Arranged Mafia Marriage

Michael

Black spots flicker at the edges of my vision. I come with an intensity I have never experienced in all of my thirty-nine years. The orgasm seems to go on and on, then fades away as suddenly. My shoulders relax and I stare down at the witch who did this to me. The water laps over her mouth as she meets my gaze from under half-closed eyelids. I pull her up and off of my cock, watch as she licks her lips. There’s no evidence of cum around her mouth, and it’s not because the water wiped it clean. I had blown my load down her throat. She had taken me so deep inside that there was no chance of cum spilling from her lips.

I haul her toward me, then close my mouth over hers. The salty taste of my cum, the sweetness of her palate, that sexy feminine scent of her, tinged with moonflowers… All of it overpowers my senses. I pull her into my chest, wrap my arms around her as I ravish her mouth. As I suck on her tongue and drink from her. As I lose myself in her. Fucking only her. I tear my mouth from her, gaze into those green eyes. Pupils blown, color high on her cheeks, her lips are swollen from my attention. I glance down at her creamy breasts, cup one, then bend down and kiss the nipple. She shivers as I similarly anoint the other pebbled tip, then press small kisses back up her throat, to her mouth.

“Michael,” she whispers as I brush her lips with mine. I lick her mouth, then rub my nose against hers, before kissing her one eyelid shut, then the other.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Michael.” She wriggles in my hold, and I pause.

“What is it?” I murmur as I press more kisses to her forehead, to her temples, lick the shell of her ears before sucking on the lobes of her ears.

“Michael,” she pouts, and this time I lean back.

“What?”

She opens her eyes and scowls up at me, “I need to come.”

I blink, then burst out laughing. “You need to come?”

“It’s not funny.” She slaps my shoulder, “You just had the most intense orgasm ever-‘

“It was okay,” I lie.

“Bullshit.” She presses her forefinger into my chest, “You came like you were the last man on earth and this was your very last orgasm, ever, and you hadn’t had sex in months before this.”

“Days,” I raise a shoulder, “but who’s counting.”

She opens and shuts her mouth. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” she snarls, tries to pull away and I tighten my grip about her.

“You know I don’t try to hide the kind of man I am. It’s what you like about me, after all.”

“Not.” She leans back, trying to put space between us, as if I am going to let her.

“Liar,” I murmur. “And you were right.”

“I was?”

I nod. “That…” I rub my nose with hers, “was the best orgasm I have ever had.”

Her eyes open wide before she schools her features, then sniffs, “You don’t have to sound so surprised. When I set my mind to something, I don’t back down; and I told myself that I was going to suck your soul through your dick.”

“Is that right?”

She tips up her chin, “Are you denying that it was an out-of-body experience for you?”

“It was…” I scan her features, “more than that. It was like dying a little, and much as I am not a fan of the French, la petite mort-the little death, is the best way to summarize how it felt.”

“Oh.” She blinks, “Okay, that’s good.”

“It was more than good… It was eccezionale, Beauty.” I smirk, “And now it’s your turn.”

I rise to my feet and lift her up with me. I step out of the bath tub, grab a towel and hold my hand out for her. She steps down from the tub, and I pat her shoulders, her breasts, her waist, her hips, the dip between her legs, her ankles, her pretty feet. By the time I straighten, she’s staring at me with parted lips. I use the same towel to squeeze the excess water from her hair, then rub myself dry and toss it aside. I bend my knees and lift her up, and throw her over my shoulder.

“Hey,” she protests, “what are you doing?”

“Making sure my wife gets the orgasms due to her.”

She huffs against my back, “Wish you wouldn’t call me that… It feels…too intimate.”

I chuckle, “We are in my bedroom, after I came down your throat in my bath tub, and now I am about to put you down on my bed, and make you come all over my tongue, so this, tesoro, is intimate.”

I slap her bottom and she protests.

I lower her onto the bed, and she sprawls on her back, her long, red hair still dripping and flowing around her shoulders.

She shoves the strands away from her face, then tips her chin up. She pushes up to her elbows, thrusts her chin out, then bends her knees and slides them apart. I rake my gaze down her flushed face, over her heaving breasts to the juicy flesh between her legs.

Fuck me, but she’s a temptress, a gorgeous siren, an enchantress come to tempt me from my path.

And apparently, I am more than willing to let her distract me… For now. I walk around the bed, then stretch out next to her with my head on the pillow.

She turns over, braces herself on her elbows. “I thought you owed me an orgasm?” She pouts.

“And you’ll get it.” I tap my chest, “Come ‘ere.”

“Huh?” She frowns, “What do you mean?”

