Dirty Moans With My Husband's Father

Episode 4

ANTONIO

I stare at the figures presented on my desk, but God knows I'm not seeing s**t. The only thing in my head is her face and her pink p***y looking all munchy and ready for me last night.

I had the longest and best night of my life last night and now I can't focus on my work because I can't stop thinking about it.

Everything that happened in that restroom was f*****g great. But last night was something else. Something straight out of Heaven. Filling her up with my c*m over and over was the f*****g best thing that ever happened to me.

Who'd believe I'd get the chance to do that? She's been my obsession for years and I never thought I'd truly get the chance to have her. Last night was a f*****g dream come true.

“Capo,” the voice and a finger tap on my table snap me out of my erotic daydream. I look up and realize I zoned out in the middle of a conversation.

“SÌ? (Yes?)” I reply briskly, switching back to my boss' mood. Lord help me but I f*****g need to focus.

“It's clear he tampered with the money,” Lucius pointed out. He's my personal assistant. And we're deliberating on an important issue.

Right.

I stare at the ledger one more time and he did tamper with the money. These fools never learn. Until they're dead and rotting away.

“Where the f**k is he?”

“Well, he was last seen in a nightclub at Borghi. I think he's hiding from you.”

A man steals from me and goes into hiding? That's stupidity. Doesn't make f*****g sense. Because there's no place on earth safe enough to hide from me.

I throw the ledger to the side and take a deep breath. “You know what to do. Haunt his ass. Haunt his family. Haunt everything and everyone he cares about. I want to know he's completely ruined before the sun sets.”

“You got it, capo.” he grabs the ledger. “Your son is hosting another gambling party in one of the nightclubs tonight.”

That reckless i***t!

“Hasn't he learned his lessons? The last one ended in a mess. We had to clear off two dead bodies in the nightclub. The f*****g authorities got involved!”

“He says he's being more careful this time.”

“He doesn't need to be any more careful. He just needs a f*****g brain. That stupid boy!” I spit out angrily.

How the f**k did I give birth to such a reckless bastard?! If he wasn't my son, I'd have killed him a long time ago for all the stress he's put me through. Lo giuro su Dio! (I swear to God!)

“Calmati, capo,”

“Of course, I'm calm. If I wasn't, I'd go over there and blow his brains out!”

I sniff in anger but the soft vanilla scent that wafts into my nostrils makes my eyes widen.

I quickly turn to the door and there she is dressed like a f*****g seductress in that lacy dress, curled black hair, and knee-length boots.

Holy Mother of God. But if I ever get to the point of killing my stupid son, it'd be because of her. Definitely because of her.

My d**k stretches in my pants. I'm not even touching her yet but my d**k is already getting too excited.

Lucius turns and sees her too. He looks at me like he's wondering what she's doing here. I'm just as confused. She's never been into my office.

I mean, I love the surprise but yeah, what's she doing here?

“Bruno demanded that I give you this letter.” She explains nervously, handing the letter to Lucius. She tries to leave and I feel my heart drop.

“Wait!” I quickly blurt out. She halts and turns around to look at me. Those eyes will be the death of me.

“He's letting you know about the gambling. Probably because he's scared to tell you in person.” Lucius explains after he finishes going through the letter.

And he sent her to be the one to deliver the letter. So if I do lose my temper, she'd be on the receiving end. He's a f*****g coward! Can't believe he's my son.

“Lucius, please excuse us,” I tell him. He nods quickly and leaves the office.

I stare at her seconds unsure of what to say. I'm trying not to stare any lower from her face. I'm afraid my d**k will burst in my pants.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask, awkwardly.

She nods. “Yes.”

“Have you had breakfast?”

“Yes.”

I don't know what else to say. It's not helping that she's not giving me a welcoming vibe.

We've had s*x on two different occasions and she's still very cold with me. She's different in bed, I must say. She's excited. She's fun. But when it comes to having real conversations like this, she treats me like I'm some alien and I don't understand that.

Do I always have to pin her on the bed with my d**k inside her for me to see the exciting part of her? To make her loosen up to me?

“I should leave.”

“Olivia, wait,” I call out desperately.

She sighs and turns around. “What is it?”

“I wanna talk to you.”

“We have nothing to talk about.”

“Say that again?”

“I said we have nothing to talk about,” she repeats firmly.

My jaw clenches angrily. She just knows how to effortlessly infuriate someone.

“Sure. Well, come take this. Give it to my son.” I say, grabbing a random paper from the table and stretching it over to her.

She gives me a skeptical look. I keep my best poker face. She finally takes steps forward away from that damned door.

She barely touched the paper when I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my arms.

Her shriek was silenced by my demanding kiss on her lips. I push her to the table and lift one of her legs onto it.

I move her panties out of the way while my fingers delve inside. She moans out but my lips have hers locked in.

Lucius is right outside that door. I don't have all the time in the world for foreplay. So I get right into business, f*****g her intentionally with two fingers. Until she's shaking and convulsing like she was hit by a hurricane.

“Is this the only way I can have you?” I whisper in her ears. “Why can't we have normal conversations?”

She doesn't say a word. She's still panting from the orgasm she just had.

“I don't want to have just erotic moments with you, Olivia. I want to be fully involved in your life. What do I gotta do for you to let me in? Please?”