Page 23 of Masked & Mine
There’s no way in hell I’m going to watch this without having my cock in my hand. Mar’s dirty talk is top-tier. Looking over at both of them beside me, they’re looking back at me, trying to gauge how I’m feeling about this. “I’m hard as a rock right now. I’m fine with this—more than fine, actually. I just don’t know how much longer I can go without having my dick in my hand.” The nausea I felt earlier going right out the window.
Mar gets down on her knees in front of the couch and crawls over to me. Hands running up my thighs, she palms my cock in my sweats. She drags her hands up towards the waistband of my pants, freeing my cock. It points straight at her, begging to be sucked. I really want to watch her, but I can’t takemy eyes off the TV. I want to know exactly what they did to me last night and hear every single filthy word that came out of their mouths.
“Watch and let us take care of you,Papochka. We can make you feel good now. Just like we did last night. I don’t want you coming until Mack allows you to, okay?” She takes my cock in the back of her throat. No teasing or lead-up. Mack grabs the side of my face and pulls me into a searing kiss. I melt into the kiss for a moment, and then my attention is pulled back to the TV.“Do you want me to peg you, Luchik?”
I look at Mack and ask him, “Did she peg you last night, and I missed it?”
“No, daddy, she didn’t have her toys with her. She’s bringing them next time, though.” He responds with the utmost enthusiasm.
Mar’s looking up at me with my cock still in her mouth, and she shoots me a wink. God damn, she’s so powerful with my dick stretching that hot, wet mouth of hers.
Pulling my attention away from how she’s working my cock, I look back up at the screen before I shoot down her throat embarrassingly fast.
I see Mack moving out of the corner of my eye. He runs his hands down Mar’s back and slides himself behind her. He flips her t-shirt up and exposes her bare ass. I let out an unashamed groan. “Fuck, Mar,your ass is to die for. Your whole body is perfect.” I say, running my hand over her face. She takes me all the way to the back of her throat once again. Gagging with spit running down her chin and onto my balls.
Thoroughly enjoying her, I am pulled back to the sound of Mack talking in the video.“König, I wish you could see this devil choking on your fat cock. Do you feel that, Daddy? Her drool’s running down onto those balls. Fuck, Mar, get his ass ready. I have to have it tonight.”God damn, that was hot. They almost have this rushed sense to them in the video. Maybe it was the excitement of the whole situation, but this video is hot as fuck.
“It’s even better right now, Mack. She’s doing the same exact thing, except I’m seeing it twice. Lay down; let her sit on your face.” He moves to lie down on the ground, scoots her legs apart, and slides into position. He locks his arms around her legs, pulling her down.That’s my boy. “Mmm, good boy.”
“Mack, baby, I’m about to cum,” I pant out. “Please.”
He comes up for air long enough to get out. “Not until Mar does.”
Fucker.
Mar starts sucking like she wants to win a state championship. I’m trying to pull her off, but she’s not having it. I think Mack added a few fingersbecause she’s grinding on his face even harder. “Come on, Mack. She’s trying to make me cum. The dirty talk in the video are making it even harder.” I’m met with silence. Fuck, they both love this shit.
I’m stuck saying the last thing I know that could possibly work. “Look at you, Mar, sucking my fat cock like the fucking whore you are.” I hear Mack groan, and she lets out the smallest whimper, slowing her sucking slightly. It’s enough for me to hold off, so I keep going. “You like being our little whore that we share, don’t you? You love the power, but you love it even more being able to use that power while you’re on your knees, milking an orgasm out of me. Do you want my cum, little devil? Making me come while I’m here watching you ride me while I was drugged on screen and riding my boyfriend’s face right here in front of me.”
Mack grabs his cock, gives it a squeeze, and starts pumping it up and down at a punishing pace. With a quivering scream and our names on her tongue, Mar is the first to come.I can get used to that.Mack is right behind her, shooting his load all over his stomach and chest. That sets me off, and I shove my cock further into Mar’s throat as far as I can, and I grunt, “Swallow. Every. Last. Drop.”
She pulls herself off me with such a wicked gleam in her eyes. She straddles my lap and taps the side of my face. I give her a weary look and part my lips asI let her spit my cum into my mouth. Mack’s on his knees, watching the show with the widest smile. He swipes two fingers through his own orgasm. Gathering it on his fingers and shoving it into my mouth as well. Then he licks those same fingers with such a sweet-sounding hum.
Shrugging his shoulders and winking,he says, “Had to have all of us in there.”
Satan, what did I do to deserve these two?
We finished showering as we took turns washing each other off. Aftercare is my favorite part, and I usually am the one who takes care of Mack, but I love that we’re all taking care of each other. In our own ways.
We finished the video… I was rock hard again when it ended. The shower didn’t help that ache at all, with both of them rubbing all over my body. The last twenty-four hours have been a complete whirlwind in the best way possible. I hate to say it, but Mar fits right in with us. Especially after all that happened last night. The amount of trust I have for this woman now is so indescribable. She didn’t even flinch when I threw that off-the-wall fantasy out there yesterday. Then made it come to life a couple of hours later.
They explained all that happened after the filming was over as well. It warms my icy heart that they took care of me last night. Especially when they fucked me into oblivion. That reminds me of that nagging question that’s still yet to be answered. “Mar, what the fuck was that shit with Marcello last night?”
“It wasn’t anything.”
“Bullshit. We’re not going to be in whatever this situation is without knowing the full story.” I command, waving my hands around. “Are you in danger? Does that now put us in danger? Marcello’s a client of mine, but I wouldn’t put anything past that man. He’s a dangerous man. He gets what he wants, and he ends anything standing in his way. Lives included.”
“I don’t tell many people this, or really anyone, but I’m also tired of carrying all the burden on just my shoulders.” She sounds exhausted. “My father, Igor, runs the Russian mafia here. As you’re aware, I’m sure that after living in Vegas for longer than five minutes, Marcello Barone runs the Italian mafia here in Vegas. He’s at the top of all the mafias. Meaning they all report to him. He gives them territory and certain things with which they can deal. Guns, specific drugs, brothels—you get the idea. It hasn’t always been that way, though.” She looks off at thewall. Stuck in a memory. “My father used to have all the power over the airport and the port manager. Any shipments coming into this city, he had power over. Marcello’s father ran their name into the dirt. Rumor has it that one of my dad’s men killed Marcello’s father. We don’t know who really did it, but Marcello took over the Barone family when I was younger and knocked my dad out as headman in charge.” She says with a nonchalant shrug like any of this is normal shit to be talked about. “Of course there’s a ton of history; this was ten years ago at this point, but that pretty much sums up all of it.”
“Wow. Okay, so why the hell did he have to fire you from Sins?” She flinches at my words. Fuck, she’s still hurt over losing that job. “Why were you even working there, actually, if you are Miss Mafia Princess?” That was the wrong wording. Shit, she looks murderous right now.
“That’s what I was trying to find out last night. Vincent, the owner of Sins, didn’t give me a reason. I don’t question that crazy fucker, though. He’s even more unhinged than Marcello. That’s his enforcer. Blood’s on his hands constantly. I’m glad I was just fired, not killed, and dumped somewhere.” She approaches me slowly, giving the impression that she wants to give me a kiss or do something sweet. But her hand swings up, gripping tightly around my neck.Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.
“Call me a mafia princess again, and you won’t see your next day.” I give her a nod, and she releases me.
Mack chimes in, “That was hot as fuck, but have you been in contact with your father?”
“I don’t talk to that misogynistic piece of shit.” She spits.