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

I know it’s the wrong thing to do, but the moment Enzo’s lips crash into mine, I’m toast.

His kiss is demanding and urgent, and every logical thought flies out the window. His hands move all over my body with a possessive urgency, squeezing my breasts through the thin fabric of my shirt. I gasp into his mouth, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

His other hand slides between my legs, rubbing me through my shorts and panties.

Oh, Lord, the heat pooling there is making me lose my mind. I should stop this and push him away, but who am I kidding? My body is betraying me, arching into his touch, craving more of the delicious pleasure only he can give.

“You’re so beautiful, Mandy. So fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice low and seductive. Shivers run down my spine, making me wetter by the second. He kisses a trail down my neck, nipping at my skin, and I moan, gripping his shoulders for support.

The room feels like it’s spinning, my senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the smell of him, the sound of his voice driving me absolutely wild.

“You want this, don’t you?” he whispers, pressing harder against me. My hips buck involuntarily, my body answering for me. I’m so close to losing control; the pressure building inside me is almost unbearable. “You wanted this from the second I stepped into this place.”

“Yes,” I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I want this.”

He grins against my skin.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, slipping his hand under the waistband of my shorts. My breath hitches as his fingers find my wetness, stroking me just right. I’m trembling, my body on fire, and I cling to him, lost in the sensations he’s creating.

His fingers move faster, his touch more insistent, and I feel myself teetering on the edge. He spreads my lips with his fingers, sliding inside of me, rubbing my clit perfectly with his thumb.

“Come for me, Mandy,” he urges, his voice a husky command that sends me over the brink. With a cry, I shatter, my body convulsing in pleasure as he holds me close, whispering sweet, dirty words in my ear.

When I finally come back to reality, I notice his erection tenting his slacks, and a wicked grin spreads across my face.

Licking my lips, I look up at him, and he grins back, a glint of desire in his eyes.

‘Get on your knees,’ he commands. I don’t hesitate, dropping to the floor in front of him. He takes control, guiding me closer, his hands firm yet gentle on my shoulders. I reach up, fingers trembling with anticipation as I pull down his slacks and boxer briefs, revealing his impressive manhood.

My lips part as I tease him, my breath warm against his skin. I start with gentle kisses, my lips brushing lightly over the tip, feeling him twitch in response. He tastes salty and slightly sweet, a heady mix that drives me wild. I swirl my tongue around the head, savoring the taste of him, my eyes flicking up to meet his as I take him in deeper.

‘That’s it,’ he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. His hand tangles in my hair, not pushing but guiding, a subtle encouragement that sends a thrill through me.

I take him deeper, my tongue dancing along his shaft, tracing the veins that pulse under my touch. I hollow my cheeks, creating a delicious suction as I bob my head, taking him in and out at a steady rhythm. My hand wraps around the base, stroking in time with my movements, adding to the sensation.

Enzo groans, his grip tightening on my hair. ‘God, you’re incredible,’ he breathes, his hips starting to move in sync with my mouth. I hum around him, the vibration making him shudder, spurring me on.

I take him deeper, relaxing my throat and allowing him to slide in further. My tongue continues to work, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft with flicks and strokes. I pull back slightly, letting him feel the contrast of cool air before diving back in, my mouth warm and welcoming.

With each movement, I become more confident, finding a rhythm that drives him crazy. I can feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming ragged, his moans louder. I increase the pace, my hand and mouth working in perfect harmony to bring him to the edge.

‘Just like that. Don’t stop,’ he gasps, his body tensing as he teeters on the brink. I look up at him, my eyes filled with desire, and take him as deep as I can, my tongue pressing firmly against him, pushing him over the edge into bliss.

I’ve got Enzo right at the brink, tasting the saltiness of his precum on my tongue. His breathing is ragged, his muscles tense, and I know he’s seconds away from losing control. But just before he explodes, he pulls me up, wrapping my hair around his hand and gently guiding me to my feet.

“I’d love to watch you drink me,” he mutters. “But I’ve got other things in mind.”

With that, he deftly peels off my shorts and panties, then my shirt. He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me over to the wall. My back presses against the cool surface, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from our bodies.

Enzo positions himself at my entrance, and with one powerful thrust, he fills me completely. I gasp at the sudden, overwhelming sensation. He’s thick and hard, and every inch of him stretches me to my limit. The friction is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

He moves with a relentless rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate, driving me wild. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he claims me with every powerful stroke. The pressure builds inside me, an intense, delicious ache that makes me crave more.

