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Homewrecker series part 7

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back as the saying goes, and Tanya was way too curious for her own good this time. Her curiosity of how a man older to her would feel on top her, how his salt and pepper beard would feel against her thighs, how his rough hands would grip her tighter with every thrust. But the satisfaction she felt when the cold metal band on his ring finger rubbed against her neck while he chokes her was enough for this little girl to grow more curious by the day.

This wasn’t the first time Tanya got stuck between choosing which dick to ride and which to ghost. But this time it was different. Luca and Mr Kline had entered her life and her body within a short span and Tanya couldn’t keep her head straight or legs closed.

Tanya woke up to an empty bed. Luca had left sometime in the night after their little story time last night. It was a lot to take in. Mr Kline seemed like a self-made man. Who could have guessed he is a made man instead.

_{(In the American and Sicilian Mafia, a made man is a fully initiated member of the Mafia. To become “made”, an associate first must be Italian or of Italian descent and sponsored by another made man)}

Luca was part of Tanya’s past, but he has gone through a shit storm himself. How did she end up in this love triangle? nonetheless a triangle with a Mafia boss and his ex apprentice. “Whatever” Tanya scoffs thinking about her luck in men this time. She gets out of bed, goes through her morning routine lazily and puts on a baggy hoodie with shorts heading for the door while dialing the phone keys to call her bestie.

“Hey what is up girl!!! Omg I need a break from this little energy bundle of a child, please tell me you are calling for a brunch date right now, I need it bitch!” Tanya rolls her eyes at her dramatic best friend. Erika was really having a tough time with her little one and a brunch doesn’t sound too bad. “Yeah, copper spot in 15? ” Tanya chirps and drives off to the café.

Tanya’s POV

I head out to the café to meet Erica and wait for her. I cant stop thinking about last night. Luca was so good, he was even better than our teenage years. Of course, we both had got much more experience from then but still having him after so long felt tantalizing and a bit of a taboo since I still have strong feelings for Mr. Kline. Yes, he was married and being with Luca was the less chaotic choice to go for. He was close to my age and single. But no matter how good he made me cum it was nothing compared to Mr. Kline dominating me. I lick my lips at the thought. Just then Erica walks in and embraces me in a warm hug.

“What is up biatch! You were daydreaming about some dick I can tell haha, c’mon spill the beans” she says wobbling her eyebrows at me. Oh only if she knew that dick I was dreaming of was of her daddy dearest. “shut up its not like that” I brush her off not wanting to indulge into it. We order our usual dishes to the cute waiter who might be slight younger to me haha how adorable I could never fuck a guy with a baby face.

“ Helllooooo Tanya are you there” Erica pretends knocking my head like a door. Shit, I had zoned out again. “Well Erika don’t freak out, but do you remember Luca from back then. Well, he is back in town again and we kinda fucked” I look at her nervously waiting for a reaction, but she just urges me to tell more “Okay maybe we fucked twice but that’s not even the worst part, he said he’s part of the mafia and Fuck I don’t  know what to do about this situation”.

Erika looks at me intently, her childish persona gone now. She looked serious like she was in a business conference.  I have never seen her like this. I straighten up in my seat trying to match her aura. “Listen Tanya, I know this will be a lot of information for you to take in. But recently after I had my little one Dad opened up about our family business with me. I knew he was into something big and not all legal stuff but we are part of the west wing of the Italian Mafia. You deserve to know since I am sure Luca may have brought it up. Just so you know, I play no part in the family business and have left it to my dad and brothers. I am not about that life. But you mean a lot to me so I had to share. Luca is a nice guy, but this world is way different that what you are used to. Mafia men can be possessive. Just be safe” she ends her monologue without taking a break for breath and just like that, goes back to her chirpy self, talking about a new salon she recently found.

Wow this is great. Everyone other than me knew about this and for the first time in life I was too stunned to speak. Its like suddenly everyone is a stranger I know nothing about. We continued our brunch quietly with small talk.

I get back home and block Lucas’s number. He was on a path of life where I felt I couldn’t stay with him long term. After all he was trying to spy on my main man. I hated Mr. Kline but I had this urge to somewhat stay loyal to him? Jeez what’s wrong with me. Them being part of the mafia didn’t really scare me that much. My parents didn’t have the cleanest of ways to mint money but still. This is going to take sometime to digest.

I wake up from my nap to a text message sent by my mom saying the Kline family has invited our family over for a housewarming party. “Hmph! The devil bought a new lair, how ironic”. I think to myself. But I miss his touch, and this might be the best housewarming present I could give him. An evil smirk forms on my face.

I wear a mini skirt paired with a silk top. I wear a thin lace bralette so that my tits can be a good tease to him and of course who needs panties when they will end up ripped anyway. I finish of remaining touches with my make up and head out to my way to hell literally and figuratively. Our car halts at the end of their long driveway and I admire their new abode. Not as big as our family house but very close. My parents walk in with locked arms and I follow behind. Mrs. Kline opens the door for us, and she looks nice… I guess. Can’t really give a shit since I’m practically going to try and suck her husband off dry tonight. No emotions need to get involved at this point.

“Oh, my dear Tanya, you look ravishing today darling” Mrs. Kline chimes as she hugs me. Ah fuck me, now I feel a little bad. I quickly smile back and move along into the house. I realize its just their family and mine. And Dinner is already set up. I enter the kitchen while my parents chat with Mrs. Kline in the living room.

I was admiring the array of fancy dishes laid out on the table when I feel someone’s gaze burning behind me. A strong hand circles my waist and I’m pulled into a tight embrace by Mr. Kline. “Someone is trying to look like a tease today ha” he says while scanning my entire body basically eye fucking me while I try not doing the same to him. I don’t know how he gets more and more attractive every time I see him, in his leather jacket with long wavy hair, his tattoos peeking around his neck, god he looks hotter than the coffee cup in his hand. I snap out of my thoughts trying not to look too interested.

