Page 80 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Sofia

I knew I had to make Niccolo fall for me even harder, and I figured sex was the best way to do it.

Although I will admit, I had an ulterior motive – which I had confessed to him in full transparency:

I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

About fucking him.

About his cock inside me.

About how hard he made me come.

Now that I’d had a taste of amazing, mind-blowing sex…

My body craved more.

My body craved him.

It was actually interfering with my ability to think and do my work.

So, yes, I was trying to manipulate him…

But I really, really wanted to get off with him, too.

No reason why both things couldn’t be true at the same time.

I’d made sure that the door to my bedroom was locked before I’d called Niccolo, and I had earphones in so no one else would hear.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as I tried to talk him into phone sex.

Even though I kept up a carefree front, deep down, I was nervous he would say no.

I’d never had phone sex. I’d never propositioned a guy for phone sex, that was for sure.

I mean, I’d never even had regular sex until two nights ago.

I felt vulnerable, which I hated…

But I figured it was worth the risk.

Oh my god, was it ever.

We chatted as he walked up to his bedroom.

Finally, I heard a door close and lock.

“Video call me,” I said breathlessly.

“Hold on,” he said, and I heard the audio change – probably as he put in earphones.

Then my phone rang. The screen showed he was trying to video call me.

I answered immediately.

He was lying on a bed, too, as he gave me a wry half-smile. “Ciao, bellissama.”

Not just Hello, beautiful…

But Hello, gorgeous.

I suddenly felt shy.

“Hi,” I said, but I smiled in spite of myself.

He licked his lips as his eyes scanned the bottom of the screen. “Let me see a little bit more of what you’re wearing.”

“Do you really want to see what I’m wearing?” I asked, then angled the phone down to my bra. “Or… what I’m not wearing?”

I moved the fabric aside and began to circle my already-hard nipple with my fingertip.

He groaned, and a look of lust filled his face.

“Show me your – ”

“No,” I interrupted. “I want to see it first.”

He grinned. “See what, exactly?”

“You know.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “Show it to me.”

He chuckled, then flipped the camera so I could see down his body.

First his white linen shirt…

And then his pants. His cock was already straining underneath the material.

“Wait,” I whispered. “Unbutton your shirt… I want to see your body first.”

He complied, his fingers undoing the buttons one by one, then finally peeling apart the two sides –

Revealing his olive skin and his toned, flat stomach.

From this angle, with the daylight streaming in through the window, his abs seemed much more defined and muscular than they had in the dim light of our Macau hotel room.

“Okay,” I whispered, licking my lips. “I want to see it now.”

His hand undid the button on his trousers…

Then unzipped the fly…

And pulled down the waistband of his black boxers.

And there it was –

His big, swollen head.

A tiny bit of pre-cum was already on the tip. When he moved his underwear away, I could see a tiny strand connected to the cloth, sparkling in the sunlight.

A groan escaped my lips.

“You like that?” he whispered in my ears.

“Uh-huh,” I murmured. “You were already turned on.”

“Yes, well, it’s not every day that the beautiful woman I’m obsessed with calls me up wanting phone sex.”

The beautiful woman I’m obsessed with.

Not going to lie:

Even if he was playing me, the words made my heart skip a beat.

“I want to see it,” I whispered. “All of it.”

His hand slipped down to the base of his cock and pushed it up to a 90-degree angle with his body –

And I groaned again as I saw the full, thick length of him.

Olive skin but slightly pinker…

The pronounced veins…

The same way that Michelangelo’s David is beautiful, with his masculine arms and big hands, Niccolo’s cock was beautiful, with its gorgeous lines and the curve of his thick, swollen head.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

I automatically put my hand down in my underwear and began rubbing my clit.

I never masturbated. I was just never turned on enough –

But seeing Niccolo’s cock like that, it got me so hot that I wanted to touch myself.

“Show me from the side,” I whispered.

The phone shifted –

And suddenly I was seeing his huge cock from the side.

He looked even thicker from this angle…

And the slight curve to his shaft made me ache to have him inside me.

Not to mention I could see the bead of pre-cum slooooowly dripping from his head to his abs.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered, and rubbed myself harder.

“What do you want now?” he asked, his voice a sexy growl.

“Stroke it for me,” I pleaded.

His hand, formerly at the base, began to move up and down his shaft.

I imagined his cock moving inside me –

Stretching my lips with his girth –

Filling me up so deep inside me –

“Are you touching yourself?” he murmured in my ear.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Show me.”

I put down the phone, slipped off my underwear, then picked up my phone and filmed my fingers parting my curls and rubbing my clit. There wasn’t much to see from this angle – but I was so wet that there was an audible schick schick schick as my fingers rubbed quickly across my clit.

But I didn’t like concentrating on filming myself. My arousal immediately began to flag.

I wanted to watch him .

He seemed to read my mind. “You know what? Show me your face instead. Prop it up against a pillow next to you and lie on your side. I want to see you when you come.”

OH.

That gave me a little thrill.

I followed his directions. Now that I wasn’t filming my pussy, I could see his gorgeous cock again.

Lying on my side was a little awkward, but I was so turned on that it still felt good.

“You want to see ME come?” he purred in my ear.

“YES,” I moaned.

“Then I’m going to need a little help from you.”

“What kind of help?”

“Tell me what you want to do to my cock.”

I suddenly felt self-conscious. “I…”

“Don’t try to entertain me. Just tell me what you want to do to me when you see it.”

I swallowed hard.

Then I started talking…

And it all just spilled out.