Mafia King's Daughter

Chapter 2

Renée Alaina Kendricks POV:

I sat on one of the loungers in the last bedroom to the left of the hallway. The one room that has never changed since the day it was decorated and furnished. I sat there, looking through the few photos that I had, and the few events that took place. Even after 18 years, the anniversary of that day is still hard and I still find myself getting a few tears in my eyes.

"Renée?" I heard his voice just outside of the room.

I looked over at him and even though he was 26 years older now, he was still the sexiest man I had ever laid my eyes upon. Even his dark hair only has a dusting of grey and his body is just as chiseled now as it was then. Hopefully, soon he will be able to retire and maybe we can move to a smaller home. Our twin daughters, Raquel and Rayna, are 25 years old and have already completed school and both have moved to Nevada. Our 20-year-old son Ramirez has been working side by side with Ryker part-time until he finishes getting his degree in business. He still has another two years to go. He doesn't live here anymore and moved closer to the University Park of Laughlin AFB which is about 30 to 45 minutes from here depending on the traffic. Rosalia, who everyone calls Rosie, is 19 years old and out at sea right now in her second year in the Navy.

Ryker's just not ready to give it up yet. He wants to wait till we put Ravyn through college but regardless of how many times we talk about it, he still believes she will go. Keeping her in school has been a challenge as it is let alone getting her to get a college degree. The girl is a wild one and she's going to do what she wants regardless of the consequences. She's just too free-spirited that I can hardly keep her home as it is. She goes to a therapist but only when we can get her to go. Most of the time she finds a way out of the estate even with the increased security before it is time for us to leave.

We just don't know what to do with her anymore and I'm scared to death that something is going to happen to her out there on the streets late at night. It wouldn't be the first time one of our family member's family was ripped off of the streets and sold into human trafficking. Regardless if Ravyn has a background in weapons and fighting, she's still not as experienced as any of her other siblings because her asthma kept her from learning a lot of it. She knows weapons more than anything but what good does that do you if your lungs can't handle you fighting with them? She developed severe asthma while she was still in the NICU, had RSV six times in the first eight months of her life and it's been a struggle for her all her life which I believe is what led her to be who she is now. Children at school can be so cruel and she took her knowledge of weapons and fight out on them at a young age.

"Babe, are you okay?" He asked me when I didn't say anything to him, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm just thinking," I told him as he walked over to where I was sitting.

He motioned for me to lean forward so he could carefully wedge himself on the lounger behind me. I felt him place his lips on my temple as he carefully ran his fingers over the skin of my arm.

"All I think about is how if we only listened to the doctor, maybe it wouldn't have happened," I said softly to him as I ran my fingertips over the second ultrasound we had of him before it all happened.

"If we did, we wouldn't have Ravyn." He whispered into my ear before placing another kiss on my cheek.

"I know, it just...it still hurts," I told him as another tear fell from my eye.

"It probably always will." He said, trying to comfort me as he held me a little tighter as he gave me a light hug.

"He had so much hair, even when I was only a little over seven months along," I asked him as I flipped the page that held a small lock of his hair.

"Do you think he forgives me?" I asked him as he started to run his fingers through my long black hair.

"I'm sure he does." He said softly.

"Do you forgive me?" I asked him as I looked over my shoulder at him.

"Of course I do. It was never your fault that it happened." He tried to tell me but I just shook my head as I looked back down at the album.

I felt him pull himself out from behind me and he knelt down on the floor next to the lounger. He carefully took the album from my hands and closed it before setting it on the side table next to the lounger. He then took his hands and placed them over mine.

"You are my queen, Renée, you always have. I will always love you. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be the man that I am now. I wouldn't have my five beautiful children. Of course, this was hard and it still hurts to this day but it doesn't change how I feel about you, nothing will." He told me as I looked over at him as he rubbed his fingers over my hands.

"I love you too," I told him and his eyes looked over at me.

He leaned forward and softly placed his lips over mine. I reached over and placed my hand behind his head and ran my fingers through his hair. He doesn't keep it styled like he did when we first met. It's still fairly short on the sides and longer on top but more in a business style I guess you could say. More than enough for me to grab and pull if I wanted to. He carefully slid his hand under my legs and picked me up off of the lounger as he stood up.

"Ravyn home?" He asked me and I shook my head.

"She said she was going to go to Vera's house," I told him as he walked down the hallway towards our bedroom.

"Do you actually believe her?" He asked me as he took his foot and pushed open our door.

"No, but her therapist said we need to not feed into her rebellious acts." I reminded him.

"I'm not." He told me as he carefully set me down on my feet.

"Yeah, that's why just last week you sat at the far end of the club watching her while at the same time you had some of your men whom she has never met out on the dance floor with her to help keep your eye on her?" I reminded him as he chuckled.

"It was either my men who danced with or around her who knew better than to touch her or some other perverted man who felt she was older than 17 and thought he was going to get lucky." He told me as his expression hardened towards the end.

"Any man who felt they could touch her would be seriously the dumbest man alive with you as her father," I told him with a smile on my face.

"It's a good thing I've made myself well-known in this town." He said softly as he placed his lips over mine again.

This time, I grabbed ahold of his shirt and pulled it up out of his slacks till I could pull it off of him. While his lips were still dominating over mine, I ran my fingers over the soft skin of his breast muscles. I will never get tired of the feel of him under my hands.

