Page 27 of Mafia’s Dirty Secret

“Marie, baby, do you think you could suck my dick? Fuck, I’d love to watch that. Those perfect, sultry lips wrapped around my length.” He gave a harsh little sound of pleasure, and she heard the sound of his hand slow down. “I don’t want to get off yet, I want to wait for you. To give it to you. But I can’t. Fuck, Marie. Fuck!”

A new sound, one that was part defeat, part ultimate gratification, filled her ears and sent a shiver down her body. She knew it was stupid to pant like this, but couldn’t help it. She wanted more. She craved him with every fiber of her being. How did she make this stop? Or better? Because it felt so good, she didn’t really want it to stop.

A new message came, much longer so it took a moment to load.

“Hi there, baby. Sorry, got carried away. I’ve waited a long time to do that, and well, I have to say your picture just sent me over the edge. I had to take care of that little problem. But…” he paused here, and she could hear the smirk in his voice, “I suspect it gave you a problem, in return. Give me a call if you want me to help you take care of it.”

What did he mean, she wondered? How could he take care of it over the phone? Curious, she dialed his number, with the earbuds in her ears for privacy. He obviously had something he wanted to say to her, and she was more than eager to hear what that was. He didn’t answer right away, and the line cut out when he did answer.

Quickly, she hit redial.

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“Hi, baby,” he said when he answered, a growl in his voice that made her shiver all over again. Yeah, she was his, body and soul.

It was a question she’d pondered for a while now. Was she his now? If she was, what was she? That part didn’t really matter, but she knew she was his, whether he wanted her or not. He’d woken up this demon in her, now he’d have to take care of it.

“Hi, Matteo,” she breathed into the phone, relaxed against her pillows. “How are you going to take care of this, ahem, little problem I have?”

She felt a little silly, talking about sexy stuff like this with him over the phone, but it was fun too.

“Well, you have to be bold, baby. Are your nipples tight?” He asked the question nonchalantly as if the answer didn’t matter. But she knew it did.

“Yes,” she told him on a gasp. She wasn’t ashamed of what they were doing, she just didn’t want to be overheard. This was their private business.

“Then pinch them. Pinch them softly.” He paused and waited while she did as instructed.

The sensation of her own fingers on her nipples made her gasp. She didn’t know it would feel that good to touch her own skin. Her fingers were on the naked flesh of her breasts, tight around the puckered buds on the tips of her breasts. When she groaned he spoke again.

“That sounds so delicious when you groan like that, Marie. I want you to do something else for me now, alright? I want you to pinch your nipples nice and hard.” His voice purred into her head over the line as he guided her. “Imagine it’s my fingers, Marie, imagine it’s me that’s doing that to you.”

An image flashed in her head, of her in that virginal white nightgown, with the top down, just enough to bare her breasts to him. A new groan escaped her throat and her fingers gripped even tighter at the tender buds he wanted to touch. Sensations shot around her body and made her head swim, but she didn’t want it to end. Not yet.

She stayed like that for at least a minute, maybe longer. He didn’t say anything, but she could hear his breath in her ears as she waited for further instructions. She heard a sound from his side of the line like he’d moved around in the bed, and then he spoke.

“Still with me, Marie?” he asked, and she nodded before she realized he couldn’t see that.

“Yes, Matteo.” It came out as a whisper; all she could muster at the moment.

“Good. Now I want you to put your phone down and slide your hand down to my pussy.”

“My pussy”, he’d said. She knew he meant it too. He didn’t mean to say hers; he was claiming her most intimate part.

“Find your clit and let me hear your breath as you start to work your fingers over it.” His voice was softer, deeper, definitely sensual.

She left the phone just beside her ear and slid her hand into her own wet folds. She gasped when she felt how soaked she really was, how hot her skin was there.

“Mmm, you must be really wet, Marie. Is your finger just sliding around that sweet little clit of yours? Fuck, I want to taste it again so much. I can’t forget the taste of you, do you know that? I woke up after you left that morning, and I could still taste your sweet pussy in my mouth, on my hands. Everywhere. I was covered in the taste of you.”

Her fingers began to move more quickly, with more pressure, and she found it hard to breathe, but he didn’t stop speaking.

“And the way you flooded my mouth when you came, Marie? The sounds you made? Fuck! And that oh so erotic face of yours as you came apart all over me for the very first time? Hang on, I’m hard again already.”

She held her breath, listened, as he moved something around, and then the sound of his groan again. She knew what he was doing. What he’d done. He had his cock in his fist again, just from hearing her. From his memory of her.

“That’s better, baby. Not as good as having you here, but fuck it, it’s all I got.”

She didn’t know what to say, so she just focused on the sounds that came from his end of the line and worked her hand between her legs. Something was happening there, something she was familiar with now. Something she didn’t know she’d needed in her life until he showed it to her.