Arranged Mafia Marriage

Axel

Her pupils dilate and she throws her head back as her entire body shudders. Her pussy clenches around my cock as she comes and comes. Her orgasm seems to go on and on and I continue to fuck her through it. Color flushes her neck and cheeks, and she holds onto me as her features contort. Her eyelids flutter shut and she finally slumps back.

“Look at me,” I growl. “Look at me, Sunshine.”

She raises her heavy eyelids and I hold her gaze as I thrust myself inside her wet, hot pussy one last time.

“Fuck,” I growl as I come inside her. A trembling grips her and I brush my lips across hers. A teardrop squeezes out from the corner of her eyes and I lick it up. I raise my head and peer into her features, “Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head.

“Was it too much for you?”

She hesitates.

“Talk to me,” I order, “tell me how you feel.”

“Like I have been well and truly fucked?” she blurts out.

I can’t stop the chuckle that rumbles up my throat, “I like the sound of that, baby.”

I kiss her hard, then pull out of her.

She hisses as I straighten.

“Are you sore?”

“A little,” she admits, “but I don’t mind.”

“So you liked the heat and cold play?”

“I was surprised,” she bites down on her lower lip, “but once I got over the initial shock, it was the most intense experience I have ever had.” She lowers her gaze.

“Hey,” I notch my knuckles under her chin, “you don’t have to be ashamed that you like kink.”

“Who’d have thought?” She laughs. “But it definitely opened my eyes to just how over-the-top sex can be.”

“And I am only getting started.” I smirk.

“Jeez, I really shouldn’t have said that. Now, your already inflated ego is going to get even bigger.”

“Not the only part.” I chuckle.

She rolls her eyes. “Forget I said that.” She slaps me on my shoulder and I grip her wrist and tug her to a sitting position.

She glances down and I follow her gaze to where my cum slides down her inner thigh.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I reach down and push the thick liquid back inside her pussy.

“What the-?” She freezes, “Did you just push your cum back inside me?”

“Seems like it,” I drawl.

She raises her chin and her pupils are blown, her color even higher than earlier; her lower lip trembles.

“Jesus,” I bury my fingers in her hair, “that turned you on, didn’t it?”

“It shouldn’t have,” she whispers, “but somehow, every filthy thing you do only makes you more attractive, and I have no idea why.”

“Don’t you?” I wrap her hair around my hand, then tug, so she has to raise up her chin. I gaze into her gorgeous green eyes and the blood rushes to my cock. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur and the pink on her cheek deepens, “I want to fuck you again.” I brush my lips across hers because I can’t resist her lush mouth. She shivers, her lips cling to mine, and that’s the only encouragement I need. I release her hair, only to scoop her up in my arms.

Turning, I walk out of the room, past the dying fire in the study and up the stairs to my bedroom. I lower her onto the bed, then point a finger at her, “Stay there.”

I pull my phone from my pocket and open the security app, making sure all doors and windows are armed and locked down for the night. I place my phone on the table. “Now, where were we?”

“I am naked and you haven’t even removed your clothes.” She scowls.

“Are you complaining?” I chuckle.

“I want to see my husband’s body. Is that too much to ask?”

A thrill runs down my spine. My wife. She’s my woman. All mine.

I slide the gun out from my waistband, then place it on the dresser. I spin around, grip the back of my shirt and pull it off. I toe off my shoes and socks, push down my already unzipped pants, along with my boxers, and kick them off.

When I straighten, she draws a quick breath. She drags her gaze down my chest, my abs, down to where my cock is already thickening.

“We didn’t use a condom,” she says slowly.

“We never have. Are you only just now realizing that?” I walk over to stand in front of her.

Her cheeks redden, “I… I was otherwise distracted.”

I smirk.

She scowls. “I am not on birth-control,” she points out.

“And?”

“Do I have to point out the obvious-that I could get pregnant?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Do you want me to get pregnant?” Her forehead furrows. “Is that how you plan to get the Sovranos to forgive you for what you did?”

I tilt my head.

