9

Michael

"Where the fuck is my money?!" I yelled.

Over the past few days, I collected money owed to me. So far, everyone had paid up what they borrowed plus interest. The week went so well until the last person to collect from had only some of my money.

"It's all there!" He pathetically cried.

I let out a dark chuckle.

"You're forgetting the interest!"

"Please! I don't have enough money to pay the interest! I could barely scrape up enough money to pay back what I borrowed."

"You should have thought of that before having the nerve to meet here. You would've taken off if you were smart and stayed hidden until we found you."

"Please! I just need more time!"

"You're out of time!"

With that, I pulled the trigger.

"Why is there always that one person?" Maximus, my right-hand man, asked. I looked up at him. "Seriously. Everyone else paid up," he shrugged.

"Life can't always be that easy. Besides, if everyone did what they were supposed to, I wouldn't be able to have any fun," I said with a grin as I put my gun away.

"At least you got your money back."

"I didn't make money, though. Check his bank accounts; see what money you can scrape up to compensate for the inconvenience."

"Yes, boss."

"I might stop loaning money and just stick to dealing drugs," I groaned.

"Are you sure? You stopped dealing because Adam Carter started taking over; he's practically in complete control of drug dealing in the Midwest."

"All we need to do is raid some of his trucks and get a hold of one of his planes. It'll be fun," I said with a smile. Adam Carter's security was military level, so stealing from him would be victorious; it was my ticket to being part of the mafia. "Hack into his system and see when and where his next shipment will be."

"Yes, sir."

I looked at my other men.

"Get this cleaned up. Everything is taken care of. I don't want anyone bothering me tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" Maximus asked.

"None of your business. Just don't disturb me."

"Yes, boss."

I got into my car and drove away. All I wanted was to return to my family; I wanted to hold Victoria in my arms and hear Antonio's sweet laugh.

Antonio's birthday was tomorrow; Victoria and I would throw a birthday party for him. My parents, uncles, aunts, and cousins, along with some of my friends, would be there. Victoria had been planning and decorating, ensuring everything was perfect for our son.

Once I pulled into the driveway, I felt relieved to be home. I unlocked the door and stepped inside to find the living room well-decorated and organized. However, there was one issue: Victoria wasn't there to greet me.

"Victoria!" I called out.

"I'm in the kitchen."

I walked into the kitchen to see Victoria feeding Antonio some Mac n' Cheese; I was surprised to see him eating so well. I was giving Victoria more freedom to be with Antonio alone since it was still taking time for Antonio to adjust to me taking care of him.

"How's the party planning going?" I asked.

"Everything is ready for tomorrow. All we need to worry about is the little things like getting dressed and waiting on your family to arrive."

"Excellent. I'll go look at what you've set up. When you're done with Antonio, come to my office."

"Okay."

I walked throughout the house and observed that everything was neat and organized. The Flex Room was neatly fixed with decorations, party favors, a seating area, a gift table, a table set up for food, and a decorated seat exclusively for Antonio. The theme for Antonio's party was baby looney toons, and I was satisfied with how everything looked. After admiring Victoria's work, I went to my office to review my profits.

As I finished typing a monthly report, there was a knock on my door.

"Come in."

I looked up and saw Victoria slowly step in. She smiled at me as she asked, "how was work?"

"Stressful," I sighed. "I need you to help me relieve that," I said as I turned my chair to the side.

Victoria took a deep breath and walked over to me. After getting on her knees, she slowly began to undo my pants. The anticipation of what she was about to do was killing me. When she finally got my dick out of my pants, she slowly moved her hand along it, gradually picking up her pace after a minute. I started panting as she increased her speed. When Victoria slowly licked the tip, I threw my head back and groaned in pleasure. She slowly licked my whole dick while letting out warm breaths, making me feel like I was in heaven. It felt even more remarkable when she started massaging my balls.

After a few minutes, Victoria took part of my dick in her mouth and began sucking. I couldn't restrain myself from moaning loudly. I put my hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to take my dick in her mouth. Victoria gagged a little, but as always, she could adjust. I continued to moan as she did an expert job sucking me off. I kept trying to restrain myself from cumming too soon; I wanted to save my sperm for Victoria's womb to try to make her pregnant. However, I didn't want Victoria to stop, and I couldn't hold back any longer; I exploded in Victoria's mouth.

"FUCK!" I shouted, startling Victoria.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said, out of breath. "That was amazing."

"Well, I'm glad I made you feel better."

Victoria stood up. Before she could walk away, I said, "didn't the doctor say that your vagina is fully healed?"

Victoria let out a sigh. "Yeah."

"What are you waiting for, then?"

Victoria began slowly pulling down her pants and underwear; seeing her doing that made me hard again. Victoria slowly sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. While slowly massaging my dick, she leaned in to kiss me. At first, the kiss was gentle, but I quickly took over and shoved my tongue in her mouth, wishing I could devour her.

Once Victoria began to whimper, I reluctantly pulled away, allowing us to breathe. Victoria grabbed my shoulders, lifted herself up, and slowly lowered herself onto my dick, slightly wincing. She was so tight; it felt amazing to be inside her after so long. Once my entire dick was inside Victoria, she took a break; I could hear her rapid breathing and see her trembling slightly.

I grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly slipped it off her. I ran my hands up and down the sides of her waist, over her stomach, and finally, I cupped her breasts in my hands, causing her to let out a small moan.

"You're so sexy," I whispered in her ear.

Victoria grabbed my shoulders again and slowly moved up and down my dick, causing me to groan. I firmly held her butt and roughly kissed her neck, causing her to gasp. I managed to find her sweet spot and began to suck on it. Longing for more of her, I took control and began to thrust my hips; I used Victoria's butt as leverage with one hand and grabbed onto her breast with the other.

The room echoed my moans and Victoria's whimpers. When I was about to cum, Antonio began crying; I let out an aggravated sigh. I pulled back and looked at Victoria, who had tears in her eyes. I cupped her face and used my thumb to wipe away a tear that fell.

"We'll finish this later," I said before pecking Victoria's lips and taking her off my lap. I fixed myself and zipped up my pants as I walked out of my office to take care of Antonio.

Victoria

I sat in Michael's chair, not bothering to put my shirt and pants back on. I felt like a cheap toy.

That's all you are to him; he's never loved you.

It seemed that my only purpose was to satisfy Michael. Yes, he took care of me, but I could see the lust in his eyes, and I still had to do other things to satisfy him, and when the doctor told me it was safe for me to have sex, Michael looked elated. I hardly spent time with Antonio, and I couldn't go outside. I was practically a prisoner on the verge of being a sex slave.

I looked down at my breasts and noticed that My bra was soaked with milk; Michael grabbed me so hard that my breasts were already sore. I had hoped my body would stop producing milk once I stopped breastfeeding Antonio. Still, with Michael's behavior, it seemed that I wouldn't be getting any relief from the discomfort of my breasts being filled with milk anytime soon.

I put my underwear, pants, and shirt back on and headed toward our bedroom; I desperately needed a shower.