Arranged Mafia Marriage

Axel

I’d sensed her as soon as she’d peeked through the door. Had felt a ripple of awareness curl in my belly as she’d walked over to me. It’s good to know that, despite not being fully functional, physically, my senses haven’t been impaired. As she’d stood next to my bed, I’d sensed her drag her gaze down my body, had known when she’d moved, and then she’d placed her palm on my crotch. Motherfucker! It had taken everything in me not to swoop down and grab her hair and push her face into my aching length. Instead, I’d watched as she had surveyed the column of my cock outlined through my sweats. Her breathing had sped up and her lips had parted. She’d fondled my dick, and just as I was sure that I couldn’t pretend anymore, she’d leaned down and pressed her cheek to it. Like it was an object of worship and she was adoring it. Then, she’d turned her face up and had spotted me.

Her mouth opens in an ‘o’ of surprise. Her cheeks flush. Her chest rises and falls, and I am sure that she’s going to turn and bolt. Instead, she wraps her hand around my length and squeezes.

“Fuck.” A growl rumbles from my throat.

It seems to rouse her from of her reverie, for her blush deepens. She begins to straighten and I shake my head. “Don’t,” I say in a low voice. “Don’t go.”

She bites down on her lower lip and more blood rushes to my groin.

“Take me in your mouth,” I order.

She swallows, “What if I don’t want to?”

“Don’t you?” I fold my palms behind my neck.

Her gaze widens. “How are you-”

“-able to move my arms without trembling?

She nods.

“Turns out, I am improving at a rapid pace, thanks to working my butt off.” I smirk. “Now, pull me out and take me in your mouth, will you?”

She hesitates, and I lower my voice to a hush, “Do it, Sunshine. I’ve been lying here thinking of your intoxicating scent, your sweet mouth, the way you moan when you come, your soft skin that I want to mark-”

Her breathing heightens.

“Your gorgeous pussy that I want to bury myself in-”

Her face flushes further.

“Your hot, tight, wet cunt that weeps for me even as we speak.”

A moan bleeds from her lips.

“Your mouth that yearns to taste me.”

“I… I don’t-” she says on an exhale, “-don’t want to,” she closes her eyes, “taste you.”

“Taste me, Sunshine.”

She squeezes her eyes closed and seems to get a hold of herself, then snaps her eyelids open, and fixes her gaze on mine. She grips my waistband and lowers it down my thighs. My cock springs free.

She gasps. “You didn’t wear briefs?” she says in an accusing voice.

“What can I say? I like to be prepared.”

“What do you mean?” She scowls up at me, “You knew I would come to you?”

“I…had hoped?” I lower my arm and cup her cheek, “To be honest, I missed you.”

“You did?”

I nod. “I missed the taste of your pussy. And I was lying here, imagining your mouth around my cock as you pulled on it, as you took me down your throat and hummed around the crown and sucked me off.”

She scowls, “Good to know that I’m good for only one thing.”

“Oh, more than one thing,” I assure her. “You have more than one hole, remember?”

“You are a jerk, you know that?” she breathes as she straightens. “I am not going to stand here and listen to you insult me.”

She turns to leave.

“Get back here, Theresa,” I say in a hard voice, “and take my cock down your throat.”

She hesitates and I growl, “Do it, Sunshine.”

She turns around slowly, her face pale. “I hate it when you make me do things I don’t want to do.”

“Or maybe you do want to, but you want me to take the choice out of your hands. How about if I absolve you of all responsibility? How about if you can blame me for your momentary lapse of reason?”

“Oh, I am going to blame you, all right.” She shuffles her feet. “Please let me go, Axel. Please.”

“Fine,” I lean back, “leave, then.” I cross my arms over my chest and close my eyes. I wait for a beat, then another, hear her shuffle her feet. I sense her standing there, unable to make up her mind, then the mattress dips. There you are. I crack open my eyelids as she straddles my legs.

She shoots me a hateful look from under her eyelashes, “I really do hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” I murmur, “but if it helps you justify this action in your mind, then by all means, feel free to tell yourself that story.”

She shoots me another glance, then wraps her fingers around the base of my cock and squeezes.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Fuck,” I curl my fingers into fists, “just like that, Sunshine.”

She makes an angry sound at the back of her throat, then drags her fingers from base to crown.

“Harder,” I order, “grip my cock like you think it’s my throat you want to crush.”

She tightens her grasp at once, and my balls harden. My groin tightens, my cock lengthens, and a bead of sweat slides down between my pecs. “Just like that,” I growl. “Now take me in your mouth.”

Her chest rises and falls. Her skirt is bunched up around her upper legs, and the warmth of her pussy seeps through her panties to sear my legs. Bloody fuck. She narrows her gaze on me, and without breaking the connection, she lowers her mouth to my shaft. She licks the crown and heat sizzles up my spine. She draws her tongue from the head down the length of my dick to the base, then up again. She licks the head delicately and a groan rips from me. Her being this tentative is going to kill me.

“It’s not an ice-cream cone, Sunshine,” I groan. “Eat it like it’s your favorite fast-food instead.”

“Hmph,” she firms her lips, “I hate fast-food.”

“You Italians,” I smirk, “what’s your favorite food?”

“Pasta, of course.” She rolls her eyes.

“Fine, suck it like it’s a strand of past-”

She clamps her lips around my dick and hoovers it up, and Jesus-fucking-Christ, my cock elongates. My balls tighten, all the blood drains to my groin, and fuck, if I don’t see stars. This woman is going to suck my soul through my dick if she keeps going like this, and frankly, I’d be just fine with that.

“Just like that,” I coax her. “You’re doing so well, Sunshine. Keep going; don’t stop.”

She takes me down her throat and promptly gags. The sucking sensation sends shivers up my spine. I draw in a breath and my shoulders tighten. The wound at my temple throbs, and the pain only amplifies the pleasure from how she swirls her tongue around my length. I dig my fingers into her hair and tug. Her breath catches as I pull her back so my dick slips out. The swollen head stays poised between her lips. I hold her gaze, then apply enough pressure for her head to move forward. My cock disappears inside her mouth and the sight is so erotic that I almost come right then. I pull her back, then forward, then again, as I fuck her mouth. The next time I draw her forward, my dick slides down her throat. She hums and the vibrations crawl up my cock, coil in my groin.

“Fuck, Sunshine, fuck.” My balls draw up. “Touch yourself,” I order. Even before the words are out of my mouth she shoves her hand between her legs and strums her pussy lips. The scent of her arousal bleeds into the air; the wet sound of her flesh as she thrusts her fingers in and out of herself envelops me. I tighten my fingers in her hair and she moans. I pull her back then haul her forward again and again. All the time, the sound of her fingers burying themselves inside her soaking wet channel is an erotic soundtrack.

“Grind the heel of your palm into your clit,” I command and glance down to find she does just that. Her chest rises and falls and her entire body jolts. A trembling grips her, and with her free hand, she holds onto my arm.

I pull her forward, then coil my fingers around her throat. The sensation of my cock gliding down her throat pushes me over the edge. My thighs harden, my balls draw up. “Come with me,” I growl and her back arches. Her gaze widens as the orgasm crashes over her.