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

My legs are shaking as I step out of the Bentley, and I can’t tell if it’s because of nervousness or what Enzo just did to me in the car. Perhaps it’s a little of both. After steadying myself, I look up, and my breath catches. Enzo’s Hollywood Hills mansion is a sight to behold.

It’s chic and modern, all clean lines and glass, with a sleek, minimalist design that screams sophistication. The house is perched on a hill, offering a stunning view of the city below, twinkling lights stretching out as far as the eye can see.

Sensing how overwhelmed I am, Enzo places his hand on the small of my back, instantly calming me. His touch is firm and reassuring, and I feel a little more grounded. He leads me toward the entrance, his presence a steadying force.

“Welcome to my home,” he says, his voice smooth and confident.

I take a deep breath and follow him, my mind still reeling from the unexpected orgasm. The interior of the house is just as impressive as the exterior. I can’t help but feel a little out of place. This is a world so different from my own, and yet here I am, being led into it by a man who’s as much a mystery as he is irresistible.

Enzo’s hand remains on my back, guiding me through the house. “I hope you’re hungry,” he says, his tone light. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Yeah, I am,” I reply. “This place is incredible, Enzo.”

He smiles, a hint of pride in his eyes. “I’m glad you like it. Make yourself at home.”

I take another deep breath, letting the ambiance of the house wash over me.

He pauses and turns to me, animalistic hunger in his eyes. His commanding gaze makes me melt and turns me on all at the same time. I can tell there’s something on his mind; it’s written all over his face.

“What’s up?” I ask, my voice a little breathless.

He smirks, his eyes locking onto mine. “While I do have a fine meal being prepared,” he says, his voice low and seductive, “I have something else that I’m hungry for.”

My heart races, and even though I know exactly what he means, I can’t help but ask, “What’s that?”

He steps closer, his hand sliding up to cup my cheek as he leans in. His lips find mine in a deliciously slow kiss that sends shivers down my spine. I can feel the heat between us, the chemistry that’s been simmering all evening. When he pulls back, his eyes are darker, filled with desire.

“Would you like to go upstairs?” he asks, his voice a tantalizing whisper.

A grin spreads across my face, my earlier nervousness completely melting away.

“I think dinner can wait,” I reply.

Enzo’s smile mirrors mine as he takes my hand, leading me toward the grand staircase. The anticipation builds with each step we take, the air between us charged with electricity.

When we reach the top of the stairs, he leads me down a hallway lined with exquisite artwork and soft lighting. At the end of the hall, he opens a door to reveal a master bedroom that’s as stunning as the rest of the house. A massive bed with crisp white linens dominates the space, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the city lights below.

Enzo turns to me, his gaze never leaving mine. “Are you sure about this, Mandy?” he asks, his voice gentle but firm.

I nod, feeling a rush of excitement. “Absolutely.”

His hands find their way to my waist, pulling me against him. “Good,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

Before I can respond, he captures my lips in another kiss, this one deeper and more demanding. I surrender to the sensation; my body pressed against his, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

I watch as Enzo slips out of his suit jacket, the fabric sliding smoothly over his broad shoulders. He tosses it onto a nearby chair and then rolls up the sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt, revealing his muscular forearms.

The sight alone makes my breath catch. There’s something so incredibly sexy about a man who knows how to dress—and how to undress.

He looks at me, his eyes gleaming with that commanding intensity. “There’s something you should know,” he begins, his voice low and captivating. “I have what one might call … unique tastes.”

My excitement and arousal spike. “Unique tastes?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.

“Yes. I enjoy being in control, being dominant over my partner. It’s all about trust and exploring boundaries, pushing limits.”

I listen intently as he explains, my mind flashing back to our first time. He was a little controlling and dominating then, in a fun, thrilling way that left me wanting more. The idea of taking it further sends a shiver of excitement through me.

“BDSM involves more than just physical pleasure,” he continues. “There are psychological aspects to it, as well, the connection formed between partners. It’s about giving and taking power, creating a space where both people can fully express themselves.”

I hang on to his every word. “Sounds intriguing.”

He smiles, clearly pleased by my reaction. “Would you like to partake?” he asks, his voice soft yet commanding.

“Absolutely,” I reply without hesitation, feeling a rush of exhilaration. “Yes, I would.”

His smile widens, and I can see the satisfaction in his eyes. “Good,” he says. “I think you’ll enjoy it. And remember, it’s all about communication and trust. If there’s ever anything you’re uncomfortable with, just say so.”

“I will,” I promise, feeling more confident than ever. “I trust you.”

He reaches out, his fingers brushing my cheek. “That’s all I need to hear.”

My heart pounds with anticipation. This is new and exciting territory, and I can’t wait to see where it leads. With Enzo guiding me, I feel ready for anything.

His eyes darken with desire as he starts to undress me, unzipping my hoodie and then peeling off my tank top and yoga pants. Each touch sends a jolt of electricity through me.

Soon, I’m wearing only my bra and panties, feeling exposed yet incredibly excited.

He guides me to the bed, his movements confident and sure. “Lie down,” he instructs, and I obey, my heart beating faster.

Enzo retrieves a set of silk ties from a nearby drawer. “This is just a taste of what’s to come,” he says, a wicked grin on his face. He binds my wrists to the bedposts, the silk smooth and secure. The sensation of being tied up, unable to move, sends a thrill through me.

