Sexting the Don: An Age Gap, Mafia Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)

I‘m leaning against my Bentley outside a chic coffee shop in Silver Lake. The sun’s nearly set, and the sky’s ablaze with oranges and reds, casting a warm glow over the swaying palm trees, offering a view of serene calm.

Mandy’s text caught me off guard. I’d been on the verge of texting her myself, something I tried to rationalize as strategic. She’s a means to an end, a way to get to Jimmy Charles.

But I can’t lie to myself—there’s more to it than that.

I haven’t stopped thinking about her since our night together. The memory of her soft skin, her eager response, her innocence … it’s all I can do to keep from marching straight to her. I want a repeat performance, with some added bonuses, if she’s willing.

Underneath that virginal exterior, I sense a wildcat waiting to be unleashed. The thought sends a thrill through me. I want to be the one to set her free, to show her the darker side of pleasure she’s never known.

I glance at my phone, reading her message again.

How’s it going?

Simple and innocent, yet it sends a wave of desire crashing through me. I can’t help but smirk. She has no idea what she’s getting into, but she will soon enough.

The sun dips lower, and the colors in the sky deepen. This city, despite all its glitz and glamor, hides a lot of darkness. Mandy’s about to get a taste of it, whether she’s ready or not.

But it’s not just about Jimmy Charles. The thought nags at me, an uncomfortable truth I’m not ready to face. She’s more than a pawn in my game. There’s something about her that draws me in and makes me want to possess her in every way.

I take a deep breath, pushing those thoughts aside. Focus, Enzo. This is about control, about getting what I want. And right now, what I want is Mandy.

I watch as she walks out of the coffee shop, a drink in hand and her bag slung across her body, the strap perfectly placed between her breasts, making them impossible to ignore.

She looks like something out of an LA dream in her workout clothes, the tight fabric gripping her gorgeous body. The sight of her makes me feel like a wild animal, ready to pounce.

Her eyes flash when she sees me, and she gasps.

She approaches me slowly with uncertain steps, and before she can speak, I take her in my arms and kiss her soundly on the lips. The feeling of her surrender against me is intoxicating. Her lips are soft and eager, and I revel in the taste of her.

When we finally part, her eyes are wide with surprise and excitement.

“How did you know I was here?” she asks, breathless.

I smirk, keeping my tone coy. “I’m in the business of knowing things, Mandy.”

She laughs softly, shaking her head. “Of course you are.”

I keep one arm around her waist, pulling her close. “I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Really?” she says, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about you, too.”

“Good,” I reply, my voice low and commanding. “Because I want to see you again. Tonight.”

Her breath hitches, and she looks up at me with those big, innocent eyes. “Okay.”

I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. “Good girl.”

She shivers, and I feel a surge of satisfaction. She’s mine, and she doesn’t even know it yet.

I pull back, looking into her eyes. “Come with me. We’ve got plans.”

She nods, taking a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving mine. The anticipation between us is electric, and I can’t wait to see just how far I can push her.

I take her hand and open the door to my Bentley. The night is just beginning, and I intend to show her just how wild and exhilarating life can be when she’s with me.

I can tell she’s a little overwhelmed, maybe even intimidated. Good, I’ve got her right where I want her, in the palm of my hand. As she looks around the interior of my car, her eyes widen with appreciation.

“Nice ride,” she says, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Definitely has less rust than Jimmy’s.”

I chuckle at her joke, still finding it amusing that she doesn’t call him Dad. She’s smart in distancing herself from him, which only makes me like her more.

I lean over and kiss her deeply, feeling her respond, her arousal obvious. She’s more than eager, and when I pull away, she looks somewhat stunned, her cheeks flushed.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” she asks, her voice a little breathless.

“Dinner at my place,” I reply, watching her closely. “If you’re game.”

“I am, but …” She glances down at her workout clothes, sweeping her hand over the tight fabric that hugs her delicious curves. “I’m not really dressed for it.”

If only she knew the effect she was having on me. My eyes rake over her, taking in every inch of her toned, enticing body. She’s dressed just fine, more than fine. She’s perfect.

“Your outfit is no issue,” I tell her. “Trust me.”

Her lips curve into a shy smile. “All right, if you say so.”

I start the car, feeling a rush of anticipation. She’s stepping further into my world, and I can’t wait to see how she handles it. We pull away from the coffee shop, the LA skyline stretching out before us, the night promising endless possibilities.

As we drive, Mandy tries to make small talk. “Have you lived in LA long?” she asks, her voice slightly shaky.

I grin, reaching over and resting my hand on her thigh. “Long enough,” I reply, my fingers starting to massage her through her thin yoga pants.

Her words falter, and she squirms a bit. “Enzo—” she starts, but the rest of her sentence is lost in a gasp as I move my hand between her thighs and press my fingers more firmly.

“Just relax,” I murmur, keeping one hand on the wheel and my eyes on the road. “Enjoy it.”

She tries to fight it at first, her breath hitching as my fingers work their magic. I can feel her resolve melting away with every passing second. Her body starts responding to my touch, the tension in her muscles easing as she begins to relax. I can see the conflict in her eyes, the struggle between holding on to her composure and giving in to the pleasure building inside her.

Her hips begin to move slightly at first, but soon, she’s pressing against my hand, seeking more. The soft fabric of her yoga pants makes every touch more intense, heightening the sensations and driving her closer to the edge. I can sense her getting closer, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Her noises dissolve into soft moans and whimpers, each sound escaping her lips more urgent than the last. “Enzo, I—” but another wave of pleasure cuts her off, her words turning into a desperate moan.

I glance over, watching her come undone. Her eyes flutter closed, and her face flushes with desire. She lets out a shuddering breath, her body trembling as her orgasm consumes her. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing her lose herself so completely, and I feel a surge of satisfaction knowing I’m the one making her feel this way.

Her body quakes with the aftershocks of her climax, and I slow my movements, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure. As her breathing begins to slow and she comes back to herself, I gently withdraw my hand, placing it back on the wheel.

She looks at me, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of surprise and satisfaction. “I can’t believe that just happened,” she whispers, her voice shaky.

I grin, giving her a sideways glance. “Believe it, Mandy. And there’s more where that came from.”

She blushes, but there’s a hint of excitement in her eyes now.

We pull up to my place, and I park the car, turning to her with a confident smirk. “Welcome to the next level. Let’s make this a night to remember.”

There’s a spark of determination in her eyes. “I’m ready,” she says.

I take her hand and lead her inside.