Texting Mr. Mafia – Text Me You Love Me Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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Licking her faster, I move one hand to her entrance, keeping my other on her ass. I circle her hole as I claim her clit with my tongue. Her walls flutter for me like she’s so excited she can barely contain it.

Her moans get more intense when I slide my finger in, just a little, enough to feel how tight she is. Enough to feel how fucking good she’s going to feel when I drive my dick into her. She’s going to squeeze me so hard, like she’s coaxing the come out of me, and her body knows this ends with a family.

I finger her tight hole as I lick her clit. Her moaning gets frantic and breathy, as if she’s barely holding on. I move even faster, chasing her orgasm, needing to hear her release, needing to feel it. When she comes for me, her pussy will get even more soaked, even better to take my dick.

She nervously strokes her hand over my head when I start finger fucking her faster. I’m licking her clit so fast it’s like I’m trying to set her on fire. Her moans are sharp breaths now like she’s drowning in pleasure. I’ll never get tired of hearing that noise.

When she finally lets it all go, my cell phone starts to ring. Her body is vibrating and pulsing with pleasure, my ringtone playing all the while. Once she’s done, she sits up, her face and neck red, like the euphoria is spreading.

She glances anxiously at my phone. She doesn’t have to tell me what’s on her mind. This could be news of her mom.

“Let me shut this crap off,” I say. “Then you’re taking every goddamn inch.”

I grab my phone. Dammit. It’s Luca. It could be important. Answering it, I say, “What?”

I know it’s serious when he doesn’t make a joke. He’d typically say something like, What crawled up your ass and died? But his voice is grim. “We’ve found your lady’s mom, but we need backup. She’s in a crack den, and it’s teeming with the filth.”

“Have you been inside yet?”

“No.”

“Then how do you know she’s there?”

“Got a look through the rear window,” he says. “There’s at least thirty men in there. It’d probably be okay, but you know what druggies are like. They’re too cracked out of their heads to know they should be afraid of the Marinos. I’d feel better with more men, not that I’m scared, obviously.”

I smirk. “Obviously. Drop me a pin. I’ll be there soon.”

“Good. I’ve got some more men coming, too. Should be an easy job.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

When I hang up, I see Scarlet pulling on her pants. I give her a look, and she says, “I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not,” I growl. “I’m not risking you getting hurt.”

She stands up and marches right up to me. “I’m coming!”

I move in front of the door, staring down at her. She looks so sassy and strong. “You’re staying here. We can waste time arguing about it, or you can sit your ass down.”

She takes another step forward and puts her hand on my chest. “Dad’s g-gone, and now you won’t even let me help.”

“You can help by staying here,” I snarl. “You’ve never done this kind of work before. You won’t be able to do anything.”

My dick is still hard, especially when she bites her lip. She looks so damn captivating. If she somehow, in a warped world, wanted to carry on now, I’d leap on her. My instincts wouldn’t let me do anything else. I’d pound her soaked hole until I had nothing left to give.

“Sit down,” I tell her firmly.

She takes a step back and lowers her gaze. “So I’m your prisoner now, am I?”

“Call yourself whatever you want,” I say, “but I’m not putting you in danger. That’s the whole reason you’re here, so I can keep you safe.”

She drops onto the bed and glares up at me. “Fine, but please, just bring her back.”

“I will,” I tell her, and I mean it.

CHAPTER 17

Scarlet

I lie in bed, my phone clasped tightly in my hands. I’m texting my friend, Charlotte, but I haven’t told her anything about what’s happening. I’m talking to her about her college course and nothing else. I wouldn’t even know how to start explaining any of this.

Dad dead, Mom missing, my world spinning over and over and over.

I was almost relieved when the cell phone rang, interrupting our steaminess. The orgasm was like nothing I’ve ever experienced, so intimate. His tongue was so hot. I was right. It helped me forget, but once the orgasm began to come to an end, I had to think about the next bit—going all the way. He still doesn’t know just how inexperienced I am.

Changing text conversations, I send Elio a message. Any updates?

We’re surrounding the location now, he replies. Your mother seems to be on some sort of opium. She looks really out of it. There are a few men in there who seem to be on meth, properly amped up. We’re going to approach this slowly and cautiously, but I promise I’ll get her out of here.


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