Tommy Gabrini 4: Dapper Tom Begin Again
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Authors: Mallory Monroe
TOMMY GABRINI 4
DAPPER TOM BEGIN
AGAIN
(
The Gabrini Men series)
By
MALLORY MONROE
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Mallory Monroe
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“There
he goes,” Joey said.
“Didn’t I tell you
he would do her?
Sleep my ass!”
“He’s
taking it out now,” Sonny said.
“Look,
guys, he’s taking it out.
Damn
!
You see that, Luke? You see that?”
“What
are you asking if I see it for?”
Luke
hated stupidity.
“You know I see
it!
I’m looking right at it, same as
you.”
But then he shook his head.
“That’s gonna hurt.”
“And
they call him Mister Smooth,” Joey said.
“Mister Smooth my ass.
That ain’t
smooth.
Not that thang.
That’s gangster!”
They
laughed.
All three of them.
Two in the front seat, one in the middle of
the backseat.
All three were watching
their car’s video monitor of Tommy Gabrini making love to his woman.
She
was naked and on top of him, in the middle of her king-sized bed, with her
flat, smooth stomach pressed against his rock hard, ribbed stomach.
She sat up straight when he took it out, her
slender black body a portrait of beauty, and her ass leaned up as he eased it
deep inside of her.
“
Damn
!” Joey said again, when she took it
in full.
And then she began to ride it.
They
watched her ass begin to shake and her big breasts bounce as she rode him.
Tommy’s big dick slid in and almost out of
her in repeated thrusts that had all three of them leaking and throbbing.
Every one of them wished, if only for that
moment in time, that they were Tommy Gabrini and a woman like that was riding
them.
And
she could ride.
She rode like the
wind.
Her short hair was
glistening.
Her black skin looked
velvety as she rode it high.
For minutes
on end she rode and she rode.
He rubbed
her back, and her neck, and her hair, as she rode him.
And then he laid her back down on his chest,
and did the riding for her.
He
began squeezing her ass and thrusting his hips with every push-in.
All three men were impressed with how long
she was able to take that man’s pounding.
Because she took it as if it was her pleasure to endure what they just
knew had to be painful.
He was so
big.
How could it be pleasurable for
her?
It was fucking ecstasy for him,
they knew that.
But for her?
But
if she wasn’t enjoying it, she was fooling them Academy Award style.
Because she was all into it too.
Her hands were rubbing his thick hair, her
breasts were dangling all in his face, and her ass was tightening every time he
plunged into her.
And she wasn’t all
sweet and quiet either.
She wasn’t just
lying there taking his big ass cock like a champ.
She was moaning and grunting too.
She was squeezing and pumping too.
For
nearly forty minutes they were at it.
Until her small body clenched into what appeared to be a spasm, and then
Tommy thrust into her so deep his balls slapped against her.
And then he was thrashing her again, but
slower now, and deeper now, as his back arched, and he was cumming too.
All
three men leaned back, after realizing they were leaned as close to that video
monitor as they could possibly lean.
Their members were swollen.
They
needed relief, all three of them needed it badly, but they knew they had a job
to do.
It
would be another half hour before Tommy got out of bed, took his clothes, and
headed into the bathroom.
The woman had
fallen asleep and was sleeping so peacefully that she was snoring.
Joey
couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
“Look
at her,” he said, staring at her sleeping form.
“Just beautiful.
That’s what I
call beautiful.”
“If
you like that sort of thing,” Luke said.
“Then she’s alright.”
“Alright?”
Sonny asked.
“Get out of here!
Your hateful ass just don’t want to admit
it.
There’s not a straight guy alive
that wouldn’t want to be next to her.
Tommy Gabrini is an asshole with a capital A, but the man’s got taste.
You’ve got to give him that.”
“I
don’t have to give him shit,” Luke said, as he continued to watch the monitor,
as he continued to inwardly salivate at the sleeping black beauty on the
screen.
Several
minutes later, Tommy reappeared in the frame.
He was fully dressed now.
“Versace,”
Joey said.
“Nope,”
Sonny said.
