Page 31 of Mafia Toy

“Fuck,” I murmured to Constantino, warmth exploding between my legs.

Sage stood in front of the mirror and ran her fingers over the smooth material, swallowing hard. “I don’t think I’d ever even have an occasion for when I’d wear this dress,” she said. “This looks so …”

God, I hope she doesn’t say frumpy again.

“So fancy.”

“We’re getting it,” Constantino said without room to argue.

Sage’s mouth dropped open, and she glanced at the tag. “But it’s—”

“We’re getting it.”

Viola ushered her back into the fitting room and closed the door, helping her take it off.

“I’ll be right back,” Viola said, stepping out of Sage’s room and walking into the store.

Half-naked, Sage stuck her head out the door and stared at us through wide eyes. “Please don’t tell me she’s bringing me more clothes to try on,” she whisper-yelled. “I must’ve tried on half the clothes in the store!”

“Oh, Sage!” Viola called, walking back toward us. “You’re not done yet.”

Please, help me!Sage mouthed to us, eyes growing wider as Viola handed her more clothes.

Constantino chuckled next to me, lips pulled into a soft smile. He rested a hand on my knee as Viola pushed Sage back into the fitting room to try on a skirt and gently dug his fingers into my thigh. “Do you remember when that was you?”

“I wish I didn’t.” I giggled.

When Viola came out of the fitting room, Constantino stood.

“Leave us,” Constantino said to Viola, glancing at the other customers in the store. “You have other guests to attend to. I can help style Sage from here. Thank you for your help. You’re always a pleasure, Viola.”

Viola nodded. “Of course, Mr. Buratti.”

Once she walked away, Constantino wrapped his hand around the front of my throat and shoved me into the room with Sage. “You girls,” he growled softly, shutting the door and locking it behind us, “are driving me crazy.”

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Before Sage could continueto fiddle with her clothes, I took her by the throat and pressed her and Laila against the door. My cock throbbed inside my pants. Seeing Sage in that dress … made me hard as hell.

“Stay,” I ordered, releasing their throats and trailing my hands down their bodies.

They both stared up at me through wide eyes, sucking in a collective breath when I brushed my fingers against the front of their short little dresses. Laila grabbed Sage’s hand and intertwined their fingers, like a good girl.

When they held hands while I touched them, when they kissed each other around my cock, when they used each other to get off … God, it did something fucking terrible to me. It made me into a monster, hungry for their pussies.

“You’d better keep quiet,” I murmured, gazing from Laila to Sage.

I slipped my fingers underneath the hem of their clothes and trailed my index fingers up their inner thighs. Laila spread her legs for me, like I had taught her to these past few years, while Sage pressed hers together, restricting my access.

“Laila,” I said softly, stepping closer to them so I didn’t have to raise my voice in here, and I glanced over at Sage, as if telling Laila to look, “tell our toy what she should be doing.”

“Spread your legs,” Laila whispered to Sage. “Or he’ll … punish us.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted yesterday?” Sage whispered back to her.

A dark chuckle escaped my lips, and I rested my forehead against Sage’s. “Princess, I thought my wife had been corrupting your pretty little mind yesterday. But you like to backtalk too, don’t you?”

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