He took his hands and bunched up the fabric till he reached the hem of my spaghetti strap floor-length dress. I pulled away from him just long enough for him to lift the dress and toss it to the floor. His hands slid around my body until he reached the clasp of the strapless bra and unhooked it. It dropped to the floor while his hands continued around to the front of my body till he could grab my large C-cup breasts.

I let my hands travel down his torso till they reached his slacks and quickly undid them. With just the slight push of my fingers under them, they fell to the floor. My hands were quickly over his hardening bulge, squeezing and rubbing it. All while our kiss continued to deepen and assault each other's tongues. I let out a moan at the touch of his hand cupping around my butt and squeezing it hard.

I wrapped my hands around him and pulled him down closer to me, roughening up the kiss even more. He softly ran his fingers over the back of my thigh, lifting my leg till it was next to his hip. Just the feel of him touching me was getting me so aroused. He must've sensed my arousal because it was only seconds after he lifted my leg that he had his other hand behind me, picking me up off of the floor.

He carried me over to the bed and slowly laid me down. Not once did he break the kiss.

"I want you, now," I said softly into his lips.

"Whatever my queen wants, she gets." He said with a smile as he slid down my body, kissing along the way.

He hooked my panties with his fingers and pulled them down as his kisses traveled farther. I smiled as I watched him pull them off and toss them to the floor. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him as he dropped his briefs and his erection sprang free. My mouth watered at the sight of it and even though I would love to have it in my mouth, I was wanting him inside of me more.

He placed his body between my legs, allowing his hard erection to press against my womanhood. I wanted to reach down and grab it, push it into me but when my hands tried, he grabbed them and pushed them above my head on the bed.

"What do you think you are trying to do?" He asked me as he looked deep into my eyes.

"You're taking too long," I said breathlessly as I breathed hard from the disappointment of having him inside of me.

"Are you saying you don't want me to make love to you?" He asked seductively.

"No, I want you to f**k me, hard," I told him, and a smirk formed on his lips.

He held his stare on mine as he reached between our bodies. I felt his tip rub up and down over my wet core. I felt him push ever so slightly causing me to inhale with excitement. I gasped out a loud moan as he rammed into me hard, stretching my walls all the way in instantly. The feel of the quickly forced stretching of my walls was a feeling that never gets old. I loved it when he took me fast and hard.

He pounded into me so hard that my breasts were bouncing out of control. He pulled back, pulling me to the edge of the bed with him as he stood on the floor and rammed into me even harder. My cries of pleasure increased in volume. My walls tightened and squeezed his length. He quickly pulled my legs forward and closed them, forcing him to hit me hard in my g-spot, my magic button.

I grabbed the sheets on the bed tightly with my hands when his c**k rubbed the little button just inside my walls.

"Ah, s**t! I'm so close!" I cried out in a strained voice.

My back arched, forcing my breasts in the air as my walls contracted, forcing me to squirt. My body shook from the hard orgasm he caused.

's**t, I love it when you do that." He said with excitement as he pulled out of me and came down on my soaking cunt to collect as much of what he could.

Once he was satisfied with what he had caused, he stood back up. He helped me flip over onto my stomach. I felt the bed move as he placed his legs on both sides of my body. I pushed my butt up more as he used his fingers to spread me from behind. He carefully pushed his erection back into me. I loved it the most when he took me from behind like this. It felt so much tighter and I felt like I could feel him all the way in deep.

The only sounds that could be heard were the moans that we were both making along with the smacking of our bodies as he pounded into me hard. I could feel the sweat start to bead on my skin as my orgasm was building up. The deep feeling he caused in this position was able to quickly cause my orgasm to start deep in my core. My walls all the way in contracted hard, causing my breath to pause with each contraction. I could feel the strain in his body, the swelling of his erection as he pumped his seed deep inside of me.

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Ryker's POV:

I found myself laying on the bed with Renée, who was sound asleep on my shoulder, with both of us completely naked. Even at my age, I can still go for a few rounds before I'm completely spent. I'm not saying that the older I get, that it doesn't get harder and harder for me to last long enough to make her c*m at least two times or harder to go for round two or three because it is. I am a man of 54 years of age and I'm not as young as I use to be. It can be difficult to keep up with a woman over eight years younger than myself but I feel that I'm still doing a pretty good job keeping her satisfied.

I couldn't seem to stop myself from taking my fingers through her long black hair. She's kept it long because she knows that I like it this way. She's had to start coloring it to keep the greys away but she is still beautiful to me and I will always feel that she was the most beautiful woman even when she is full of grey, wrinkles, and saggy skin. She has been my queen, my better half since the day I saw her. A decision in my life I don't regret and would never change for the world regardless of the pain it may have caused at the time.

My hand paused halfway through her hair when I heard the soft sound of a window opening. I instantly know who it was. Renée has always had a hard time disciplining the children which is why she always wants to trust her kids are doing what they are claiming they are doing. The only problem is, Ravyn has never been very trusting and is never doing what she tells Renée.

I carefully slid out from under Renée and pulled the folded quilt at the end of our bed over her naked body. I quickly put on my briefs and slacks and walked out of the room towards Ravyn's bedroom. Her light was still off so I stood there, in her doorway, and watched as she slowly closed her window before I flipped the switch for the light to turn on, causing her to quickly turn and look at me as I stood with my arms crossed over my chest.