Arranged Mafia Marriage

Karma

I had tried to go to sleep. I swear, I had shut my eyes and tried to forget that he was lying in bed next to me, dressed in nothing but that pair of low-hung, grey sweatpants. Argh! Why did he have to wear grey sweatpants? I mean, it’s good that he wore them, rather than not wearing anything… Like when he had dropped that towel. OMG… I had seen his perfect arse followed by that full-frontal view of him, his thick cock which had stood to attention the crown leaking precum, and that vein that ran up the underside of his length, and my heart had almost stopped.

Not that I haven’t seen him naked, but it has been a while since I’ve seen all of him, every single inch of his gloriously-sculpted form showcased in the light from the lamp on the bedstead…and… I’d almost sunk to my knees and crawled over to him, and raised myself until I was at eye level with him, and opened my mouth and taken him down my throat, and sucked him off. I had barely managed to tear my gaze off of his gorgeous cock and stagger to the bathroom to wash up. So, when he’d begun to get himself off and the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh had filled the space… My pussy had clamped down so hard, I’d had to stuff my knuckles in my mouth to stop myself from moaning aloud.

I had resisted. I swear, I had tried so hard to resist, had tried to shut out the sounds as he’d dragged his fingers up his shaft, and increased the pace with which he’d fucked his own palm. I’d tried to squeeze my eyelids closed and my thighs together, and tried to pretend that it didn’t matter that he had thrown off the covers and was now beating himself off and was so close to coming… But when he’d gasped and I’d known that he was almost there, I hadn’t been able to stop myself. My mouth had watered, my fingers had tingled, and in something resembling a dream or a trance… I find myself crawling over to him.

I swing my leg over his thigh, then nestle between his legs, and he glances up as I wrap my fingers over and around his. He pauses mid-motion and I hold his gaze as I lower my head to his crotch. Without breaking the connection between our eyes, I lick the head of his cock.

His jaw tics and a pulse leaps to life at his temple. The blue in his eyes deepens until it’s almost black in color. I have never seen him this turned on… This…almost beside himself with desire. I close my mouth around the tip of his cock and a growl rumbles up his chest. He pulls his hand out from under mine, folds his palms behind his neck and leans back. The expanse of his chest stretches out in front of me. Acres of cut planes, of sculpted muscle and hewn flesh that ripple as he glares down at me.

“Suck me off,” he growls and I swallow. The suction on his dick has the muscles under his skin jumping. His biceps twitch, his nostrils flare, and he fixes his gaze on my mouth, watches as I swirl my tongue around the head of his shaft. His chest rises and falls, his scowl deepens, and I bob my head. I open my mouth, swallow down on his length, and he groans. I pull back, until my mouth is once more fitted around the crown of his length. He thrusts his pelvis forward, chasing the suction that only I can provide, and I can’t stop my lips from curling. I lick around the circumference of the head, then drag my tongue down the length of his shaft and his shoulders flex. His gaze intensifies, he sets his jaw, and a bead of sweat slides down his temple. I lower my head and take his cock in my mouth and he hisses.

“Fuck,” he growls and I hold his gaze as I swallow. Color flushes his cheeks. The next moment he leans forward, wraps my hair around his fingers. “You little tease,” he says in a hard voice. “Are you wet yet, Beauty? Is your pussy clamping down, imagining my fat cock is inside of you? Stretching you, thrusting into you, cramming your hole as I squeeze your ass cheeks, and driving up and into you, hitting that place deep inside of you that only I know, that only I can reach every time I fuck you… Are you empty and needy and straining for my fingers in your asshole as I tear into your swollen channel?”

The moan vibrates up my throat and his shoulders go solid. He wraps the fingers of his free hand around my neck as he begins to fuck my mouth in earnest. He pulls my head forward and I choke. Tears slide down from the corners of my eyes, saliva drools from my mouth, and his gaze intensifies. “Do you know how it is to feel my cock down your throat?” he says in a hard voice. “Do you know what it does to me to see you all messed up as you swallow around my shaft, Beauty?”

I press my tongue against the column of his thickness and his features contort. “F-u-c-k, Beauty, you are killing me.” He pulls me up until the crown of his dick is poised between my lips, then thrusts me down so his cock impales my throat. I swallow and his jaw tics. He continues the movement, down-up-down, and again. His chest muscles bunch, his shoulders flex, his jaw hardens, and I know he’s close again. I grip his thighs as he pulls me up, then thrusts me down so I take him down my throat again. His stomach muscles ripple and he throws his head back.

