Page 77 of Mafia Toy

“I-I love it!” I cried out in pleasure.

Constantino slammed into me. I fell forward against her, my breasts pressed against hers so that I could feel her hard nipples sliding against mine. Another wave of pleasure rushed through my body.

“Come inside her,” Laila said to her husband as she stared up at me, her eye contact unparalleled, which only made me tighten around Constantino.

A wife telling her husband to come inside me?

Fuck, it was so fucking sexy.

“Beg for it,” Constantino growled, slamming into me. He seized my hips tighter, and I could only imagine his hair flopping against his forehead with every thrust. “Both of you beg me to come inside Sage’s pussy.”

I slipped my hand between our bodies to massage Laila’s clit, wanting her to feel pleasure from this too. “Please!” I cried out, rubbing her pussy in small, torturous circles. I slipped my fingers inside her, the heel of my palm against her clit.

“Please come inside her! God, please.”

Hearing her beg for him to fill me—“Fuck!”—it tipped me over the edge. Pleasure soared through my body as my legs trembled.

Constantino slammed deep into me and filled my tight pussy to the brim with his warm cum. He rolled over onto the bed, keeping me on top of him and grasping my hips.

“When I pull out of her, I want you to thrust my cum deeper inside her, doll.”

Laila shoved her hand between her legs and continued rubbing herself off, then nodded eagerly as she knelt beside us. I captured one of her nipples between my fingers.

And when Constantino pulled out of me, Laila immediately stuffed her fingers deep inside me. She wiggled them around, making sure to get his cum as deep as it could go, and then I felt a slight pinch.

Constantino wrapped his arm around my waist, playing with my clit and making the pain disappear completely. “Relax, princess. She’s filling you up with my cum. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

I bit my lip as Laila pulled her fingers out of me, looking as if she was on the brink of an orgasm, and when she stuffed her cum-covered fingers into her mouth, she screamed out in pleasure.

45

sage

Our last night in Italy,I lay between Laila and Constantino in the bed, staring out at the stormy ocean. Rain pattered against the balcony outside, the thin drapes whooshing into the room from the wind.

I tucked myself into Constantino’s arm as Laila held my waist, her head on my shoulder. She rubbed small circles around my naked hip in a soothing manner, humming lightly to herself.

“Thank you for coming with us,” she whispered.

“She didn’t have much of a choice, doll.” Constantino chuckled.

Laila glanced up at me through wide eyes as a giggle escaped my mouth.

Well, he had a point.

But still, I wanted her to feel appreciated because nobody had ever done this for me before—especially between all the shopping and dining.

I brushed some hair out of her face. “Thank you for bringing me,” I said, peering outside at the ocean again. “I’ve never been to Europe before. It’s really beautiful here.”

After sending me a soft, sleepy smile, Laila slipped further down in the bed and rested her head on my breast. Her body became heavier, her breathing evening out for the night. Once she fell asleep, I cuddled closer to Constantino and closed my eyes.

Part of me wished we could stay in Europe forever. I didn’t want to go back home, where Bethany ripped Laila away from me every chance she got, where Laila’s supposed best friend made her feel bad about herself.

Furrowing my brow in annoyance, I squeezed my eyes closed tighter and wished I could just forget about it all and enjoy the last few hours we had in Italy before we left tomorrow morning. It had gone by too quickly.

A couple moments later, light flickered in front of me. I blinked my eyes open to see where it was coming from and spotted Constantino scrolling through his pictures on his phone. Once my eyes readjusted to the bright light, I shifted in the bed.

“Can I see?” I asked.

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