“God, you feel so good,” he groans.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, deeper, and I can feel every ridge and vein of him as he moves within me. It’s like he was made to fit me, every thrust hitting that perfect spot.

My body responds to him instinctively, meeting his movements with equal fervor. The sensation of him sliding in and out, the way he fills me completely, is intoxicating. I’m lost in the moment, consumed by the intense connection between us.

Enzo’s pace quickens and I can feel the tension coiling tighter inside me, ready to snap. He grinds against me, his pelvis pressing against my clit, adding another layer of pleasure that pushes me closer to the edge.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice a rough, possessive whisper that sends goosebumps over my skin. His words are a promise, a claim, and in that moment, I know it’s true. I’m his, completely and absolutely, and the thought sends me spiraling into ecstasy as the tension inside me finally snaps, pleasure crashing over me in waves.

As Enzo slides out of me, I immediately feel the loss, my body craving him back inside. The emptiness is almost unbearable, and I reach for him, desperate to continue.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he asks.

I gesture with a nod of my head. “Mine’s right over there.”

He grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and gives my rear a playful swat. The sharp sting sends a delicious shiver through me, and I bite my lip, loving the sensation of his hand on my ass.

He leads me to the bedroom, his grip firm and possessive. Once inside, he ups the dominance, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to the bed. He lays me down on my back, pinning my hands above my head with his, his body hovering over mine.

Enzo looks incredible, his muscles taut and glistening with a sheen of sweat. His eyes are dark with desire, his jaw set with determination. Every inch of him exudes power and control, sending a thrill through me and making my heart race.

“All fucking mine,” he growls again.

He holds my hands firmly, his grip unyielding, as he lowers himself onto me. The weight of his body pressing against mine is intoxicating, the feel of his skin hot and smooth. He’s all hard muscle and raw strength, and I melt beneath him, my body responding eagerly to his touch.

Enzo’s eyes lock onto mine, his gaze an intense possessiveness that makes my pulse quicken. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re going to take everything I give you,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiles, a wicked curve to his lips, and I feel a surge of desire. He positions himself at my entrance, teasing me with just the tip before thrusting in deep. The sensation is overwhelming, the perfect combination of pleasure and pressure.

His hands continue to grip mine tightly, keeping them pinned above my head, and his hips move with a relentless rhythm. Each thrust is powerful and controlled, driving me wild. I can feel every inch of him inside me, stretching me, filling me completely.

His eyes never leave mine, his gaze intense and probing. “You feel so good,” he groans.

The way he moves, the look in his eyes, the feel of him inside me—it’s all too much. I’m lost in the sensation, my body arching beneath him, desperate for more. Enzo’s dominance and his control drive me crazy, making me crave every bit of him.

“Please,” I beg, my voice barely more than a whisper.

My body tightens around him, and I can feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. With a cry, I shatter, waves of ecstasy washing over me. Enzo’s grip on my hands tightens, his movements becoming more erratic as he chases his own release.

He buries himself deep inside me, his body tensing, and I can feel him pulsing, filling me with his warmth. His groan of pleasure is low and guttural, sending a shiver through me. The sensation of him finishing inside me is overwhelming, leaving me breathless.

As the aftershocks of our orgasms subside, Enzo collapses on top of me, his weight a comforting presence. He rolls to the side, pulling me close. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight, and I nestle against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Part of me can’t believe I ever left him. The connection we share, the way he makes me feel—it’s like nothing else. But another part of me knows it was the right thing to do. I think about the conversation I overheard in his office and the secrets he’s keeping from me, and I’m more confused than ever.

Enzo shifts and then sits up, gazing at me with a strange expression. His brow furrows and he seems to be searching for something in my eyes.

‘What’s up?’ I ask, my voice soft and uncertain.

‘There’s something different about you,’ he says, his tone filled with curiosity. ‘A glow.’

My eyes widen and I can feel my heart skip a beat. I wonder if he’s somehow detected my pregnancy. The thought sends a wave of panic through me, but I force myself to stay calm.

‘Glow?’ I echo, trying to sound casual. ‘What do you mean?’

He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from my face. ‘You just … you look different. Happier, maybe. More radiant.’

I bite my lip, my mind racing. Could he really have figured it out? I haven’t told anyone yet, not even my mother. The conversation I overheard plays in my mind again, and I feel a knot of fear and uncertainty tighten in my chest.

What now?