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Narrator's POV 

Love under the mistletoe 

Massimo's and Chiara’s love story went from way back. It was a forbidden one. They knew this but yet they allowed it grow into something somewhat beautiful and dangerous.

It was a gala party on the outside but an annual meeting for Kingpins in the Mafia World. Chiara’s then husband, Alex Giuseppe was the leader. He had just married her then and she was always by his side, no matter where he went.

Massimo was still a young man. Dashing, tall and broad. Then, just learning the ways of the world under Alex. Chiara had always been a good mistress that showed him care and affection, considering the fact that Alex had brought him home as a helpless and hopeless young man.

That night, she stood beside Alex as usual and laughed at his meaningless jokes while sipping her wine. The meetings with the big shot began and she was left by herself. She continued playing the role of the hostess well and after a while, she got tired. 

Massimo could sense it from the way she massaged her temples and sighed repeatedly. For no particular reason whatsoever, he felt that she needed saving. He went to her and whispered in her ears that Alex wanted her presence at the garden.

She excused herself from the visitors and walked with him towards the garden. He didn't know whether she'll like what he did or she'd get angry but he still went ahead with his plans.

As the got closer to the garden he spoke

“I lied, my boss didn't send me, I sent myself. You look as though you could use some break there,” he had said. He expected her to be furious for sticking his nose in something that wasn't his concern but instead she smiled.

She walked deeper into the maze of trimmed flowers and inhaled the air. She looked free as a bird to him and it did things to his stomach, realising that he had a hand in making her feel that good. He felt happy as she smiled and hugged herself.

“Thank you, Mas,” she was the very first person to shorten his name like that and he loved it. She walked deeper and sat in a bench that stood under the mistletoe tree in the garden.

“Come, sit with me,” she had said, patting the empty space beside her.

“Are you happy?” Massimo asked because she looked too young to be the wife of a man old enough to be her father. “Sometimes you look so tired that my heart aches for you.”

“Why?” She had asked, looking from his eyes to his lips and then back again. Massimo tried concentrating on the question she asked but he couldn't. He loved how she was licking her bottom lips and it felt surreal to be close to something that had been on his mind since he came to the house.

Her lips.

Her bosom

Her jiggly buttocks when she walks around in her night wear.

He contemplated doing what he had always been on his mind since he came into the house–kissing her lips. His inner mind called him to attention about how dangerous it was but he refused to listen.

Massimo smacked his lips on hers as lightly as a feather and pulled back, his eyes widening in shock at the realisation of what he just did. He knows he could die if she tells on him.

“I'm..sor…sorry,” he stammered, fidgeting with his finger. At that moment, something astonishing happened.

Chiara placed her lips on his and stayed longer in the position, inviting him to make the next move. He tried controlling his urge and pulled back.

“You are my mistress. What'll happen if the boss gets a whiff of this?” 

“He won't,” just the two words and she pulled him in, kissing the hell out of him. Their tongue melt in some kind of tango and danced flawlessly. They both opened up for each other, letting their tongues and teeth roam freely. Her hands fled to his shirt, she removed his buttons quickly and played with his chiseled chest that had been messing with her head whenever she saw him working out in the house.

That kiss had been the first for Massimo but Chiara was a woman with experience. She knew he was naive but she was ready to teach him everything he needed to know. Her hands went to each of her shoulders and removed the strap of the gown she wore, letting them fall.

She watched him swallowed hard as he saw her breasts which stood perky. Her nipples had became hard from the breeze on her skin.

“Come,” she said, holding his hand and bringing it to her chest. “Press it,” she instructed and he did so. The feeling of it in his palm fascinated him and he moved closer holding both of her tits in his palm and kneading it.

No one instructed him but instinctively, he did the most reasonable thing any man would have done. He grabbed her left breast and suckled on it.

“Good boy,” Chiara moaned, pulling her head back, enjoying the moment. Her wants got the better of her, she worked her hand down to his belt and removed it. Massimo wanted to protest but she put his head deeper into her chest.

Good lord,she thought when she finally held his prick in her hand. It was big and long just like she had imagined. The only thing she could think of is how she wanted his prick buried deeply inside of her, torturing her till she cum.

Unable to keep her hands off him, she stood up. She pulled up her dress and straddled him. Holding his hardened rod in her hand, she guided it into her hole.

“Fuck Massimo. You are better than I thought.”

She held his shoulder and brought down her legs to his sides and began to ride him like a bitch. She loved how full he felt inside her. It's been a long time since she felt that way. Alex never satisfied her like she wanted and sometimes,the only thing that came to her help was her sex toys.

Being a novice at it, he cum faster than she had imagined but she gave his prick no chance to rest; she continued rocking him, slamming her vagina on his mighty rod. His mouth had left her nipples, she brought his head back, and allowed her fingers to wander to her clit. She began circling her fold, slowly at first and then faster, following the way her body demanded it.

Minutes later, she cum but she wasn't done with him. She stood up from his leg and layed down on the wet grass.

“Come, get down here, put your mouth and lick me off.” Massimo obeyed her instructions and fell on his four. From the juicy splash on her thigh to the creamy juice on her vagina, he licked everything clean and even played with her clit while on it, grazing his teeth with her clit. 

After everything was over, Chiara sat up and kissed him passionately, tasting the mixture of both of their juices on his lips.

“If this stays between us, then I'll teach you more.” That was all she said before she stood him leaving him with his thoughts but he knew that he'd never tell anyone, he wanted more of what she had taught him.