Dario is droning on and on about family business, and it’s pretty damn hard to pay attention when I see my brat’s tits in front of me, her arms over her head causing them to appear even perkier than usual.
I drag a finger over one, hearing her shudder, then rub the other nipple until both are perfectly stiff.
“This Stefano shit is real bad, man… I’ve been telling the boss for ages… time to bring in the new guard, you know? There are cracks… he can’t hold onto power… what’s he gonna do? He doesn’t even have a grandson! Just a useless piece of shit son and an even more useless grandkid!”
I alternate tweaking, rubbing, pinching and twisting Lia’s nipples, until she’s hissing out between her teeth, and I can tell it takes everything she has to keep her arms over her head.
But when I take pity on the sore, puffy state of her nipples and instead stroke up and down her side, from her elbow down to her armpit and her waist, she jumps and then bends over, letting her arms go.
I mute the guy at the other end of the line. “Ticklish, hmm? Naughty girl. Arms up again.”
Scowling at me, she slowly lifts up her arms again, eying me with distrust. Still keeping the phone on mute, I slap a hand over one of her breasts hard, and she cries out in pain. Then I do the same to the other one.
“Logan! Ow!”
She lets go of her wrists again in pain and in surprise.
“Put them back up,” I rasp.
Once more, she obeys, slower than ever, and this time, when I start punishing her breasts again, she grits her teeth and stays still.
Until I dance my fingers up and down her armpits and sides again.
She lets out a strangled cry and hunches over.
“Naughty girl. Arms up.”
Having a naked, helpless girl in front of you sure does make these phone calls with alcohol-addled bastards a whole lot easier. I swear to god, they always seem so happy to listen to themselves rattle on for hours that they probably wouldn’t even notice it if I hung up.
“Logan? Logan?”
Ah, shit.
“Yeah?” I say, unmuting the call while admiring the pink and red marks I’ve left all over my little brat’s tits.
“Were you on mute?”
“I must’ve pressed a button. Go on.”
“What do you think about it?”
“Uh…” I stand up so my crotch is level with Lia’s mouth, then unzip my fly. Her eyes widen as she sees my swollen cock. “I think you’re right, man,” I say. “I think you’re definitely right.”
“Oh… okay. But what’s the best solution, then?”
“Hmm.” I pump my cock in my hand, angling it at her mouth. She brings down her arms, but one furious glance from me has her quickly putting them back over her head.
“Open up,” I mouth, and for someone who looks so pissed off, she sure obeys quickly.
“The best solution…” I cram my cock into her mouth, blowing out through my nose to keep from making a sound. “I think you know… what the… the best solution is.”
“I guess.”
I’m not moving, but I lock a hand around her head, keeping her mouth helplessly around my cock. I feel her throat opening and closing, her gag reflex trying and failing to work around it. Tears bubble up in her eyes and streak down her cheeks, and I bend down to lick them up.
“So, take the kid to Idaho,” he says. “Leave theputtanahere. I know Carmelo wants to see to it himself. But Carmelo is a big boy, and he needs to get over it. That’s what Coltello thinks. Coltello thinks someone should just go ahead and do it, you know?”
“Uh huh.” It’s really fucking hard not to moan out loud. Especially when I take pity on her silent gagging, or maybe, just give in to my own desperate need. My cock leaves the back of her throat, and I start pounding it into her, watching her skin change colors, from red to white back to red.