“What
do you mean nope?”
“That’s
not Versace.
That’s Armani.”
“It’s
not!”
“That’s
Armani over there.”
“Get
out of here!”
Joey was irritated
now.
“That’s Versace.
Tommy Gabrini wears Versace, he ain’t no
Armani guy.
Is he, Luke?” Joey leaned
his head toward Luke.
“Get
the fuck out of my face!” Luke said, pushing Joey’s face away from his.
Joey and Sonny laughed.
“What the fuck I care what he’s wearing?”
On
the monitor, Tommy held a man’s dress shirt in one hand, and a cloth in another
hand.
He sat on the side of the bed,
opened the woman’s legs, and began wiping her clean.
“Whoa,”
Joey said.
“You see that?”
“Nice!”
Sonny said.
“I’d love a taste of that!”
They
could see the woman smile and almost awaken as Tommy lifted her, and put the
shirt on her naked body.
Then he laid
her back down.
She turned over, smiling,
and then she was back asleep.
Tommy
stood inside the bedroom and stared at the gorgeous girl as he pulled his shirt
sleeves past his suit sleeve.
Whatever
designer he wore, Joey and Sonny thought, he wore it well.
Dapper indeed, both men agreed.
But when Tommy kissed his sleeping lady on
her forehead, pulled the bedding further up around her, and then began to
leave, they got busy.
Turned off the
video, positioned their vehicle just outside the long driveway, and pulled out
their weapons.
And
waited.
They
didn’t have to wait long.
Tommy Gabrini
came out of his lady’s house within seconds of leaving her bedroom.
He bounced down her outside steps with pep in
his walk, as if he was a man who couldn’t believe his good luck.
His dick was still red, and still feeling the
effects of what he put on her.
But even
as the cool night air whipped against his face, he could have gone another
round.
If he didn’t have a plane to
catch, he would have.
But
he had a plane to catch.
He got into his
dark green Maserati that sat at the foot of the fancy, brick steps, and then he
took off.
He drove around the circle and
then down her long, winding driveway that led to the quiet street.
He had fucked her twice tonight, when he didn’t
intend to do her at all, and that second round of lovemaking had rendered him
late.
Now he was in a hurry.
As
soon as Joey, Luke, and Sonny heard the roar of that powerful Maserati engine
make its’ way toward the street, they were already strategically parked and
ready.
And as soon as they saw that
Maserati drive out of the driveway, they started firing.
And
Tommy didn’t hesitate.
At the first
sound of gunfire, he floored it.
He sped
and fled in a dead run.
But the hail of
bullets rained down on him like a hailstorm of firepower, as the bullets banged
against the metal of the car with penetrating force, and the car began swerving
too uncontrollably for him to do anything but duck, dodge and steer.
But
he maintained control.
Any other man
would have crashed immediately, but Tommy kept control.
But there were too many bullets from too many
weapons.
And the Maserati that had only
just began to reach peak speed, slowed as if it had run out of gas.
Tommy’s head lurched forward and fell against
the steering wheel, and his car drove aimlessly along the street, still moving
straight at first, and then moving sideways.
It came to a stop only when it drove off of the road, and into the stop
sign.
Although
an eerie silence permeated the inside of Tommy’s car, the inside of the
shooters’ car was pure joy.
“We
got him!” Joey was screaming and pumping his fist into the air.
“We got that motherfucker!”
“We
got Tommy Gabrini!” Sonny joined in.
“We
got Tommy Gabrini!”
“Now
that’s getting somebody,” Joey agreed.
“You hear me?
That’s getting
somebody!”
But
Luke, the driver, wasn’t going to celebrate too soon.
That fucker Gabrini had more lives than a
cat, and he wanted to make sure they snuffed out every one.
He
drove closer to the stopped car and ordered his men to knock it off.
They had a job to do and it wasn’t complete
until there was absolute confirmation.
What was there to celebrate?
The
celebrating ceased, their weapons were reengaged, and they got out of the
car.
Then
slowly, methodically, and with their weapons drawn, they approached the
lifeless body of Tommy Gabrini.