Married to the mafia boss Series

CHAPTER TWELVE

Salvatore

I’ve tried drugs before.

Nobody knows that about me.

I almost got hooked on the wildness of the thrill it would give me and I only stopped when I found myself hooked between the edge of a bridge.

I had the vague memory of thinking I could fly. It was how I ended up there.

Waking up to what could have been my death was enough to make me stop forever. It scared the fucking shit out of me. What I never forgot though was the thrill.

The closest I’ve ever felt to that is tonight.

I feel it now as I watch the beauty before me suck my cock.

Long slender fingers work the base, pumping as she sucks my length, and fucking hell, working me from base to tip. Fingers and hands work together in tandem with each other and I can honestly say that I’ve lost my fucking mind.

It’s like I fell in the trap of my own game and I can’t see for shit beyond the beautiful woman before me.

I’m kneeling on the bed and while she’s on her knees giving me head, it’s me who’s fucking submitting to her. The goddess has me under her control and so much power over me I forget who I am, when I am and where I am.

Her blond head bobs up and down as she takes me deeper and I groan.

Outside the window I notice the sky has changed. It’s twilight, right in the breath between night and sunrise and the shuffle of light is just about to pierce through. We’ve been like this all night.

I’ve had her six times already and I plan to have her again before the damn sun comes up.

Before the dawn of the new day.

Her tongue makes rasping strokes over my length and she pauses to look at me.

“Is that …good?” she asks.

Like fuck, I feel my eyes go wide because I don’t know what the fuck must be in that pretty little head of hers. What must she be thinking to ask me that?

“You’re fucking perfect,” I answer and I can’t keep the husk out of my damn voice.

She resumes, taking my dick right back into her pretty mouth. Every time she’s done this tonight I’ve enjoyed that part, watching her take me in and the look of question in her eyes, seeking my approval, then sucking hard.

When she takes me so deep into her mouth I see that she almost chokes and I run my fingers through her hair, lacing them through the silky strands.

I can sense from the coil in my balls that I’m nearly at the verge of climax. On one of the breaks earlier she sucked me off and I finished in her mouth. That was hot as fuck.

I don’t want to do that this time but I might just from looking at what she does next.

She has one hand on my dick and the other catches her nipple on her right breast and she starts massaging and moaning while she sucks me.

While it’s hot like hell to watch her feel up her tits, there’s no way I’m going to allow her to pleasure herself while I could be doing it.

I run my hands over her head and slide my fingers under her chin.

She stops sucking my cock and I slide out of her mouth.

I take hold of her little nipples and give her breasts a good squeeze.

“Let me do that for you, baby. When you want me to suck your tits just ask. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Lie down.”

She lies back against the stack of pillows, her lids droopy. She must be exhausted, but like me she can’t stop.

One more time then we’ll sleep.

I close my mouth over her nipple and start sucking. She moans and runs her

hand through my hair, holding me to her, encouraging me to continue the wild suckle I always give her.

I do.

I suck and she moans and I amplify it, giving her pleasure by sliding my fingers into her tight wet cunt. Her pussy is wet, dripping with need, dripping and begging to be fucked.

The same as my cock begs to be inside her again and I’m holding off because damn, do I ever love that sound humming from her lips.

She hums and moans, saying my name over and over again.

Over and over again and it’s not something I’m going to forget anytime soon.

I suck harder and her leg snakes over my back pressing into me as I suck her tits and finger fuck her.

“Oh… Salvatore…. Ohhh ahhhhh….” she moans and grinds her body against

mine when she climaxes.

I feel the sweet nectar flow from her, down my fingers. I pull my fingers out and lick them off but I dive in to drink too. I lick over her pretty pussy, enjoying the cream flowing from her beauty and I don’t stop until I’ve lapped up enough and left just the right amount for me to slide into her.

She knows by now I like to give it to her rough so my feast on her is to get her body ready to be fucked hard. Raw and ready.

“Feel good, Babygirl?” I ask.

“Yes.”

Good, well she’s about to feel even better than she already does.

I line my dick up with her hot wet opening and thrust right in, taking hold of her hips so I can move into her.

“Oh God…” she moans when I speed up and start fucking her.

I love, love, love watching those tits bounce with every pound. The sight fuels me to continue and give it to her.

The sight and the pleasure look on my girl’s face makes me want to bottle pleasure and everything good in this world I can get my hands on and give it to her.

That is the effect of her, but then it was always like that with her.

She just needs to know and believe it.

The coil in my balls tells me I won’t last. I’ve reached the end of my tether. The end of pleasure. The end of the night I had with the woman I’ve wanted for so long.

Friend…

I almost think we never were. I almost think it was just a phase when we thought that’s what we could be, because the way we’ve been tonight feels like a fucking long time coming.

The other night was nothing in comparison to this. Not a damn thing.

