Page 20 of Mafia Toy

“Who, Constantino?” I asked.

“He shouldn’t get away with that shit just because he’s the boss.”

“He wasn’t doing anything wrong, Beth,” I said, wanting her to drop it.

She twirled around and widened her eyes. “You saw them together!”

I sat down at the counter and blew out a breath, shoulders slumping forward. “Please, Bethany,” I whispered. “It was nothing, really. Let’s have a drink and forget about it. I’ll talk to him when he gets home.”

After a couple of moments, Bethany sighed and placed a glass on the counter in front of me. “You know how pissed I get when someone tries to hurt you,” she said. “I’m sorry, but you deserve better if he is cheating on you.”

“It’s fine.”

“Promise me that if you catch him with her like that again, you’ll call me so I can chop off his balls?” she asked.

A small giggle escaped my lips. “I promise.”

12

sage

Dressedin a lacy dark green lingerie set, Laila lay on the bed beside me a couple of hours later with her soft lips pressed against mine and her tongue moving rhythmically in my mouth. I shuffled my thighs together to ease the ache between them and kissed her back, my hands traveling down the curves of her body.

Constantino had been at work all day, and Laila had been eyeing me like I was some kind of prey since she andBethanyhad gotten back to the high-rise apartment earlier to have a drink. To Bethany—and I’m assuming all of Laila’s friends—I was the housekeeper.

But we both knew that I didn’t clean anything around this house.

“God,” Laila murmured against me, “I’m so glad that she’s gone. I couldn’t wait another moment to get you alone.” She moved her hands down my body, undoing my bra and tugging it off me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night with Constantino. And those pictures you sent me … God …”

“You liked them?” I asked, dipping my fingers down her thigh and brushing them gently over her lacy panties, feeling how soaked they were for me. I whimpered into our kiss and crawled on top of her, moving my mouth down her body until I reached the top of her panties.

“They were fucking amazing.” She arched her back slightly and pulled off her underwear, tossing them over the bedside.

When I placed my mouth on her cunt, I sighed in delight, my warm breath against her clit. I flicked my tongue on the sensitive bud over and over and reached my hand between my thighs to rub myself off at the same time.

“Eat my pussy,” Laila moaned, grasping my hair to hold me in place and bucking her hips back and forth to ride my face. “God, just like that, Sage. You’re going to make me …” Her legs trembled around my shoulders, her pussy pulsing and moans escaping her lips. “Yes!”

Legs shaking, Laila cried out and came all over me. Then, she flipped me over onto my back and crawled on top of me, pressing her raspberry-colored lips against mine again. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, her teeth gently biting down on my lower lip. She dipped a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit, her breasts swaying against mine.

“My turn,” she said, kissing down my body, then burying her face between my legs. She placed my left leg on her shoulder and pushed the other one further away against the bed to spread them. Her tongue flicked out against my clit again, making me squirm.

Closing my eyes, I sank into the mattress and moaned softly.

“What do we have here?” Constantino asked.

I sucked in a surprised breath and snapped my eyes open. Constantino walked into the room, tugging off his tie, his gaze shifting from me to Laila, who had pulled back from my cunt to look at her husband.

“Go back to eating her cunt, doll,” Constantino commanded, unbuttoning his shirt, his dark eyes back on me. “I’ve had a long day at work. All I want to do is watch Sage squirm for you.”

I lay back on the bed, my head on the pillows and my legs spread wide for Laila. She crawled closer up the bed toward me, on her hands and knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and dipped her head between my thighs. Fingers pulling my folds apart, she glided her tongue across my clit.

Constantino rested one knee on the bed behind Laila, his large hands all over her ass. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. When he pushed himself into her, she moaned against my clit.

Every time Constantino plowed into her from behind, her tits swayed against my thighs, her perky and hard nipples making me clench. I laced my hand into her hair and tugged on it to pull her closer to me, the pressure rising in my core.

“More,” I whispered, arching my back.

God, I was close. So close.

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