Arranged Mafia Marriage

Theresa

“Wh-a-a-t?” Of everything he could have said, honestly, this is the last thing that I could have anticipated.

“You heard me,” he jerks his chin toward his chest, “sit on my mouth.”

“Jesus,” I gasp, “what the hell is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong is that you are still standing.” He scowls. “Take your panties off now and sit on my face, woman.”

“And if I say no?”

“Don’t make me force you.”

“Ha,” I flip my hair over my shoulder, “you can’t even get back into bed after you fell to the floor.”

“I can still use my tongue,” he smirks, “and I can make you do anything I want.”

“Don’t bet on it.”

“Want another demonstration?” He arches an eyebrow.

Yes.

Yes.

“Of course, not,” I say primly.

“Then take off your panties and sit on my goddamn mouth, right now.”

Only when my fingers brush against the underside of my panties do I realize that I have obeyed him. I can’t stop myself from pulling my panties down my legs. I kick them off and he nods. “Good, now fit your pussy on my mouth.”

A shiver runs down my spine. I squeeze my thighs together and one side of his lips kicks up. “Come on Sunshine,” he coaxes, “get that sweet cunt of yours in between my lips.”

I step over his chest then lower myself down to a squat over his face. My cheeks heat as my dress bunches up around my thighs. He stares up and at the most intimate part of me. His nostrils flare and his blue eyes seem to grow deeper in color. He licks his lips and my knees almost give way from under me.

“Come ‘ere,” he growls, “slide that glistening flesh across my mouth. Now.”

I lower myself and when his hot breath sears my pussy I almost cry out. When he swipes his tongue up my core I do cry out, “Xan-”

He freezes, and only then, do I realize my mistake. “Oh, hell, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I-”

He tips up his chin and fastens his mouth over my throbbing center.

“Jesus,” I yell, “omigod, omigod, Axel, no, what are you doin-” He thrusts his tongue inside my channel and my head rolls back in my neck. My thighs do give way and my knees hit the floor on either side of his head. I part my legs wide enough to avoid coming into contact with the wound on his temple.

My thigh muscles protest, and I huff when he thrusts his tongue in and out of me; in and out. He tongue fucks me and my entire body shudders. I grab hold of his hair on the unhurt side of his head; a growl rumbles up his chest. The vibrations envelop my pussy, travel up my spine. He pulls out of my channel only to curl his tongue around my clit. He bites down on the swollen bud and a trembling swoops up from my feet. It grips my thighs, my belly, shoots up my spine. “Oh, god, oh, god.”

He thrusts his tongue inside my channel again and I explode. The climax grips me and I slap my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming aloud.

He continues to eat me out, licks on my core, sucks on my already sopping flesh and that’s when I fall over. Literally, I smother his face with my pussy as I slump over him. He makes a humming noise in his throat and my pussy instantly clenches again. Oh hell, I need to put some distance between us, only until I can work out what just happened. I pull away from him and collapse on my back next to him.

“Kiss me,” he demands.

“What?”

“Taste yourself on my mouth.”

I turn my head and see his glistening lips. Moisture clings to his chin and I know that’s my cum. Heat flushes my cheeks and he smirks.

“Lick yourself off my face, Sunshine.”

My nipples tighten. When he puts it like that… I lean over and kiss him, taste myself on his lips, and it’s weirdly erotic. I lick his mouth, then his chin, then press kisses to his jaw, to the side of his throat. That dark, edgy scent of him, combined with the taste of my arousal is so hot. I kiss my way back to his mouth, then press my lips to his. Instantly, he closes his mouth around mine. He sucks on my lips, thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and deepens the kiss. My head spins as he once more fucks my mouth with his tongue. Jeez, that’s one talented tongue he has there. Moisture beads my core, and I know if I stay, I’ll simply fit my aching center over his dick and thrust down and take his entire length in one go and-

“What the hell is happening here?”

A voice cuts through the haze in my head and I pull away, or try to, for he’s once more gripped my hair and held me in place.

“Let me go,” I hiss.

“Not a chance,” he says in a normal voice.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Clearly, you are recovering faster than expected.” The doctor walks in followed by Luca, then Michael.

I struggle, try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go. “My panties, you asshole, I need to grab them.” He loosens his grip enough that I clamber over him, grab my panties and shove them behind my back.

The three men don’t seem to notice, or if they do, they don’t let on.

Luca walks over to where Axel is still sprawled out on the floor. He continues to act like he owns the space.

Luca bends, grips Axel’s shoulders, and helps him to his feet. Axel sways, then leans his considerable weight on Luca, who grunts. “Couldn’t you have been a little lighter?” He helps Axel to the bed.

Axel collapses on the bed with a sigh, then jerks his chin toward the assembled men, “Isn’t it a little early for visiting hours?”

The doctor presses his fingers to Axel’s wrist and checks his pulse. Then, he straightens, pulls out his stethoscope, and proceeds to examine Axel.

“Well,” Axel scowls at Michael and Luca, “what are the two of you doing here?”

Michael ignores him. “What do you think, Doc?”

The doctor lowers his stethoscope, then takes his time coiling it up and shoving it into his pocket before turning to Michael. “He’s still going to need rehab.”

“But he’s out of danger?”

“That much can be concluded, yes,” the doctor replies in a wry tone. “If he keeps up this rate of recovery, there’s no reason why he can’t leave a little earlier than expected.”

“I’ll be out of here in two weeks,” Axel insists, “mark my words.”

“Do you agree?” Michael turns to the doctor.

“Too early to tell, but if he responds well to the rehab, it’s a possibility,” the doctor murmurs.

“Told you,” Axel smirks.

“Thank you, doctor.” Michael shakes his hand. “I appreciate your assistance.”

Luca gestures to the door. After a final look at Axel, the doctor leaves. Luca shuts the door, then turns and stands with his shoulders against it.

Michael turns to glance between us, “I have had my men working around the clock to fit out Xander’s home with everything needed for your physical therapy.”

“And you are telling me this, why?”

“Because that’s where you are moving,” he states.