Saintwood Chronicles

My life is fine the way it is

Dante

After safeguarding a family, my grandfather, Damon, gave Silas and me a break until the next time. I didn't mind the downtime. It gave me time to relax and decompress.

I sat behind my desk with Camila's legs spread wide while she lay sprawled on my desk. I spread her lower lips and devoured her jewel while she moaned incoherently. She was always ready for me after I finished a job. First, I tasted the cuisine before burying myself inside her.

I had her skirt pushed up to her waist with her breasts on full display while enjoying my snack. Camila moaned even more until her juices coated my mouth. I finished her off before standing, releasing my throbbing cock, and wrapping it. I didn't need kids from anyone, including someone I fucked.

I wrapped my hand around Camila's neck before shoving my cock inside her. She moaned while I pumped into her relentlessly. She was a good girl for taking all of me and not complaining. I hated it when they complained about how rough I was. It killed the mood.

I needed the decompression without the whining.

I fucked Camila well until we both exploded. Once we finished, I tossed the protection and fixed my pants.

Camila slid off my desk and fixed her dress. "It's been a while, Dante. You usually don't wait this long to call me."

"I've been busy with my family."

"It doesn't mean you can't take a break." She put her hands on her waist in a defiant manner.

"I call you when I want to fuck. If I don't call you, I'm busy. You know the agreement."

"Yeah, I know. Are you planning to come to the club?"

"Yeah. I want a private area set for me and Silas."

"I'll let my boss know. But remember, I get to play with you."

"If I want you to play with me. It's time for you to go."

Camila left without another word. She knew better than to argue with me.

Silas passed Camila on his way into my office, closed the door, and shook his head in disapproval.

"What?"

"You're making a mistake with Camila."

"Camila is good when I need to decompress."

"Fucking her on your desk isn't a decompression. It's trouble. Junior already warned you about Camila. She's getting too clingy."

"Then, Camila will learn her place. I'm not looking for a wife."

"What are you going to do?"

"Show Camila her place. We're hitting the club tonight."

Silas nodded in agreement.

My family is about discreetness. It's what my grandfather, Mason Jones, instilled in the family. My grandfather, Damon, told me not to draw attention to myself with my activities. So, I don't.

Silas and I headed to my apartment so I could shower and change before we left for the strip club. We entered and walked toward the private section. A girl brought us drinks before leaving. Within seconds of our arrival, two girls joined us. Silas had his finger in one girl's jewel while the other girl bobbed her head in my lap.

I sat in the booth, relaxed, when Camila spotted us and sauntered. She stopped when she spotted the girl's lips wrapped around my cock.

"Problem?" I asked.

Camila's lips tightened into a thin line before she shook her head.

"Then I suggest you leave us to our fun," Silas said, pumping his fingers into the other girl.