“Oh, my god. That is your plan, to get me pregnant. That’s your guarantee for the Sovranos never hurting you in the future.”

She bites down on her lower lip again, and fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on further. I place a knee on the bed, then bend down and tug her lip from between her teeth. “No one is allowed to hurt you, Sunshine, not even yourself.”

Her breath hitches.

“No one except me, you feel me?”

She nods.

“As to your question, no, I hadn’t planned out that far. In all honesty, I got carried away, which is why I didn’t use a condom.” He peers into my eyes, “Do you want me to use protection?”

“No,” she shakes her head, “I want a child. I want your child. I’ve always wanted to have my own family, and I don’t want to wait.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The thought of her having my baby, our baby… My head spins. Somehow, the idea of planting a child in her fills me with primal satisfaction.

I position myself between her legs, then slide down so my mouth is poised over her glistening pussy. I blow on the chafed flesh and a moan bleeds from her lips.

I drag my fingers up the abraded skin of her inner thigh and she shivers.

I lick her from backhole to clit and her entire body jolts.

“Ohmigod,” she moans, “oh, Axel.” She digs her fingers in my hair and her thighs squeeze about my face. I grip her hips, drag my finger down to play with her backhole.

She freezes. I thrust my tongue inside her channel and she jerks. I continue to eat her out as I slide a finger inside her backhole. At the same time, I squeeze her gorgeous breast.

She pushes her hips up and into my mouth, even as she tries to pull away the upper part of her body. I laugh against her pussy and she moans.

The noises she makes. Fuck, they drive me out of my head with desire. I tear my mouth from her core, then crawl up her body. I urge her to wrap her legs about my waist as I position myself against her opening. I bracket her body with my elbows on each side of her, holding up my weight as I stay poised.

“Look at me,” I order and she raises her heavy eyelids. She holds my gaze as I thrust forward and bury myself to the hilt. My pelvis hits the soft flesh of her pussy and she pants. She digs her heels into my back and winds her arms about my neck. She buries her fingernails into my shoulders as I begin to fuck her. In and out of her; in and out. I tilt my hips, plow deeper inside her, and her breath hitches. I hold her gaze as I try to drill into her, going as deeply as I possibly can. Her pussy clamps down on my cock and I stay buried in her.

“I want to crawl inside you and never leave,” I growl. Jesus! I sound like a man possessed. Like a man obsessed. A husband who’ll never get enough of his wife. I pull out of her, then ram into her with such force that she moves up the mattress. The entire bed jolts; something crashes onto the floor behind me as I hold her gaze. “Come with me.” I ram into her and her mouth falls open.

Her spine curves and she screams as she comes. I cup her cheek, lower my forehead to hers as I empty myself inside her. My breath comes in pants and my heart thuds in my chest. I stay there for a few seconds before I fall over onto my back, taking her with me. I fold my arms about her, hold her close. “Sleep,” I murmur, as I close my eyes.

When I wake up, I am alone. I glance about the bed, the room, jump to my feet and barge into the bathroom. It’s empty.

“Fuck,” I swear as I grab a pair of sweats and step into them. I snatch up my gun, slide it into the waistband of my pants.

Then I snatch up my phone and glance at the security app. Everything seems normal. None of the doors or windows have been opened. My steps slow as I walk down the steps. When I hit the ground floor, I hear her singing. Huh?

I walk toward it and the scent of coffee and bacon reaches me. My stomach rumbles and I head for the kitchen. I walk inside to find her dressed in my shirt, that hits her mid-thigh. She’s piled her hair on top of her head in a messy bun with tendrils curling about her shoulders. I lean a hip against the doorway watching as she bumps and grinds as she sings the words of a song I don’t recognize, “F-i-r-e… oh. F-iii-r-e, oh.”

I chuckle under my breath, then walk over to her.

“F-i-rr-e, oh. Fiiii-r-e, oh,” she sings again.

I lower my head until my mouth is next to her ear, “Very appropriate.” I smirk.

She yells, then drops the spatula she had been using to scoop the bacon onto a plate.