“Ride my face, Beauty.”

She blinks, then crawls over to me. Throwing a leg over my chest, she positions herself over my face. I stare up and into her most intimate place, the pink lips flushed and swollen, and glistening with evidence of her arousal. The opening of her channel that would be warm and wet and welcoming, and so damn tight that I could lose myself there for days. The sweet, sugary scent of her arousal, and beneath that, the light trace of moonflowers. Always fucking moonflowers. I am going to have to plant a garden full of them, then roll about in them, so I can always carry her next to my skin.

Fuck, she’s truly getting under my skin. I really do need to fuck her out of my system so I can get on with my life.

“This is bullshit,” she mutters from above me. “Why are you staring at me like that; it’s so embarrassing.” She tries to moves away and I grasp her hip. “Shh,” I glance up at her, “I am studying the lay of the land.”

“What?” She scowls, “I am not some stupid, rival gang that you need to plot against and figure out how to overpower.”

“But you are as deadly, Beauty,” I place my other palm on her hip, and hell, she is so tiny that I could easily span her waist with one palm. She seems fragile, but packs a punch. She looks like a gust of wind would blow her over, but she has a spine of steel. This woman has so much gumption, such strength, such resilience… And if I let her, she could wield so much power over me.

Nope, not happening. Never going to allow someone else to hold sway over me. I am going to fuck her, then use her to get to the Seven… And once I have the alliance locked down formally with them… Well…then I’ll decide what to do with her.

I pull her close enough for my nose to nudge against her center. I draw in a lungful of Beauty and my cock instantly thickens.

“Oh, my god.” She moans, “Why did you do that?”

“Don’t you like it?”

“I… I…”

I sweep my tongue up her slit and she shudders. I slurp at her pussy lips and she shivers. I curl my tongue around the swollen bud of her clit. Her entire body trembles. She tries to close her thighs; I lean in, so the width of my shoulders is in between them. I plunge my tongue inside her sopping wet channel and she squeaks. Her pussy clenches down as she digs her fingers into my hair and tugs on it. My scalp tingles. Pinpricks of heat race down my spine, and my groin hardens. I push my face closer to her core, then begin to fuck her with my tongue. In and out of her, in and out. I lick the cum that dribbles from her channel and a whine bleeds from her lips, “Oh, my god, Mika.” She warbles, “Oh, my fucking god.”

A chuckle rumbles up my throat. I continue to thrust my tongue in and out of her as she yanks at the hair on my scalp, and holds on.

“Oh, Mika. Mika. Mika,” she chants as she thrusts her hips forward, trying to encourage me to bury my tongue deeper inside of her. I curve my tongue inside her channel and she huffs. I hold her upright with one hand as I slip my fingers around and in between her ass cheeks, to play with her back entrance. She stiffens and I lick up and into her, again and again. Her entire body trembles. Her thighs clench. I pull my tongue out of her channel, then slide my thumb inside her backhole, even as I bite down on her pussy, and she screams as she comes. Moisture drips out of her, down her inner thighs, and I lap it up.

I lick up her slit, between her pussy lips as she slumps over me. I lower her to the bed, push her onto her front, then arrange her on her hands and knees. I press my palm into her upper back and she pushes her cheek into the pillow. She thrusts out her hips, and fuck me, but her heart-shaped derriere sends the blood racing to my shaft. I grab my cock, position it between her pussy lips. Then grab her hips, and in one smooth thrust, I impale myself to the hilt. Her entire body jolts and a moan bleeds from her lips as her pussy clamps down on my cock.

All of my sense focus in on her and I begin to fuck her. I slam into her with such force that the headboard slams into the wall. My balls slap against her clit as I set a punishing pace. Sweat beads my shoulders, as I pump into her wet, soft, tight channel. She grabs hold of the headboard, holds on as I plunge into her, over and over again. The pulse beats at my temples, my heartbeat ratchets up, and my muscles tense as the pressure at the base of my spine builds up on itself, and becomes bigger and bigger, until it seems to consume my entire body.

“Fuck,” I growl, “f-u-c-k, Beauty.” I grip her hips, as she pushes up. She widens her stance, reaches down and between our legs to grip my balls. She squeezes and heat sears my spine. All of my pores pop, and with a growl, I pull out of her, then ram into her once more, so she has no choice but to release me. This time she grips the headboard with both of her hands. “Come with me, Beauty. Come the fuck with me, right now.”

I thrust into her and she throws her head back and screams. Her entire body shudders as the orgasm grips her. Moisture floods her channel and I continue to thrust into her over and over again as she collapses. Only then, do I allow myself to come.