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

‘Tonight, I’m going to explore every inch of you.”

His hands trace the contours of my waist, sending fire shooting through my veins.

I tilt my head back, offering him my neck, which he gladly accepts, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin there. ‘Is that a promise?’ I tease, my voice breathy.

‘It’s a guarantee,’ he replies, his tone husky. He lifts his head to lock eyes with me, his gaze intense. ‘I want to make you lose control, make you forget everything but my name.’

I laugh softly, the sound mingling with the rising tension between us. ‘I’d like to see you try,’ I challenge, my hands roaming over the hard planes of his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under my touch.

Enzo’s smile is devilish, and he pulls me closer. ‘Oh, I don’t just try; I succeed,’ he assures me. His hands slide down to my hips, gripping them firmly. ‘I’ll have you begging for more before the night is over.’

He moves with a grace that belies his size, each gesture calculated and sure. His touch is confident, sending shivers across my skin as his fingers trace my breasts, igniting a fire that seems to burn brighter with every breath.

In the middle of the heady rush of our flirtation, Enzo’s voice drops to a huskier tone, ‘Are you ready to take another step forward in our journey?’

His eyes lock onto mine, intense and probing.

The mention of advancing our exploration into submission and control sends a thrilling tingle through me. I nod, my voice barely a whisper, ‘Yes.’

‘Imagine not being able to see, relying only on your sense of touch, your hearing, your taste …’ His words trail off suggestively.

‘I’m ready,’ I affirm, my anticipation building as he steps closer, his hand slipping between my thighs in a promise of pleasures to come.

‘Almost ready,’ he corrects with a wry smile, his voice thick with promise.

Enzo scoops me up like it’s nothing, his arms strong and steady as he carries me to the bed. He gently lays me down, his eyes locked on mine with that look of his, promising passion and pleasure beyond anything I’ve experienced.

‘You ready for me?’ he growls softly, his hot breath tickling my skin. I can only nod, totally caught up in the moment, already craving his touch.

He starts slowly, teasing me with kisses and light flicks of his tongue that have me squirming under his touch. His hands hold my hips down just enough to remind me he’s in charge, and it sends tingles of desire through me.

‘Let me hear you,’ he says, his voice dripping with that sexy confidence.

The room contracts: all of my senses are focused on the intense pleasure cascading through me. My hands find his hair, gripping and pulling him closer, silently urging him to intensify his efforts. He obliges, his movements becoming more deliberate. He teases with light flicks, then plunges deeper, his tongue moving in slow, purposeful strokes that build a heat in me that’s desperate to erupt.

Each firm swipe of his tongue over my clit sends waves of pleasure radiating outward, and he alternates these with gentle sucks that draw deeper moans from my throat.

Enzo’s focus on my pleasure is relentless, his own desire to satisfy me fueling his actions. He’s attentive to every shift in my breathing, every quiver of my body, using these cues to guide his movements. He reaches up and squeezes my breasts as he licks me.

As I near the edge, his pace quickens slightly, his tongue and lips working in perfect sync to bring me to a shattering climax.

When the big wave hits, it crashes through me hard. I scream out Enzo’s name, the room echoing around us. He doesn’t let up, not even a bit, riding through every pulse of my release, making every second count until I’m left gasping, completely undone.

As I come back down to earth he crawls up to hold me, his body a warm, solid comfort. ‘That was incredible,’ I pant out, still caught in the aftershocks, feeling both totally satisfied and deeply connected to him.

Enzo reaches between my thighs again, his touch sending a new kind of thrill through me. ‘Now you’re ready,’ he murmurs. His fingers tease me gently, coaxing my body back to heightened awareness. I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the sensations, each touch sharpening my focus on the pleasure he’s stirring up.

‘Here’s what we’re going to try tonight,’ he explains, his voice a soft caress against my ear. My heart thumps with excitement, the thrill of the unknown adding an edge to my anticipation.

Enzo moves slowly, deliberately, tying me up in a spread-eagle position. The restraints are firm yet gentle against my skin, each loop he ties a whisper of what’s to come.

Next, he covers my eyes with a soft blindfold, plunging me into darkness. The loss of sight heightens my other senses immediately; every sound and touch are magnified.

Enzo starts to tease me again, his touches unpredictable and maddening. He brushes against my skin here, there, everywhere, each contact a surprise that makes me gasp and squirm. The anticipation builds, each moment stretched out, every touch a promise of more to come.

I’m practically trembling with need when I feel him position himself. And then, he’s entering me, slow and steady, filling me up in a way that has me biting my lip to keep from crying out.

As Enzo starts moving inside me, every thrust is deep and deliberate, ramping up the intensity to an almost unbearable level. Being blindfolded, every little touch feels like it’s magnified tenfold.

‘God, you feel incredible,’ he groans, his voice a delicious rumble that vibrates through me.

His hands wander, skimming over my hips, sliding up to tease my breasts, sending shivers racing across my skin. Each touch is like a spark, lighting me up from the inside. ‘Tell me how bad you want this,’ he murmurs into my ear, picking up the pace and pushing me closer to the edge.

‘I want it, Enzo, don’t you dare stop,’ I manage between gasps, completely caught up in the rush.