“Be careful my parents are outside with your lovely wife. Wouldn’t want to break her little heart right and anyway I got my brains fucked last night by Luca, so I don’t need you now old man” I try to wriggle myself out of his grip. But he tenses and I look up to see one of the scariest intimidating looks I’ve seen. Fuck, I shouldn’t have teased him. Too late for takebacks now.

 “You did what?” He says while grabbing me by my neck almost too rough, I should be scared but it only turns me on more. “I let it go once but what the fuck are you doing with that little boy ha?” He says between gritting his teeth trying not to be too loud. He pushes me inside the nearby cabin and locks the door behind. “What do you think you are doing; they will notice we are gone” I say getting annoyed. “Shut up Tanya, answer me, how dare you fuck that little boy” He pushes me down flat on his desk and stands between my knees. He gives a warning glare when I try to get up, I submit and lay back down. “Does his dick even make you cum, does he leave you wanting more like I do? Does he eat you like I do ? ha! answer me! ” he slowly raises both my feet on opposite corners of the desk. spreading me out as much as he desires, he racks his fingers from my ankles to my inner highs sending shivers down my spine. I try to squeeze my thighs shut but he lightly smacks me right there and I spread out again like a good little girl that he likes, and to give a direct view of myself completely bare.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks looking at me “You dirty little girl, no panties ha, good. I like looking at you like this wet and helpless, now answer me” He slowly starts circling my sensitive bundle of nerves. I let out a whimper “Of course I fucked Luca I can fuck whoever I want why do you ca-“ Before I can finish my sentence he bolts two fingers into me and I arch my back to this intrusion. He starts moving them in circles never leaving his angry stare into my eyes. “You are mine Tanya, get that straight in that thick skull of yours, I forgive you this time, but remember who owns this!” he says while curving his fingers to reach a spot I didn’t know existed inside me he stays like this for what feels like an eternity of torture and pleasure and I’m driven deeper into ecstasy “Please don’t stop Mr. Kline, please I will listen to whatever you say” he slows down his pace making me whimper in annoyance. “Its Rafael from today, not Mr. Kline and answer me! who owns this baby?” He demands while entering a third finger stretching me out more.

 “ I …I amm.. mee…” I try to form a sentence “Its yours Rafael, you own me, now please I need to cum”

He smiles while withdrawing his fingers from me. I let out a whine feeling empty again craving for some friction. Fuck what is he up to. I try to raise my head to look down and I see him look me straight in the eyes as he pushes my thighs on his face and starts to consume me with his lips and his tongue all the while brushing my sensitive core with his beard. The feeling of reaching my climax is tantalizing. My eyes roll back and I grind against his face trying to reach my high and he digs in harder like an animal in heat trying to quench his thirst. I gasp into my palm trying to not be too loud while Rafael laps into my juices as I finally reach a release. I finally let go of my grip on his hair not realizing I was practically crushing him with my thighs. He looks up with my juices dripping down his beard and his hair all messy. God, he looked divine. A blush creeps into my face as I feel a bit embarrassed making the mess.

He pulls me up so now I’m sitting at his desk “Want to taste yourself baby? You are so fucking tasty” It sounds so erotic so wrong, but I kiss him, and I taste myself and it’s this exhilarating moment I feel dirty I feel empowered and used at the same time I feel like a slut, but I love it. We continue kissing and I can feel him unbuckle and position himself at my entrance. I look down between us and he pulls my chin up “Tanya, I can’t stop thinking about you, I can’t go a day without being inside you baby. I don’t know what the fuck Luca told you, but you are mine and I will keep you safe” I nod “But what about your wife?” he looks at me and I notice his pupils dilate in anger. He thrusts inside me without a warning and before I could scream with pleasure and pain, he kissed me again and I moaned into his kisses.

He continued those long and deep thrusts invading every little inch I had left to offer. He wraps my legs around his waist and lifts me while never slowing down his pounding and soon I feel a wall behind me. “Don’t ever talk about that bitch again, she will soon be outside the picture, the façade stops now. Right now all you need to know is you are mine and nobody specially that little boy can touch you like I do, you get it ?” I let out a weak “yes”, too dazed to care that he just called his marriage a façade, since I’m completely spent at this point reaching my fifth orgasm of the night. He gently puts me down and kisses my forehead. With wobbly legs I try to stand straight. He goes inside the corner of his office and comes back with a warm wet washcloth. He wipes me off gently and I try my best to digest everything he just told me while simultaneously trying not to be greedy about wanting his dick back inside me. I adjust my dress and he adjusts his tie and fixes his hair. We step outside and just then my parents and Mrs. Kline walk in. “Oh, there you are I just finished the house tour”. “Us too” Rafael flawlessly mentions, and his wife simply believes him while I try my best to not look suspicious.

I start walking towards the table and when Mr. Kline umm I mean Rafael whispers into my ears. “I think I already ate my dinner tonight” I push him away trying not to blush. Oh god. He is such a goofball how can this man be in the Mafia. That’s when it struck me, He is not just in the Mafia. He’s the Mafia Boss! And I just got myself into a world I know nothing about all for this man who has me wrapped around his dick… I mean fingers.

We sit at the dinner table saying our holy prayer before food and every word felt so ironic “And god bless us for this food on our table” everyone whispers, while all I could think of was, how I just got blessed with the biggest orgasm of my life. We finish our prayer and I am left feeling completely …… unholy.

<< To be continued >>

-Penned by : DesiG

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