{FRANCESCO}
I watched Stephanie kneel before me, her breath rising and falling at an erratic pace. Fuck. I had dreamed of seeing her like this, but those dreams were nothing compared to the reality. The way she stared at my cock made me twice as hard. She reached out her hand, stroking my dick with the washcloth, and I threw back my head, hissing out a curse. This woman would be the end of me.
I looked at her and caught her stifling a smile. She knew damn well what her touch did to me.
"That's a naughty game you chose to play, firecracker. Very dangerous," I purred.
She grinned then, pulling the wet strands of her fiery hair off her face. "I'm married to a mafia boss. Maybe I like a little danger."
She held my cock with both hands before bringing her lips to the tip. She drew circles around the tip and I shivered. I breathed out another curse, imagining all the ways I would repay her, unless of course, I died first.
