Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 3: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Nova Black
Tags: Romance, Mafia
the window. “That was really fucked up, Lia.“
So angry. It made me want to pull the car over and shove her pretty little scowl between my legs.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Meghan?”
She looked at me in disbelieve. “The elevator opened on the 26th floor.”
Ah. I grinned at her. “The redheaded receptionist, Heidi? Was she there to greet you?”
If looks could kill, Meghan would be the one under investigation right now.
I put my signal on, making a hard left onto a side street. Small shops turned into row homes and then progressively dilapidated apartments until we reached industrial parks. A few blocks more and the street opened abruptly to an old unkempt beach with a long boardwalk.
The car purred contently as I pulled into the empty lot and parked. I put my hand in my purse, enjoying the way her eyes widened when I pulled out the remote to the vibrator pulsating inside her.
I wiggled it at her.
“There was nothing stopping you from excusing yourself to go to the restroom, sticking your fingers in that hungry little pussy of yours and taking it out.”
She looked away.
I put the car key in my purse, stepping out. She flinched when the door shut, more, I think, from the vibration traveling through her than shock from the sound.
Her head turned when I placed the vibrator remote on top of the dash.
“When you’re ready, Meghan, bring the remote to me.”
She gave me her profile and I shook my head, smiling and headed towards the weathered boardwalk.
The warm breeze from the coast caressed my skin. I sighed contently, leaning back on the old wooden bench, enjoying the view of the distant boats.
Maybe I should purchase a boat? Zi would love wearing a sailor’s outfit; we could invite a few friends, or more than a few…
Footsteps interrupted my reverie. Meghan walked up the boardwalk steps, doubt and eagerness warring with each other, making her cadence choppy. She clutched the remote in her hand like a kid with a stolen cookie, eyes squinting from a sudden gust of wind.
“Here.” she thrust it out to me, eyes averting towards the water.
I laughed – couldn’t help it. Her arm drooped when I returned my gaze to the water.
“There are three buttons on the remote, Meghan. One button turns the toy off. The other decreases the vibrations. And the third button…”
I caught her gaze. “You are going to push the third button, Meghan. I don’t want it back until you do.”
Ah, the way her eyes flashed when I told her! Her outstretched hand trembling with embarrassment and anger. And the thick, almost palpable arousal that flushed her to the tips of her fingers.
God, she wanted this so bad.
The gentle lapping of the water filled the silence. I leaned back, watching the sunlight expose every emotion dancing on her face.
She closed her eyes, taking a breath. The little light on the remote flashed blue.
“Meghan,” I said it slowly, drawing out the taste of her name in my mouth.
She looked at me.
“Press it again.” She shifted, looked away. Looked back and shook her head no. But the light flashed anyways, her body betraying her once more.
“Again.” I held her gaze, drinking in the desire in her eyes when she increased it for the third time, a small whimper escaping her parted lips.
She was nearly crying. It’s possible she didn’t realize why.
My own desire threatened to crest and I stood, wrapping my arms around her, kissing her; taking my time with it, letting the wind and the sounds of the waves intertwine with the caress of my fingers, the scent of the water complement the taste of my lips, my tongue.
I moaned into her and through her, filling her like water in an empty cup. Her need, ah God, she wanted and I was willing to give.
It was good – the kiss. It was more than good and I pulled away before it could mean more than it should.
She didn’t let me.
“No, Lia.” she said. She drew
So angry. It made me want to pull the car over and shove her pretty little scowl between my legs.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Meghan?”
She looked at me in disbelieve. “The elevator opened on the 26th floor.”
Ah. I grinned at her. “The redheaded receptionist, Heidi? Was she there to greet you?”
If looks could kill, Meghan would be the one under investigation right now.
I put my signal on, making a hard left onto a side street. Small shops turned into row homes and then progressively dilapidated apartments until we reached industrial parks. A few blocks more and the street opened abruptly to an old unkempt beach with a long boardwalk.
The car purred contently as I pulled into the empty lot and parked. I put my hand in my purse, enjoying the way her eyes widened when I pulled out the remote to the vibrator pulsating inside her.
I wiggled it at her.
“There was nothing stopping you from excusing yourself to go to the restroom, sticking your fingers in that hungry little pussy of yours and taking it out.”
She looked away.
I put the car key in my purse, stepping out. She flinched when the door shut, more, I think, from the vibration traveling through her than shock from the sound.
Her head turned when I placed the vibrator remote on top of the dash.
“When you’re ready, Meghan, bring the remote to me.”
She gave me her profile and I shook my head, smiling and headed towards the weathered boardwalk.
The warm breeze from the coast caressed my skin. I sighed contently, leaning back on the old wooden bench, enjoying the view of the distant boats.
Maybe I should purchase a boat? Zi would love wearing a sailor’s outfit; we could invite a few friends, or more than a few…
Footsteps interrupted my reverie. Meghan walked up the boardwalk steps, doubt and eagerness warring with each other, making her cadence choppy. She clutched the remote in her hand like a kid with a stolen cookie, eyes squinting from a sudden gust of wind.
“Here.” she thrust it out to me, eyes averting towards the water.
I laughed – couldn’t help it. Her arm drooped when I returned my gaze to the water.
“There are three buttons on the remote, Meghan. One button turns the toy off. The other decreases the vibrations. And the third button…”
I caught her gaze. “You are going to push the third button, Meghan. I don’t want it back until you do.”
Ah, the way her eyes flashed when I told her! Her outstretched hand trembling with embarrassment and anger. And the thick, almost palpable arousal that flushed her to the tips of her fingers.
God, she wanted this so bad.
The gentle lapping of the water filled the silence. I leaned back, watching the sunlight expose every emotion dancing on her face.
She closed her eyes, taking a breath. The little light on the remote flashed blue.
“Meghan,” I said it slowly, drawing out the taste of her name in my mouth.
She looked at me.
“Press it again.” She shifted, looked away. Looked back and shook her head no. But the light flashed anyways, her body betraying her once more.
“Again.” I held her gaze, drinking in the desire in her eyes when she increased it for the third time, a small whimper escaping her parted lips.
She was nearly crying. It’s possible she didn’t realize why.
My own desire threatened to crest and I stood, wrapping my arms around her, kissing her; taking my time with it, letting the wind and the sounds of the waves intertwine with the caress of my fingers, the scent of the water complement the taste of my lips, my tongue.
I moaned into her and through her, filling her like water in an empty cup. Her need, ah God, she wanted and I was willing to give.
It was good – the kiss. It was more than good and I pulled away before it could mean more than it should.
She didn’t let me.
“No, Lia.” she said. She drew
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