Page 13 of Mafia Toy

Wrapping her arms around my thighs, Laila spread my legs, pulled me down closer to her, and flicked her tongue against my clit. I dipped my head again and mirrored her actions, pulling her underwear off and eating her, just how I liked.

She moaned against me, the vibration making me feel oh-so good.

Constantino watched hungrily, undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper. When he kicked off his pants and pulled out his huge cock, he walked over to us and grabbed Laila’s knees, pushing them as far apart as they could go, then slowly thrust into her cunt. In and out, he pounded until I saw the juices covering his cock.

When he finally pulled out of her a couple of moments later, he grasped my chin and forced me to look up at him. “Suck my wife’s juices off my cock.”

Clenching, I opened my mouth wide for him to enter me. Constantino shoved his huge cock down my throat and face-fucked me until I cleaned his dick for him.

When he finally pulled away, he pushed himself back into Laila and grunted, “Fuck, you both are so tight for me.”

Constantino shifted from his wife, back to me, then to his wife. Over and over again.

Once he pulled away for good, he placed his hands on my waist and lifted me up with ease, turning me around so I faced Laila. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me down to kiss her, softly at first but then wildly, like she was desperate for it.

With one knee on the bed, Constantino pushed his bare cock into me, grabbed my hips, and started pounding away. My breasts swayed against Laila’s, her hands traveling down my body to cup them.

I moaned into her mouth, the pressure immediately rising in my core. Just when I was about to tip over the edge, Constantino pulled out of me and thrust himself into his wife. She moaned and kissed me harder, pinching and tugging on my nipples.

When her body tensed, Constantino pulled out of her and pushed himself back into me, teasing us both for the next ten minutes. Desperate for a release, I ground my clit against her mound, the pressure rising higher and higher in my core.

“Oh fuck,” Laila breathed against me. “Keep doing that. You’re going to make me come.”

Not wanting to stop, I continued to grind myself against her while Constantino fucked me from behind. He dipped his hand and pushed a couple of fingers into Laila’s pussy, finger-fucking her at the same pace.

My toes curled, and I sucked on Laila’s lower lip as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me. Laila watched me come, her body tensing even harder, and then she finally threw her head back and came as Constantino stilled deep in my pussy.

When I collapsed on the bed beside Laila with her husband’s cum deep in my cunt, she wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me closer. “You’re ours now, Sage. All ours.”

8

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“This is my apartment?”Sage asked later that night, gawking at the windows that spanned from wall to wall and ceiling to floor.

Once the floors had been cleared so nobody would spot Laila and me bringing Sage here from our place, Sage moved into the living room, drawing her fingers across the marble side table next to the plush white couch.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I’ll have some of my men pack up your belongings from your old apartment and bring them over this weekend to officially move you in. You will not leave this apartment without Riccardo, your personal bodyguard, with you,” I said.

Sage glanced at Riccardo, who stood at the door, then nodded. “I understand.”

Laila shuffled from foot to foot next to me, smiling at Sage, but not saying a word. While Laila seemed to want Sage to sleep with us tonight, I needed to talk to my wife alone. We had never had someone else in bed with us before, and I wanted to make sure she was still okay with it.

No matter what, the agreement with Sage would still stand. But if we were doing this, then Laila needed to trust me. And with Bethany always whispering in her ear about shit that wasn’t always true, I didn’t want Laila to get any ideas.

Continuing to walk through the apartment, Sage slipped into the bedroom and stared at the item I had placed on her dresser earlier this morning.

“An iPad?” Sage asked, eyes widening. She set her purse down on the bed and ran her fingers over the white box, then peered over at us. “Is this for me?”

When Laila glanced at me, I nodded. “For your art.”

“How did you know that I draw?” Sage asked.

She doesn’t need to know the real reason.

I wrapped my arm around my wife’s waist. “I have my ways.”

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