Page 21 of Her Filthy Italians


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He opens his mouth and our tongues tangle. I break away, lower my face onto his stomach and lick my way down to his balls.

“Keep going,” he urges, grabbing my hair.

I glance up at him, catch him biting his lip with anticipation.

“Just a minute.” I reach into the drawer for a vibrating prostate stimulator. “Fit me up with this first and be generous with the lube.”

I bend my knees and give him the access he needs by lifting my hips slightly off the mattress.

He lubes up his fingers and massages my entrance.

I close my eyes and savor the sensations. “Feels so damn good.”

Soon my tight hole is relaxed enough for him to press one end of the vibrator into it while the other slides right up behind my balls to stimulate the perineum.

He lies back down and I take the cock ring from where I left it on the comforter.

“Lie still.” I smear lube over the ring. Then I hold his giant dick and pump him a couple of times. Concentrating hard, I spread the curved part of the ring wide enough to force it over his shaft down to the base. With a smile, I place the vibrator next to his balls and hand him my remote so he can control my toy while I, in turn, control his.

The sound of our vibrators fills the air, joined by our moans of ecstasy. I can’t help thinking that this would be even better with Sefi positioned between us, her on top of me and Marco fucking her from behind.

“Coming,” I growl, the tingles flourishing through me. “Ahhh…”

He leans in and captures my spurts in his mouth.

They go on and on, my orgasm drawn out by the butt vibrator.

He swallows and flops down on the bed. His cock is massive, made even bigger by the ring’s constricting effects, and it strains upwards at ninety degrees. I squeeze the remote and increase the speed of the vibrations. He writhes and twists his head from side to side. “Fuuuck…”

He’s ready, I know from the look on his handsome face. I turn off the device and bring my mouth down on him, sucking him off as he explodes. He’s so goddamn sexy.

We wrap our arms around each other, our breathing ragged.

He squirms from my hold and deadpans, “You think Sefi would enjoy something like what we just did?”

“Great minds think alike,” I smirk. “We could prep her with a vibrating plug then tap her virgin ass.”

“You sound so fucking confident she’ll be up for it.”

“She’ll be up for it. You’ll see…”Chapter FourteenAlessioI call Sefi as soon as I’m up the next morning, and she agrees to meet me at the Commissariato. She also agrees to have lunch with Marco and me after I promise that I’ll show her around the Rialto neighborhood beforehand.

The weather has turned cold and misty so I hug my overcoat to my body as I cross the Grand Canal via the Accademia Bridge. I lengthen my stride, following the trail of calli that will take me to the police station. When I arrive, the guards inside recognize me and press the switch to open the glass doors.

I go straight to my office and unlock the cabinet where I keep the folder of mug shots.

Known Mafia associates, some of whom are on parole and others not under lock and key for lack of evidence.

There are policemen and judges on the Syndicate’s payroll… it’s a given or we’d have put them all behind bars before now. I’ll identify their protectors and bring the fuckers down eventually. As far as I’m concerned, almost everyone I work with is under suspicion, and for this reason I keep to myself.

There’s a knock at my door. “Avanti,” I call out.

Deputy Superintendent Koffler steps into the room.

Tall and blond, he comes from the area close to the border with Austria, which is why he looks more Germanic than Italian. I trust him—we’ve worked together for years— but I still don’t share everything with him. “Buongiorno,” he greets me.

I tell him about Sefi’s imminent arrival and he goes to inform the front desk officer.

Leaning back in my chair, I think about Marco while I wait for her. His worry that she might not want to carry on with us makes my heart squeeze. People who don’t know him as well as I do, think of him as a typically confident, wealthy businessman. But underneath his sophisticated veneer there’s a sweetness, a vulnerability that I, for one, find completely endearing. If Sefi sees through his façade, she won’t be able to stop herself from falling for him like I’ve done… which might be a problem in the long run.

I shake my head.

Not going to happen.

She’s only here for a short time.

The jealousy of Marco’s and my love for each other, which has plagued our relationships with women in the past, won’t raise its ugly head with her. She’ll be gone well before there’s a danger of that happening…

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