Page 48 of Mafia’s Final Play

With a sigh of resignation, she did as he instructed, though all she wanted to do was grind her clit against anything; his hand, her hand, the floor, it didn’t matter. When his finger pressed into her back entrance, when it slid in - fuck, oh fuck, it was so very good.

Shivers, more shivers, shivers that made her nipples go even tighter, that made her clit throb harder, that made the hunger deep inside even hungrier, swamped over her as his finger slid deeper into her.

“Your pussy is dripping, Marie, so ready for my cock.” He made sure of that when he slid the fingers of his other hand into her. “You’re so ready to be fucked baby, and I’m going to do it, alright? I’m going to fuck you so good, with my finger in your ass and my cock in those sweet walls that suck me in ways only your pussy does.”

All she could do was whimper as he guided her to her knees, his finger still deep inside of her backside. She groaned when he positioned his tip at her pussy, when he teased her with a swipe of his cock against her there, before he thrust in suddenly, all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck,” she gasped. Her hands dug into the carpet. She was as full as he could get until he pulled his finger out of her ass. He wasn’t done though. He licked his thumb and pushed that into her instead - a thicker digit, so much thicker, than his finger. He began to move that thumb in time with the thrust of his cock.

“Don’t,” Matteo ordered when she moved to touch herself, to end the aching misery of her hunger. “Not yet.”

“When Matteo?” she pleaded, so hungry for it now.

“When you calm down, when you feel the pleasure of fucking, not just trying to reach an orgasm. Tell me how you feel.” He slowed his thrusts as he spoke and she groaned with impatience.

“I feel… full. Hungry, like I need something, a drug, that only you can give me. Please, can’t I come now?”

“Do you know how many women can’t, Marie? You’re lucky, you get to do this quite often. Some women never get to. But you will baby, don’t worry, I’m going to make you come. Just concentrate on what you feel.”

She tried. She paid attention to the sensation of her nipples scraping against the carpet, and suddenly it was good, it wasn’t painful. It was a burn that added to the throb between her legs, which made her blood pulse even harder in her veins.

Every time he fucked into her she felt a soft touch against her clit, she felt the way he slapped against her ass as a new thing, as an intimate touch that she’d only ever shared with him. Even her arm became sensitive as she felt warm air touch her. The cool sensation of her hair against her hot face was almost soothing, but she didn’t want to be soothed. She wanted to explode.

He pushed his thumb into her harder, faster until she was almost unconscious with her gasps of pleasure. And she still hadn’t come, not yet. Not until she bent down, let her head rest against the floor, her knees still holding her ass up so that he could thrust down, to that spot that made the world disappear. She cried out then, a strangled sound that was barely a sound at all because she just had no air left.

She felt the explosion inside of her walls as she gripped at his cock. She felt it as an explosion of pleasurable bolts of electricity that shot from her clit, up her spine, through her stomach, and straight into her brain. She inhaled sharply, quickly, before the world went dark and pleasure made every inch of her skin contract. She came apart hard, so hard she pulled him with her. She heard it but didn’t care, didn’t care that he’d groaned in release, that he was right there with her, because everything was so… fucking… good.

She slumped to the floor, completely done, and just let it wash over her as he pulled away to rest on the floor at her feet.

“See? It’s so much better when you work for it, when you earn it, Marie. That’s when it blows your fucking mind completely.”

Her hand fluttered up in recognition of his words, but she couldn’t answer. Not yet. She did smile though. Even if it was a tired one. He’d been right. Once again. As he always was. Smug fucker.

22

The phone buzzed in the middle of the night and woke Matteo up. He’d taken Marie to bed and wrecked her one more time before they fell asleep together. They hadn’t even pulled the plug in the tub. They’d just fallen asleep twisted around each other. Now, his new phone buzzed. He looked at it to see it was Petey on Skype.

“Hey boss, sorry to wake you. I know it’s still night there but I have news.” The voice on the other end sounded tense, so tense Matteo sat up in bed.

“Okay. Tell me.”

“It’s her, your aunt. I have her in my sights, boss. Just tell me and I’ll end her.” Matteo could hear a gentle wind over the line and knew Petey was outside somewhere in Italy. With a sniper rifle, ready to earn his pay, however his boss told him to earn it.

“You’re sure?” he asked, anger ice in his veins.

“Yes, I’m sure, Matteo. Got the document she put out to prove it.” Petey sighed, not judging, just passing information.

“Okay. Let me make a call. Hang on, don’t hang up.”

“Sure, boss. I’ll be right here. She’s sunning herself by the pool, she ain’t going nowhere.”

“Okay.”

He picked up his laptop, opened it up, and used his Google Hangouts number to call Celeste in Italy. It called her new cellphone number there, and he wasn’t surprised when she picked it up.

“Matteo, I didn’t expect to hear from you.” She didn’t sound pleased about the call. He was about to make that displeasure even worse.

“You fucking sick bitch. I have proof it was you. And before you hang up, let me tell you, there’s a sniper with your head in his sights right now. He can turn your head into a blown-up watermelon in seconds. So, don’t hang up.”