Page 2 of Mafia Toy

“Clench your pussy and keep riding my cock,” he growled, gazing over my shoulder at her. “And tell me what you’d do to her if we brought her home tonight. Tell me all those dirty fantasies you have about sleeping with another woman.”

“I …” My breath caught in the back of my throat as I tensed harder. “I want to touch her, want my fingers inside her to see how she’ll tighten around me. I want her cunt on my mouth and for her to ride my face.”

I wanted Constantino to force her to ride my face, for him to fuck her pouty little mouth as she did, for him to fuck her pussy until her juices covered his cock, and then for him to shove himself into me, pushing her juices deep inside me.

Constantino grabbed my hips, leaned back, and drove his hips up hard and fast. I gripped the bar top harder, crying out into one of my hands. He reached around my body to cup my breast, then seized and tugged on my nipple.

Pleasure surged through my core, pushing me higher and closer to the edge.

“Go chat with her about what we talked about the other night,” Constantino said.

“I can’t go over to her and ask her,” I said. “What if she says no?”

“Nobody could say no to you,” Constantino purred against my cheek, his thick Italian accent making me warm in all the right places. He slid his hands up my body and grabbed my waist. “I mean, look at you.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re my husband.”

He chuckled darkly. “Go see for yourself.”

“Can you ask her?” I shifted in his arms and batted my lashes at him. “Please?”

“You can do it by yourself, doll. She won’t say no.”

“But …”

“Youdowant this, don’t you? Want to see how another woman feels? Want to”—he slipped his fingers between my pussy lips and into me too, sinking them deep inside and curling them against my G-spot—“feel how tight she clenches around your fingers?”

My core tightened as my breath hitched. “Y-yes,” I whispered, my voice coming out smaller than it had the first night I mentioned to Constantino that I sorta, kinda had a thing for girls too.

I had never mentioned it to anyone else because the last time I had shown mere interest in another girl in middle school, the popular girls had bullied me so badly that I spent the rest of my lunches in the crappy restroom.

And when the volunteers at the youth home had found out about that on top of everythingelse… they had nearly kicked me out of the place.

I didn’t want that to happen ever again.

I’d thought for sure that Constantino would immediately ask me for a divorce the next morning.

“I would love to have another woman in the bedroom with you, doll,” he said, his stubble brushing against the sensitive part of my neck. “But only if you want it.”

I slid my shot glass across the bar. “Another one, please.”

“Another one?” Constantino asked, slipping a third finger inside me. He pumped his fingers in and out of me, faster and harder and deeper. “Needy tonight, aren’t we, doll?”

“Constantino,” I whimpered.

“And for you, boss?” the bartender asked, sliding a shot my way.

“I already have enough to taste tonight.”

With his husky voice in my ear, I shuddered against him and desperately tried to keep my legs from trembling. I was so close—so freaking close—to coming for him. But he pulled his fingers out of me and away from my clit completely, as if he knew.

“You get to come when you ask her.” He gently nibbled on my neck and pulled his dick out of me too. “No sooner.”

“Constantino,” I whined. “Please.”

He swept the hair off my shoulders and took it in his fist, pulling it back. “Have some confidence in yourself, doll. Go ask her what we agreed upon. She won’t say no to you, I promise.”

Once I swallowed my shot, I peeked back over at her. My pussy ached from the sudden emptiness, the desperation lingering inside me. Constantino wouldn’t let me come until I talked to her, until I offered her one million dollars to be our toy.

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