“Comfortable?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply, breathless.

He moves to my ankles, securing them in a similar fashion, spreading my legs apart. I feel completely vulnerable yet incredibly turned on. The cool air against my exposed skin contrasts with the heat building inside me.

Enzo stands back for a moment, admiring his handiwork. “You look incredible,” he murmurs, his eyes raking over my bound form.

He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. His hands glide over my thighs, sending shivers up my spine. He leans down, his breath hot against my most sensitive spot. “Relax,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.”

And take care of me, he does.

He pulls my panties to the side, his mouth and tongue beginning their magic, exploring every inch of me with an expert precision that leaves me breathless.

The feeling is overwhelming as his tongue flicks and circles, alternating between gentle caresses and firm strokes, driving me wild with pleasure. My world narrows to this one intense point of pleasure, the soft restraints keeping me in place, heightening every sensation.

I can’t move, can’t do anything but feel. My breath comes in gasps, my body writhing against the restraints as I’m utterly consumed by the pleasure he’s giving me. The intensity builds and builds, a slow, torturous climb that has me trembling.

Enzo’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady as his tongue continues its relentless assault. He knows exactly what he’s doing—how to perfectly push me right to the edge and hold me there, teetering on the brink. Every flick, every circle against my clit sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, making me feel like I’m on fire from the inside out.

“Enzo, please,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper, a desperate plea for release. But he doesn’t let up. He’s determined to take me to new heights, to show me just how incredible this can be.

The pressure builds to an almost unbearable peak, and then, with one final, perfectly placed stroke, I’m pushed over the edge. I cry out, my body arching as I’m hit with wave after wave of the most incredible climax I’ve yet to experience.

It’s like every nerve ending is alight with pleasure, each wave more intense than the last. My mind is a blur of sensation, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy he’s brought me to.

Enzo doesn’t stop until he’s wrung every last bit of pleasure from me, his tongue still working its magic as I come down from the high. Finally, he pulls back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he looks at me, a smile playing on his lips.

I can only lie there, panting, my body trembling from the intensity of it all. “I can’t believe how amazing that was,” I whisper, my voice shaky.

Enzo leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tender kiss. “You’re incredible,” he says. “And this is just the beginning. There’s so much more I want to show you.”

As I come down from the high, he unties me, his touch gentle and soothing. I lay there, catching my breath, feeling a mix of exhaustion and euphoria. Enzo lays down beside me, pulling me into his arms.

“How was that?” he asks, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Absolutely amazing,” I whisper, snuggling closer to him.

I’m buzzing with excitement, eager for more of this wild ride. “What’s next?” I ask, barely able to keep the eagerness out of my voice.

Enzo chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “It’s best to ease into this, a little at a time. I want you to savor every moment, not rush through it.”

I pout, feeling a bit disappointed, but then he starts slipping out of his clothes, and all coherent thoughts fly out the window. My eyes widen as his shirt comes off, revealing a body that looks like the gods sculpted it. Broad, powerful chest, chiseled abs, and those perfect V-lines that make my mouth water.

He kicks off his shoes and undoes his belt, sliding his pants off with one smooth motion. His legs are just as impressive, strong, and muscular, revealing a man who takes care of himself. I can’t help but admire him, my breath catching at the sight of his naked form. A few scars and tattoos decorate his physique.

Enzo catches me staring and smirks, leaning down to kiss me deeply. I melt into him, my hands roaming over his back, feeling the strength beneath his skin. The kiss grows more intense, our tongues dancing as his hands explore my body, igniting every nerve ending.

After a moment, he pulls back, his eyes dark with desire. “Ready for more?” he asks, his voice husky as he slowly takes off my bra and panties.

“Absolutely,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need as I lay bare before him.

Enzo positions himself between my legs, his body pressing down on mine. The weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine, it’s all so perfect. He enters me slowly, once again giving me time to adjust to his thickness. I gasp at the sensation, my body arching to meet his. He fills me completely, every inch of him fitting perfectly.

He starts to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate. I can feel every thrust, every movement, driving me wild with pleasure. My hands grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I hold on for the ride. Enzo’s mouth finds mine again, kissing me hard as he picks up the pace.

The room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking, our breaths mingling, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I can’t get over how perfect he feels, how every touch, every thrust, sends me spiraling closer to the edge.

Enzo’s hand slips between us, his fingers finding that sweet spot, driving me crazy. I moan against his lips, my body trembling as I approach the brink. “Enzo, I’m so close,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper.

“Let go, Mandy,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “Come for me.”

His words push me over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure as I release, the orgasm crashing over me in waves. Enzo follows soon after, his own release mixing with mine, his body tensing before he collapses onto me, breathing heavily. He pushes hard, his cock exploding inside, filling me with his warm seed.

We lie there for a moment, our bodies tangled, our hearts pounding in sync. Enzo lifts his head, looking down at me with a satisfied smile. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.

I smile back, feeling completely content. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I tease, snuggling closer to him.

He laughs softly, holding me tighter. “Get some rest. This is just the beginning.”

As I drift off to sleep in his arms, I can’t help but feel excited for what comes next.