‘That’s my girl,’ he replies, his voice dripping with approval and a hint of something more tantalizing on the horizon. He shifts slightly, his cock hitting a spot that has me crying out loud. ‘You like that?’ he teases, knowing full well he’s just flipped a switch that has my entire body buzzing.

‘Yes, yes, keep going, right there,’ I practically shout, lost in the wave of sensations he’s stirring up. The lack of sight makes every sound amplified—the slap of skin on skin, his heavy breathing, the soft praises he throws my way—all of it wraps around me, tightening the already intense atmosphere.

‘You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?’ he commands, his voice thick with desire. ‘I want to feel you come undone.’

Driven to the brink by his words, I’m spiraling, fast and hard, toward another release. ‘Enzo, I’m—’

‘Let go. Give me every part of you,’ he pushes, his rhythm relentless. The pressure builds to a peak, a delicious tension that needs release. When it breaks, it’s explosive, sweeping me up in a wave of pure ecstasy. I scream out, shaking under the force of it, utterly consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

As I float back down from that peak, Enzo unties me and peels off the blindfold, his touches soft and soothing. He pulls me into his arms, his embrace a warm sanctuary. ‘You were perfect,’ he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. Wrapped up in his arms, I feel not just satisfied but genuinely adored, completely transformed by the wild ride he just took me on.

Enzo’s gaze locks onto mine, a mischievous glint in his eyes. ‘Ready for more?’ he asks. His voice is a low, tempting drawl that suggests the night is far from over.

I nod, and he guides me, using his strength to bend over the edge of the bed. The position exposes me, heightening my anticipation and vulnerability.

He starts with firm, measured spanks, each one landing with a precision that sends a shockwave of pleasure through me. The sound of his hand against my skin mixes with my sharp gasps, creating a rhythm that pulses through the room. With each spank, warmth spreads across the area, the stinging sensation blending into a deep, aching thrill.

Between each sharp swat, he traces his fingertips over the heated skin, the gentle touch contrasting sharply with the intensity of the spanks.

‘Tell me what you want,’ he commands, his voice rough around the edges before pausing, leaving the air in the room waiting for my unspoken desires.

‘More,’ I find myself begging, pushed to a state of frantic need by his dual assault of sting and caress.

Enzo lines himself up behind me, his presence all-encompassing.

‘Remember, you don’t finish until I say so,’ he warns in that deep, commanding tone as he slides into me from behind. His hands clamp down on my hips, yanking me back against him hard. The sensation is electric, amplified by his firm words and the thrill of anticipation.

His grip is iron on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin with deliberate force, asserting his total control. He sets a pace that’s relentless yet perfectly measured. Each thrust is deep and thorough, designed to push us both to the edge but keeping the peak just out of reach.

The room fills with the sounds of our physicality—the rhythmic creak of the bed, our heavy breathing, and the satisfying sounds of him moving inside me. The air is thick with the scent of our arousal, a tangy and heady aroma that just ramps up my desire even more.

His angle hits all the right spots within me, each movement sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body. His dominance isn’t just physical—it’s mental, too, magnifying every sensation. Under his control, I’m floating in this crazy, delicious limbo, dancing right on the edge of an intense climax but held back by his sheer will.

‘Beg me again,’ he commands, his voice thick with dominance and a hint of raw need as he feels my response to his relentless pace.

‘Please, Enzo, please let me come,’ I plead, my voice desperate and raw. The plea seems to fuel his desire even more, and he increases his intensity, driving both of us toward a climactic edge.

Finally, sensing my overwhelming need and perhaps deciding I’ve earned it, he growls, ‘Now. Come for me now.’ His words release me, and I explode into a powerful climax that seems to ripple through every fiber of my being. He follows, his own release overtaking him as he spurts his hot seed deep into my womb.

As we both catch our breath and lay together in a tangle of sweaty, satisfied bodies, the room around us seems impossibly still, the scent of our mingled desire filling the space.

After our intense session, Enzo wraps his arms around me in the perfect way he always does after we play. I curl up against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his body enveloping me in safety.

As I snuggle closer, the thought that a baby is growing inside me fills my head. The reality of it sends a chill through me, warring with the post-orgasmic glow. We’ll need to be careful, maybe dial back on our adventures and keep things on the softer side. The responsibility feels immense all of a sudden.

Enzo, ever so attuned to me, senses the shift in my mood. “Is everything okay?” he asks, his voice laced with concern as he brushes a lock of hair from my face.

I hesitate, not ready to dive into the real worry gnawing at me. “I’m fine, it’s just … I’m worried about the situation with my dad,” I say instead, leaning into the comfort of his touch.

He kisses my forehead gently, his lips reassuring. “You and your mom are safe now, Mandy. Here, with me. I’ll make sure nothing happens to either of you,” he promises solemnly.

A small smile tugs at my lips as I look up at him. There’s no doubt in my mind that Enzo means every word. He’s a fortress, a protector. But the broader picture looms large—what does life hold for me now? For us? For this tiny, new life I’m carrying?

The questions whirl around in my mind, but I push them aside. Right here, in Enzo’s arms, I feel safe, cared for, and cherished. The future, with all its uncertainties, can wait until morning.

Tonight, I’m here with him, and that’s all that matters.