“Fuck, I am coming,” he growls as his hips jerk and he shoots his load. His cum fills my mouth and I swallow, and yet, he keeps coming. Drops dribble down my chin, onto his thigh, splashing on my chest. He pulls out, and at the same time, he hauls me up and locks his mouth over mine. He thrusts his tongue in between my lips and I can taste his cum, and his lips, and that essence that is so dark and so him, and my pussy clenches. I moan deep in my throat and it’s like a signal, for he flips me under him.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

He settles between my thighs, then deepens the kiss as his still turgid cock stabs into my lower belly. I knot my arms around his neck as he continues to kiss me and suck on my tongue, before he licks my lower lip. He breaks the kiss, only to kiss my chin, nibble his way down my throat. He grips the bottom of my sleep shirt, pushes it up so its above my breasts. He squeezes my tits together then bites down on one nipple. I yelp, then moan when he licks the engorged flesh, then repeats the action with the other. He blows on the flesh and I shiver. He works his way down to kiss my belly button, then kisses the flesh between the waistband of my panties and my navel.

“How do you feel down there? Are you still sore?” He gazes up at me, “Are you, Beauty?”

I shake my head and he holds my gaze. He pushes aside the gusset of my panties, then lowers his chin to my center. Without taking his gaze off of mine, he licks my clit. A whine bleeds from my lips. His lips curve up and he drags his tongue between my pussy lips. I shiver, then bury my fingers in his hair as I try to coax him down to the opening of my channel. He swipes his tongue down the length of my core, then up to my clit again. A shiver runs up my spine, as he wraps his fingers around the tops of my thighs and pries them apart, his touch still gentle as he buries his nose in my core.

“Oh,” I moan as he presses his lips to my throbbing clit. “Oh, my god, Mika.” I lean my head back as he licks his way down my pussy, then up again and again. He doesn’t thrust his tongue inside my channel though. I jerk my pelvis forward, chasing the intrusion I need-that rough tongue of his as he licks inside me, the thickness of his fingers as he stretches me, the hardness of his dick as he crams it into me… And it would hurt… Not gonna lie, but I want that hurt. I need it, I need… “You, Mika, I need you.”

“Don’t want to hurt you, babe,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my tender flesh. “Don’t want you to feel sore again.”

“I won’t,” I insist, “I’ll be fine.”

He scowls up at me, “Are you sure?”

I hesitate and he tilts his head, “Doesn’t mean I can’t make you come.”

“Oh?” I blink, “I…” I gasp as he buries his face in my pussy again and closes his mouth around the flesh. With his tongue, he strums my pussy lips, with the roughness of his whiskered jaw, he scrapes the tender flesh, with his teeth, he bites down on my clit, and I explode. The climax vibrates out from my center, gathering speed as it roars toward my extremities. My arms and legs tremble, my entire body shudders as I try to close my thighs and end up capturing his head between them. I release his head, grab hold of the headboard behind me as he thrusts his tongue inside my channel. He curves his tongue and the orgasm continues to explode deep inside of me. The moisture gushes out from between my thighs and he laps it up. He licks my pussy lips, and my clit again and again, as if he can’t get enough. I sense him move up my body and open my eyes to find his face in front of mine. He presses his lips to mine, and our combined essences fills my palate.

The taste of him, the scent of him, the heat of him overwhelms me. I press myself closer to him as my eyelids flutter down.

When I awaken, the room is dark. I try to move, but a weight around my waist pins me down. I try to turn and realize that Michael is holding me close, his chest pressed to my back, his leg flung over me. The man gives off so much heat that even though the cover is thrown off, sweat beads my brow. I wriggle my butt into him so I can turn, and a thick column stabs into the valley between my arse cheeks. “Oh.” I freeze. I draw in a breath, another, then push my butt back again and the thickness hardens. I bite the inside of my cheek, manage to wriggle my hand free from under his arm. I try to turn my torso and his grip tightens. He pushes his pelvis forward so every last ridge of his dick is imprinted into the curve of my hip. My pussy spasms, my nipples harden, and moisture laces my core. I gulp, wriggle my backside again, and this time, his cock seems to stab through the thin material of my underwear. I begin to move my butt against the column. Back and forth, back and forth. That’s when he shoves me onto my front.