MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 107: Cum On Your Fingers

Angelia

"Which one do you want? The vibrator or the dildo?" Marshall asked, his voice calm like he was asking me to choose between which type of food I wanted for dinner.

I had looked at the table, containing the items earlier so I already knew my answer.

"The vibrator, sir." I said Breathily, he gave it to me but didn't let go when I reached for it.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, sir." I responded without thinking.

At this point, I was growing accustomed to their way and knew what they wanted from me. With a nod, he let me have it and returned to his position behind me.

"I want you cuming on your fingers, three of them this time while you use the vibrator on the clit." He whispered into my ear.

His words got me more worked up than I already was, a shudder went through my body as he spoke. Having not used this particular toy before, lifted it to look at the setting. It was pretty basic with one button to turn it off and on and two to change the settings to either speed it up or

slow it down. It started on the lowest setting by default and the sound drowned out my shallow breathing. Maybe he had chosen one that was loud just so it would bring even more attention to me and what was happening.

My stomach tensed as I brought the tip of the vibrator to my pussy, I circled my weeping cunt and gathered my juice before placing it on my clit.

"Oh my goodness," I whimpered at the intense feeling and it was only on the lowest setting.

My other hand went back to my wet entrance, the stretch was more significant this time and I bit

lip as I pressed three

them," he urged

much they

he meant for me to look at Riccardo and Kingston or if he

Cum On

to do that yet so I kept my eyes trained on my men as I fucked myself with my fingers. The crowd had been quiet through all of this or maybe I had just been too distracted to notice any sound made by them. To be honest, I had blocked them out almost completely, they were only shadows

vibrator, I will tell when it is enough." He instructed, done

button that sped up the vibrator twice, I got up to five until he was satisfied. A cry ripped out of my lips at the intensity of it all, I fucked myself harder and feeling the impending climax. Even above the toy's sound, I heard the wet sound of my fingers going in and out. Right before I was about to cum, I looked up. I really looked at the strangers, a few men were hard and a couple of women were pressing their thighs together. It was empowering to see the effects this had on them. Their eyes were hungry, although not as hungry as my men but it still made my pussy squeeze my fingers as I neared my second orgasm. But I didn't want to look at them when I cum, no that was only reserved for my men. Meeting Riccardo's eyes, I exploded. I couldn't even think well enough to remove the vibrator as my pussy flooded the chair I was sitting on. My sight grew hazy

back, I tried to collect myself. Holy Moses, that was

can go." Riccardo's voice filled the space, my eyes were closed

legs and brought them down from the stirrups gently. Just from the gentle touch, I

did so well, baby girl. You pleased me very much." He kept his voice calm as he praised

beamed, well at least on the inside but on the outside, all I could do was give a weak smile. It wasn't only the orgasm that had knocked me out but also challenging myself like this. It could take a lot out of a person to step out of their comfort zone like that. I used to feel this way when I would force myself into a store when my anxiety was at an all time high. Afterwards, I was drained. That was what I was feeling

of you." Marshall assured

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Cum

and started carrying me. Only

eyes

mine. Something squeezed in my chest as I saw the emotion in them, they were tender. Was he looking at me tenderly? And was I looking back at him

asked hoarsely, my mouth felt dry from my earlier

things ready for you and Kingston... Kingston had some stuff to take

have anything to take off, did he? He just didn't want to be here with me and that hurts a lot. I had thought we had grown closer since that night I spent at his house but maybe I had been putting too much into the small sweet things he had done for me. Maybe his cooking for me wasn't anything special, just that he likes cooking. Or the way he had

in my eyes because he was