Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 01

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The older lady eyed me suspiciously. Her gaze was powerful. The dark mascara and eyeliner surrounded by her tan, olive skin gave her the look of a Greek goddess who stared with piercing eyes. Not wanting to relinquish weakness after being insulted for my age, I didn’t break eye contact either. The long seconds ticked by as the seductive trail of smoke drifted up from the cigarette in her fingers.

Finally, her eyes softened, and her lips curved slightly. “And what is it that you do?” she asked, taking a slight drag from her smoke.

I racked my brain for the brief second I had for consideration, trying to come up with a clever answer, but when none arrived, I went the other way.

“I hurt people who need hurting. I protect people who need protecting,” I said.

Marlene smiled, showing off her wondrous white and straight teeth as she ashed her cigarette in a tray, “I like you, Michael. Tell me, are you going to be working all night?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.

“Good. That’s good. I will feel better knowing you are outside my door.” Marlene’s smile somehow changed to a laugh to a joke I didn’t hear.

“Goodnight, ma’am,” I said, stepping backward and trying to leave professionally.

I closed the door and stood with my back to the door for several minutes before the sounds began. Light moans and flinted-pitched gasps. I could hear the gorgeous cries of Marlene’s voice as she masturbated. She did not try to hide the pitch of her voice. She wanted me to listen ...

... for a reason, and it was working. My cock stirred in my pants despite all efforts to stop it. Marlene, as I felt my cock flex against my pants.

Only minutes passed before I heard something else—my name.

“Michael,” she whispered. Like it was an enchantment of some kind. “Michael.”

There was no fear in her voice. No panic. I knew why she beckoned me when I turned to face the door. Taking a deep breath, I thought not to enter. Just to ignore her call. But my body moved like it had a mind of its own. Opening the door, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

Chapter Five

Marlene looked up at me from her bed. The covers were a mess beneath her. Her legs were strewn apart. Her inner thighs glistened. The moonlight from the window cast a white glow over the woman’s olive skin. Shadows covered her eyes, but I knew she’d stared at me. With every step closer, I walked closer to her. The woman inched lower on her bed. The same sexy red dress still draped from her body.

The woman looked up at me as she extended her hand and gently petted the crotch of my suit pants. With slow strokes of her palm, she brought my cock to life, and I felt it grow in my pants. All the while looking up at me with her haunted ocean-blue eyes. One of her black strands of hair looped down her forehead over her cheek, beckoning me to reach out. Brushing the hair away, he cupped her cheek and felt the woman tilt her head into his hand. She bit her lip as she groomed his cock harder, forming ...