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

Enzo’s preference to control the situation is undeniable. Yet, surprisingly, I feel a warm gentleness in him, a sense of safety. He lays me gently on the bed before positioning himself, his every action gauging my reactions, making sure I’m comfortable.

‘Tell me if you want me to stop,’ he murmurs against my skin, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I nod, whispering back, ‘I want this,’ with a clarity that surprises even me.

His lips explore further, venturing across my collarbone, then descending with deliberate intention, marking a path over my sensitive skin down to more intimate places.

With every kiss, his focus is intensely clear—he’s centered entirely on my pleasure. His hands are both strong and cautious. I gasp softly as his lips find new areas to worship, his touch coaxing responses from me that I’ve never known before. He spreads me open gently, licking my lower lips and sending tingles up and down my spine.

‘You taste delicious,’ he murmurs.

‘It feels so good,’ I manage to reply.

I marvel at the situation and how insane it is that this all started with a simple envelope discreetly placed beside him at the bar. That small act, born out of desperation, has led to this profound and electrifying connection.

Enzo’s attention becomes more focused, his movements precise as he continues exploring my body.

His mouth traces a path up my abdomen, then back down again, pausing at sensitive spots that make me arch my back and moan softly. His technique is meticulous—a balance of pressure and gentleness that draws out deep, stirring sensations from within me.

He shifts, positioning himself between my thighs with a confidence that only heightens the intensity of the moment. His warm breath against my skin sends anticipatory shivers through me. Then with a deliberate and expert touch, he brings me to the edge again, the tip of his tongue making slow, wonderful circles around my clit.

His tongue and lips work in harmony, pushing me further into a whirl of pleasure that crescendos into another overwhelming release. I clutch at the sheets, my body trembling under the wave of intense satisfaction that he orchestrates with such skill.

Breathless and flushed from the rush, I barely have time to recover before he positions himself over me, his strong frame shadowing mine. The look in his eyes is both questioning and intense as he leans in close, his voice low and steady.

‘Are you ready?’ he asks, giving me one final chance to pause or proceed.

My response comes without hesitation in a breathy but firm ‘Yes.’

He nods, a look of satisfaction crossing his features. With careful consideration of my inexperience, he begins. The initial movement is slow, giving me time to adjust to the new sensation.

My eyes land on his cock. I’ve never seen one in person before, and it’s huge.

I watch in fascination as his manhood pushes into me, spreading me wide as he drives inside. He goes slow, giving me time to adjust to his thickness.

As he moves, he watches my reactions, ensuring comfort while gradually building a rhythm. The physicality of the moment is intense, grounded in the sensations that sweep through me, each movement building upon the last until the room around us seems to fade away, leaving only the shared tempo of our connection.

It doesn’t take too long before he’s filled me completely.

Just like that, I’m no longer a virgin.

“Wow,” I say.

“You all right?”

I take a second to consider his question. It hurt a bit at first, but the discomfort has subsided, and nothing but ecstasy remains. Waves of pleasure spread outward from between my legs, and I squirm a bit underneath him, shifting the angle he’s buried inside.

“Yeah. I’m fine. It feels good.”

He kisses me on the curve of my neck.

“Good.”

As we continue, the intensity of the moment grows. Despite his size I find myself adjusting and accommodating him with surprising ease. His movements are considerate and measured to ensure my comfort.

Soon, his movements intensify, and his pace speeds up. He watches my reactions, gauging my responses as he brings me closer to yet another climax. The way he moves, so sure and controlled, drives me further into the throes of pleasure.

His name slips from my lips in a whisper, then a cry as he brings me to another shattering release, my body arching beneath him in a wave of ecstasy.

As the orgasm fades, he shifts us smoothly into a new position, grinning like he knows exactly what he’s doing. This time, he guides me onto my side, wrapping around me from behind. As he re-enters, the change in angle sends a fresh wave of sensations, and I can’t help but gasp.

He grabs my hand, linking our fingers as he steadies us, his other hand grasping my breast, squeezing it, teasing my nipple, and making it hard.

‘Ready for more?’ he whispers into my ear, his voice a teasing rumble.

‘As long as you’re leading,’ I shoot back, surprised at how easily I’m diving into this bold, cheeky side of myself. He laughs, a deep sound that vibrates through both of us and then he’s moving again, his pace confident and strong.

The way he drives us forward is intoxicating, each movement building up the tension until it feels like we’re both on the verge of something incredible.

As we climb higher together, the buildup spirals tighter and tighter until we both hit the peak. I focus on the sensation of his cock inside of me, stretching me, filling me.

He’s grunting hard, and even though I’m hardly an expert on men, I can tell he’s right on the verge.

The release hits us at the same time, a massive wave of pleasure that knocks the wind out of us and leaves us gasping. The orgasm rushes through me, and I can feel his cock inside, pulsing as he drains every last drop of his warm seed.

Afterward, he pulls me in close, wrapping me up in a warm embrace. He plants soft kisses on the back of my neck and along my cheek, each one gentle and reassuring. It’s exactly what I need after such an intense experience, and he seems to understand without me having to say a word.

‘It’s been one hell of a day, huh?’ he says quietly, and I nod, still catching my breath.

‘Yeah, surreal but amazing,’ I manage to say. With him here, everything else feels a million miles away.

With his arms snug around me and the warmth of his body lulling me to sleep, I feel safe and cared for. I replay the day’s wild ride in my head—a whirlwind of emotions and decisions and a whole lot of surprises about myself and what I really want.

As I drift off, my lips curve into a satisfied smile, grateful for the crazy, incredible turn my life just took.