Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

Angela hit the "Yes" button hesitantly. It opened an interface with a control touch panel on the bottom half of the screen while the top half was a conversation box between her and Gael without messages, only a couple of call summaries from that one night they tried it the first time. Usually, she could control the device on the app herself; however, because the other party initiated it, her screen's bottom half was greyed out, indicating that the device was under his control.

"Angel…" Gael's slightly grumbly and deep voice resonated from the receiver. Her breath caught in her throat, remembering that a call connected as soon as she accepted the invitation. A video was possible, but perhaps he preferred it without tonight.

She pressed the phone to her ear. "Gael."

"Baby, I miss you."

Her stomach fluttered. It was so good to hear his familiar voice.. It felt like a warm blanket around her shoulders, and yet she was angry that it took him a while to call her when he looked so torn the day she walked out, and he had asked if he could call her—such a complicated emotion.

"Yeah?" She exhaled a sigh of relief. Her heart swelled. No matter how angry she was, all of that went out the moment he called.

"I miss you so fucking much I'm so hard just listening to your voice right now, and you haven't even said more than two words."

Angela softly chuckled. This was Gael alright. His voice sounded a bit different, though—more hoarse, slightly breathy and strained, but incredibly sexy. "Were you drinking?"

"Just two shots. I needed to. But I needed you more."

She bit her bottom lip, gripping the sheets tightly with her other hand. "Is that why you called me through here?"

"Yes."

"You assumed I would agree to a phone sex when you barely even made contact the whole week?"

She didn't intend to sound spiteful, so as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she wanted to take it back. She shouldn't be doing this. She had already decided she wouldn't indulge this thing between them because her heart was already fragile as it was.

"You're right. It's a dickish move. I'm sorry. I should've thought better."

After a moment of silence, he added, "But I still want you. I'm sure you want the same or you wouldn't have accepted it."

Who was she kidding? He wasn't wrong. Angela wanted him always—any time, any day, and in any way.

"Please, baby. I need you. Just tonight." He sighed, the neediness in his gravely voice was the most sensual thing she had heard in a while.

Oh, what the hell. She had already accepted the invitation. And she wanted to feel good too. "Okay." 

He made a slight grumble that sounded like an appreciative tone to her ear. Then he said, "Go get it. Let me take care of you."

He didn't have to be specific as to what the "it" he was talking about. Angela was already taking out Gael Vibrator 69000 from her suitcase. 

She wasn't surprised that the device was already powered on with a tiny white light on the pink velvet-smooth handle when she grabbed it. The moment she accepted the invitation from him, it had turned on by itself. Talk about high-tech. She got back in bed and lay down, waiting for him.

"You got it?"

"Yeah."

"Strip off your clothes—all of them. And use your earphones. Keep your hands free for me."

Angela did as she was told. She was now naked in bed, the blanket covering her waist down. They barely even started, and she was already wet between her thighs from the anticipation of what he'd do to her through the phone, using the device that he had complete control over. She was so aroused that she thought she'd cum just with the sound of his low breathing against her ears. It was as if he was right next to her.

The device began to vibrate softly. It was nothing more than a faint wave—a level 1 of its capacity. She was thankful that it was whisper-quiet even when at its highest level.

"Is it on?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Brush it over your nipple. Caress your stomach with your other hand. Do it heavily like it's my hand touching you," he ordered. She complied, closing her eyes and letting out a soft sigh as the smooth silicone material made contact with her sensitive skin. Her buds were erect and sensitive that every touch made her gasp. Her fingers subconsciously went downward, and as if he could see her, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't touch your pussy yet. Wait until I tell you to. Now move it to your other breast."

Angela groaned, her voice sounding sultry without meaning to. She needed more.

"I'm in your room right now, Angel. I've been sleeping in here the past few days…when I got the chance anyway. The bed still smells like you—not quite the real thing, but it's close enough. Enough for me to get off when I can't help it anymore. I cum so hard while thinking of you riding on top of me, but not as hard as when I'm actually inside you."

Everything he said built a scene in her head that made her moan. It was so erotic to know that Gael jerked off on the bed while thinking of her. He didn't tell her, but she picked up that he went back home to his brownstone. It didn't matter where he was at the moment. Angela was so turned on, her skin was feverish.

"Are you touching yourself too?" she rasped, her breathing heavy.

"Yes. My cock is hard as steel right now. So hot, thick, and heavy in my hand."

She could easily picture it in her head, having seen his manhood more times than she could count but lesser than she would have wanted. His beautiful shaft, veiny and smooth as it juts out from his glorious body like a battering ram. She moaned. It was just as he described it, and she salivated. Gael was well endowed that her hand could hardly wrap around it.

The vibration increased another level, and he said, "Drag it down your body—slowly—down to your folds. You're so wet now, aren't you?"

"Yesss..."

"How wet are you?"

"Soaking..."

"Mm. Move it lightly on your clit in small circles. Then slide it down your entrance and back again. Do it like I'm sliding my cock down your pussy to coat myself with your slickness."

Angela did it just like he told her to, imagining how he'd do the motion himself if he were actually with her right now, getting himself ready and wet. "So good…" She was tingly all over.

"Yeah? You like that?"

"Mmm…"

"Keep going." The vibration increased once more, and this time, it was making a pattern that went rapid and then slow, which seemed as if it was random, but when she thought of him working on her, she could imagine his fingers doing the same rhythm like he usually would. "Keep your other hand on your breasts. Lick your fingers and play it with your nipples. That's me sucking your tits while I'm touching you."

Oh my god. The image tipped her over the edge. "Ungh. Please…"

"You want me inside you?"

"Yes!"

"How badly do you want me?" The vibration increased a few levels higher. She felt like combusting, and her breathing sped up.

She gasped. "So bad—please, baby."

"Put me inside you. Now." He growled.

Angela pushed the bulbous head of Gael—the vibrator—into her, stretching her while feeling an immense sense of pleasure. She sucked in her breath at the same time that he let out a sexy groan.

She was only just adjusting to the size of it when something inside her—apart from the vibration—moved, realizing that Gael had switched on another feature of the device when the head of the vibrator began rotating inside her, hitting delicious spots in every turn. "Ahhhhhh…" 

HOLY MOTHER OF ALL VIBRATORS! She forgot it did that.

The device not only vibrated from Gael's strategic manipulation, but its head friggin' moved in a rotating motion inside her. It was insanely good. She was orgasming and then cumming without warning. She couldn't contain being loud—to hell with everyone who could hear her.

The sweet carnal sensation traveled from the top of her head...all the way down to her toes. She went stiff, her legs trembling from the unexpected quake that concentrated at the base of her spine and then rolling to her core.

"Fuuuck." He grunted, then she heard wet slapping from his side. He came too. 

Both of them didn't last long, and it was understandable because of how they were too far away and hadn't heard from each other in a while.

The vibrator was still going, gradually decreasing its intensity as Gael let her ride out the last waves.

When the vibration stopped, she could hardly take it out of her due to the lack of strength in her hands.

"Did you like that?" he asked, sounding relaxed and satisfied. 

She was limp. "You already know I did."

"Mm. Me too. Though I can't wait for the real thing." It was silent for a moment with only the sounds of their slow breathing. "Angel… Just a couple more days. Then I'm coming to you."