MAFIA'S BOSS PLAYTHING

It was still summer, and the open bar, though breezy, couldn't lighten the tension between the woman and the girl sitting by the pool.

Laura gazed at her daughter Isabella, her face lined with worry and anxiety, unsure of how to begin.

"Mom, why are we here?" Isabella asked, confused after sitting in silence for two minutes.

The table held only two bottles of water, and her mother hadn’t spoken since they arrived. They had just relocated to a new city, and Isabella was uneasy because her mother hadn't discussed their accommodations, despite her repeated questions during the journey.

Laura took Isabella’s hands, her eyes meeting her daughter's with tension. She finally spoke, "Isabella, I found you a dad."

Isabella’s reaction was one of disbelief, her eyes wide as if hearing an unfunny joke.

"What?" she exclaimed, shocked and incredulous.

"I'm sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. It’s been just us for the past eighteen years, but I’ve found someone I love. His name is Lorenzo, and he’s a good man. I think you’ll like him when you meet him. He even wants us to move in with him, so we won’t need to use our savings for accommodation," Laura rambled, her words coming out in a rush.

Isabella was speechless, and the more she looked at her mother, the more she realized how deeply in love she seemed.

She understood she couldn't persuade her mother to give up on whatever she intended to do.

"I assure you, you'll like him. Please, do it for my happiness," Laura pleaded, looking anxious and afraid that Isabella might turn her down.

Isabella sighed ruefully. She wasn't against her mom finding love, but the news was too sudden. Once she processed it, she forced a smile and said, "Where is he, Mom?"

A bright smile appeared on Laura's face, and she looked relieved.

"You'll see him soon. Give me a few minutes," Laura said, standing up after dialing a number.

She stepped out briefly, and when she returned, she brought a man with her. He was around forty, about six feet tall, with rolled-up sleeves that revealed his muscular arms. His deep brown eyes and sharply defined features exuded an undeniable allure.

However, when his gaze fell on Isabella, she felt a wave of unease, as if he could see right through her.

"Hello, I'm Lorenzo," he said, offering a handshake.

Laura leaned against him, smiling broadly like a teenager in love.

Hesitantly, Isabella extended her hand, and Lorenzo held it a moment too long, leaving her feeling uncomfortable. She quickly pulled her hand back.

"Your daughter is as beautiful as you are. My car is outside. Let's go," Lorenzo encouraged them.

After leaving the bar, the three of them drove for forty minutes before arriving at Lorenzo's house. Lorenzo was the first to step out, unloading their luggage. Laura and Isabella followed suit.

Isabella took in the surroundings: a bungalow with two trees on the side and a field in the courtyard facing the street. She followed them inside.

Inside, the living room, though simply furnished, felt cozy and mature.

"Welcome home," Lorenzo said with a smile. "Let me show you to your room, Isabella. I've set everything up just the way you like it."

Laura smiled warmly, hugging his arm. "Lorenzo, you're so thoughtful. You've done so much for us."

Lorenzo lowered his head and kissed Laura's lips, then said, "Hey, we're family now."

He winked at Laura, who smiled shyly.

Turning to Isabella, Lorenzo said, "Alright, Isabella, let me show you to your room."

Isabella nodded quietly and followed them through the doorway on the left. Two doors lined the left side, with a wall lamp facing them.

Opening the first room, Lorenzo walked in and said, "This is your room, Isabella. I've prepared it just for you."

Isabella's gaze wandered around the room. The arrangement mirrored her old room, except for a bigger bed and more electronics. The wallpaper and colors were just like before.

"Do you like it, Isabel?" Lorenzo asked, holding Laura by the waist with a smile.

She could tell her mom and Lorenzo had put a lot of thought into decorating the room. Smiling, she replied, "I love it. Thank you."

Once they had settled Isabella, Lorenzo led Laura away. As soon as they entered the room, he slammed the door behind them.

"I’ve been waiting for this moment," he said, his eyes roaming over Laura with a hungry intensity, dark and smoldering.

Before Laura could figure out what he meant, his hands cupped her face, drawing her closer as he pressed his lips against hers.

She kissed him back, and in an instant, his hands tugged at her clothes, pulling them off.

Stripped down to her bra, Lorenzo's gaze landed on it, and then his hands went behind her back to unclasp it, freeing her full breasts, with pointed nipples.

Lorenzo smirked as he looked deep into her eyes. "You want me deep inside you, right?"

He fondled her left breast while she pulled him closer, sucking on the other one. Laura's arms circled around his neck, beads of sweat coating her forehead as she gasped and moaned.

"Lorenzo, Isabel is going to hear us," she whined.

Lifting his head, Lorenzo replied, "She’ll get used to it."

He quickly unbuckled his belt, exposing his seven-inch hard cock.

"Get down on your knees and suck me!" Lorenzo commanded, pulling Laura closer.

Laura instinctively got down on her knees as Lorenzo parted her lips with his tip. He groaned excitedly as Laura ran her tongue along his shaft, slurping on it.

He groaned again, gathering her hair and pulling it back. "You’re doing great," he said in a deep voice.

When Laura took her mouth off his hard cock, she quickly stripped naked. Lorenzo pinned her over the table, his hand clasping the back of her neck.

He spanked her butt, and it trembled under his palm.

Feeling her softness, he positioned his hard cock at her wet entrance, then thrust in with one stroke.

Laura gasped and grabbed the edges of the table, pulling her hair back. Lorenzo started pumping in and out, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping and loud moans.

Isabella heard the commotion and felt a mix of confusion and curiosity. Unable to ignore the ruckus, she stepped out of her room and approached the door, knocking firmly with her fist.

"Mom, are you alright?" she called out, her voice tinged with worry.

The noise inside quieted, and Lorenzo replied playfully, "She hasn't felt this good in years."

Isabella was puzzled; her instincts had told her that Lorenzo was a dangerous man ever since their first meeting.

"Mom, are you okay?" she pressed, concern rising in her chest.

"I'm perfectly fine, honey. Don't worry about me; just head back to your room," Laura's voice came after a moment of hushed whispers.

Still uneasy but sensing it was time to give them privacy, Isabella turned and returned to her room, putting on her headphones to drown out the noise.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Laura entered, her hair damp and wearing a robe, a warm glow about her.

"Isabella, dinner is ready," Laura said, approaching her daughter.

Isabella looked up, her expression serious. "Mom, I really don't think Lorenzo is a good man. The way he looks at me... it feels dangerous."

Laura chuckled softly, unfazed by Isabella's concern. "That’s just how couples are, sweetheart. Don’t take it to heart. Am I not perfectly fine?"

Isabella thought that perhaps she had misjudged Lorenzo because of the noisy encounter they had just had.