’t doubt that some people were. Lorenzo was the boss of The Bratva and of the mob. The woman looked over at us again, her eyes lingering longer than they had before. She glanced behind me at my husband, then back to me, her pale cheeks flushing pink. She sipped her drink, eyes curious. “Doll, she wants you,” Lorenzo whispered, tucking some hair behind my ear. I tightened around my husband’s c**k and whimpered, the pressure building up inside me. I dug my fingertips into the bar top until they turned white and sucked in a sharp breath. “Show her how you ride me, how desperate you really are.” “Lorenzo,” I breathed, warning him. “Don’t make me ask again.” Whimpering softly, I kept my gaze on her and moved my hips up and down on his c**k, trying not to draw any attention to us in this crowded mafia-run bar. But Lorenzo was so freaking big. My p***y tightened around him, and I furrowed my brow. “Oh God…” “Clench your p***y and keep riding my c**k,” he growled, gazing over my shoulder at her. “And tell me what you’d do to her if we brought her home tonight. Tell me all those dirty fantasies you have about sleeping with another woman.” “I…” My breath caught in the back of my throat as I tensed harder. “I want to touch her, want my fingers inside her to see how she’ll tighten around me. I want her cunt on my mouth and for her to ride my face.” I wanted Lorenzo to force her to ride my face, for him to f**k her pouty little mouth as she did, for him to f**k her p***y until her juices covered his c**k, and then for him to shove himself into me, pushing her juices deep inside me. Lorenzo grabbed my hips, leaned back, and drove his hips up hard and fast. I gripped the bar top harder, crying out into one of my hands. He reached around my body to cup my breast, then seized and tugged on my n****e. Pleasure surged through my core, pushing me higher and closer to the edge. “Go chat with her about what we talked about the other night,” Lorenzo said. “I can’t go over to her and ask her,” I said. “What if she says no?” “Nobody could say no to you,” Lorenzo purred against my cheek, his thick Italian accent making me warm in all the right places. He slid his hands up my body and grabbed my waist. “I mean, look at you.” “You’re only saying that because you’re my husband.” He chuckled darkly. “Go see for yourself.” “Can you ask her?” I shifted in his arms and batted my lashes at him. “Please?” “You can do it by yourself, doll. She won’t say no.” “But…” “You do want this, don’t you? Want to see how another woman feels? Want to”—he slipped his fingers between my p***y lips and into me too, sinking them deep inside and curling them against my G-spot—“feel how tight she clenches around your fingers?” My core tightened as my breath hitched. “Y-yes,” I whispered, my voice coming out smaller than it had the first night I mentioned to Lorenzo that I sorta, kinda had a thing for girls too. I had never mentioned it to anyone else because the last time I had shown mere interest in another girl in middle school, the popular girls had bullied me so badly that I spent the rest of my lunch in the crappy restroom. And when the volunteers at the youth home had found out about that on top of everything else… they had nearly kicked me out of the place. I didn’t want that to happen ever again. I’d thought for sure that Lorenzo would immediately ask me for a divorce the next morning. “I would love to have another woman in the bedroom with you, doll,” he said, his stubble brushing against the sensitive part of my neck. “But only if you want it.” I slid my shot glass across the bar. “Another one, please.” “Another one?” Lorenzo asked, slipping a third finger inside me. He pumped his fingers in and out of me, faster and harder and deeper. “Needy tonight, aren’t we, doll?” “Lorenzo,” I whimpered. “And for you, boss?” the bartender asked, sliding a shot my way. “I already have enough to taste tonight.” With his husky voice in my ear, I shuddered against him and desperately tried to keep my legs from trembling. I was so close—so freaking close—to coming for him. But he pulled his fingers out of me and away from my c**t completely, as if he knew. “You get to c*m when you ask her.” He gently nibbled on my neck and pulled his d**k out of me too. “No sooner.” “Lorenzo,” I whined. “Please.” He swept the hair off my shoulders and took it in his fist, pulling it back. “Have some confidence in yourself, doll. Go ask her what we agreed upon. She won’t say no to you, I promise.” Once I swallowed my shot, I peeked back over at her. My p***y ached from the sudden emptiness, the desperation lingering inside me. Lorenzo wouldn’t let me c*m until I talked to her, until I offered her one million dollars to be our toy.