The tension hits me hard and I lose control, rutting into her until I blow my load. Hot cum explodes from me and her tight little pussy wraps around my dick like a glove and squeezes. We both cry out from the wild sensation.

My heart beat speeds up so much I almost think it’s going to jump right out of my damn chest. Exhaustion takes me whole and when I lower to the bed to hold her, my whole body feels like a dead weight.

She twists into me and slips her arms around me. I cup her face and kiss her. It’s amazing we can be wild and physical but her lips always get me. A simple kiss from my erotic little fairy. A simple kiss from my babygirl to calm the savage beast inside me.

A simple kiss that actually scares the shit out of me because it tells me how badly I want her. This is more than just a fucking game. It’s more than that and what’s worse is it’s out of my control.

I can hold whatever shit I have over her so she’ll be mine. I can do all that shit to her all I want, but if she doesn’t choose me it won’t be real.

That’s what scares the fuck out of me because I know, I know I want her more than I did when I just wanted to change things up.

She kisses me back, running delicate fingers over my beard. We kiss until she stills and I know she’s sleeping, falling asleep with me on her lips.

I fall asleep too holding her.

It feels like I just closed my eyes for a second though and when I open them

again bright sunlight beams through the window.

I’m alone in the bed again and anger threatens to take me like the other day until the slight clatter of crockery pushes through the silence that’s settled around me.

I sit up and look toward the door. I always feel disoriented when I’m in the suite because I’m rarely here. I used to be here all the time in years gone by with one woman after another, or two.

Right now I just want to see the woman I want.

I slide off the bed and shrug into my boxers. My shirt is gone. I left my clothes on the floor here last night by the nightstand.

Moving out of the room I see her.

Mimi’s in the kitchen making coffee, she’s wearing my shirt, only my shirt, which shows off her beautiful golden legs.

Her golden hair against the jet black of my shirt is striking. Her here against everything in my life is striking.

She stops what she’s doing when she sees me and studies me. Her eyes are filled with what I saw last night. Desire and fear.

While I don’t want her to be afraid of me there’s something about it that makes me selfish and makes me want to use it for my benefit. For control.

I should feel like a bastard for just thinking that, except selfishness and my need for her gets the better of me.

I walk up to her and stop a breath away.

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I want an answer from her, but… it’s like the silence preserves the memory of last night. The wildness we shared last night lurks in the belly of silence.

It’s her that steps closer and runs her index finger over the hard wall of my chest. She’s tracing the outline and pressing her lips together.

The slight touch drives me crazy all over again and when she slides her hands up to cup my jaw I go to her lips.

Fuck…

If I wanted to talk I shouldn’t have done that.

I shouldn’t have succumbed to desire.

Our tongues tease and tangle the way they did last night. The little moan she makes drives me wild.

It’s enough to make me know what I want to fucking do next.

Fuck her. Fuck her hard and raw like last night.

I pull away from her, pick her up and set her on the breakfast table.

“Sal-”

I stop her, pressing my fingers to her soft full lips.

I shake my head. “No…I want you. I want to taste you. Spread your legs for me baby.”

I nearly fucking lose my head when she shuffles back on the table and spreads her legs wide for me.

No panties from last night so her pretty pink pussy is ready for me. There’s just one thing wrong with this picture. The shirt.

I fix that quickly in one swift move by pulling it off her, unleashing her perfect globes. Her nipples point toward me, ripe and ready to be sucked so I indulge, satisfying her.

I suck her tits and slide my fingers into her pussy, enjoying the moans and groans of pleasure that fall from her lips.

I alternate my suckle on her breasts then move to her pussy to taste.

With the way I sucked her tits I know she’ll be ready for tasting. She is.

“Good girl, you’re so wet for me.” I say, spreading her pussy lips wider so I can lick over her clit and suck on it.

The sound she makes as I do so pulses through me. It’s too wild. It’s the sound of pure feminine pleasure and it reaches something primal inside me.

It’s like it shakes the foundation of the building and I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones left at The Dark Odyssey living out one last fantasy.

I stand quickly, ready to take her and make her mine again.

I all but shove down my boxers and grab her with one hand and my cock with the other so I can slam into her.

I start to fuck her with that primal instinct. That wild sensation that drives me beat for beat toward ultimate pleasure. I want it and I want to give it to her.

I already know I won’t last so when her walls tighten around me, I instantly lose control. It’s the pent-up lust that’s come to claim me, but her too.

It has the same feel as last night. It has the same reckless feel of untamed fire that aims to scorch and torch everything in its wake.

I start rutting into her and pull her close so I can get her deep.

We both cry into the release, sharing it once more.

Giving in to pleasure, giving in to each other. Going way over any lines that may have been blurred between us.

As I look at her I’m not sure those lines actually existed.

Last night she said I talked like I’d always wanted her and I told her I did.

Nothing is truer than that.