Married to the mafia boss Series

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Mimi

Jesus…

He tastes so good.

He tastes so damn good, my knees… they just cave.

My knees cave and my brain is devoid of thought. I can’t think of anything that’s not him.

I can’t think of anything that’s not this kiss right now. It’s earth shattering, bone-tingling, and brazen.

It’s the kind of kiss that can only lead to one conclusion.

He slides his large hands up my waist and fills them with my breasts, gently caressing the ample flesh and rubbing his thumbs over the tight taut peaks of my nipples. I moan into his mouth and melt against the hard wall of his chest.

His lips move from mine and I lose the heat from the ardor of his touch, but heat sparks again when he trails a line of fiery kisses down my neck.

“Fucking hell Mimi, you taste so damn good,” he husks and moves away the cup of my negligée so my left breast can pop out.

Where we are is not private. People can see us. Like all the other booths, his private lounge has a little bar with bartenders and a personal waitress who happens to be one of the women I heard talking about him the other day. She glanced at me when she saw me arrive. She’s the same kind of bitch like Jenna and I bet they’ll be gossiping tonight.

I don’t give a flying fuck and definitely not now.

Right now I’m on a whole other level, because as Salvatore kisses over my nipple and starts sucking, I’m giving in to the wild call of desire that won’t let me think about anything that’s not him.

He pushes me right up against the wall and starts sucking hard, not caring who the fuck is watching us.

People have seen us together many times but what they see is us flirting, touching, petting. Never kissing though, until tonight.

What people see now is me about to cross the line of friendship with a guy I’ve been friends with from as far back as I can remember and my mind is moving a hundred miles per hour. Against his wild suckle all I can do is moan, pressing my head back into the rough wall so I can enjoy the attention he’s giving me. My pussy is clenching with need for him to be inside me.

He stops and the wildness in his eyes is almost scary.

He catches my face again, smoothing his hand down my neck, holding me still so I can stare directly into his eyes.

“Tonight you will give yourself to me, Maria.” His burrowing gaze makes me swallow hard. I know when he calls me Maria that he wants to make a point. My lips part when he tightens his grip on my neck, holding me closer. “I am not your friend tonight, doll.”

Doll…

He’s never called me that before. I almost miss being his babygirl, but… being his doll tonight sounds like something I want more than anything.

It sounds damn good.

Raw desire claws through me, making my body burn and hum at the same time. It forbids me from doing anything other than falling into the enticement of him.

I scan over his handsome face.

His eyes are dark and magnetic, the angles and planes of his jaw are flawlessly aligned and chiseled to perfection, his beard is sharply trimmed adding to the allure of him. Everything is perfect.

The godlike man holding me is hot like sin, but what I see as I look into his eyes is the raw desire I feel coursing through me. He wants me. The same way I want him. It’s the same. No one has ever looked at me like that. No one.

Just for tonight I can forget my fears. Just for tonight I can be who I’d love to be with him.

Just for tonight I can forget how much it would terrify me if he broke me.

On that thought something deep inside me unlocks. It’s the thing that yearns for him.

I can have tonight. I’ll have tonight.

“Understand, Babygirl?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say and a sinful flicker sparks in his eyes.

He fixes my top and slips his arm around my waist, ushering me away from the lounge.

We walk past people. People we know.

We walk past the VIP area reserved for the guys and I see Nick talking it up with Christian. They both look to us like they want to say something but we keep going.

I keep going… head straight, my awareness only on the heated touch of Salvatore’s fingers on the small of my back.

People look at us and I know they know what we’re going to do. It’s not the first time I’ve been to his suite but it’s the first time we won’t be going in as the borderline friends we were yesterday.

We get there. He opens the door and as we step in and the door clicks shut it’s like we become different people.

He looks at me, giving me that look I’ve grown used to. It was that look that told me he saw more in me than just the friend.

The look however is amplified by wild desire.

He walks around me looking me over and I feel the heat of his gaze all over my body.

He stops before me and fills both his palms with my breasts, rolling my nipples through his thumb and forefinger. In seconds he makes my pussy drip with the need for more and I want him to touch me like that everywhere.

“Take your clothes off for me baby… take them off nice and slow… strip,” he commands. His voice rough and dominant makes me instantly want to heed and do as he says.

I move the strap down on my negligee, pushing it down my shoulders. My breasts spill out and I continue to push the negligee down my body, down my hips until it pools at my feet. I step out of it and slide my panties down my legs next.

The raw look that comes into his eyes makes me melt. He reaches forwards and his rough fingers stroke over my pussy lips. Right there at the place I’m dying for him to be, dying for his touch which he freely gives.

He crouches down and slides two fingers straight into my pussy, right inside my core where he uses his finger tips to massage my entrance, stroking over the hard nub of my clit.

“Do you like that? Do you like me touching you here baby?”

I can’t even answer him. Christ… all I can do is moan and he smiles. I can’t believe I’m the same person from this morning who was sitting in the coffeehouse contemplating whether or not I wanted this.

I want him bad, and the devil knows it too.

He smiles wider, revealing dimples that make him look more perfect than he already is. I’ve always thought he was beautiful to look at, he kept his boyish charm and grin, and just got sexier as the years passed us by.

The wild crackle of sexual energy rippling around us takes me. It’s so intense and hot I have to smooth my hands over my breasts.

He watches me, lips parted. He’s not smiling any more. It’s more fascination that washes over him, at how aroused I am for him.

“Fuck…. keep doing that. Keep touching those perfect tits of yours.” His eyes never leave me. Those dark eyes, dark like coal, drink me in and the coil of need pulls at me. He speeds up his thrust on his fingers, pumping in and out of my pussy.

He speeds up faster, finger fucking me hard. So hard I double over and grasp on to his wide powerful shoulders to keep myself from falling over.

“Salvatore,” I wince.

He answers by parting my legs wider and nuzzling his face in between my thighs. His tongue replaces his fingers and that’s when I go over the edge and into… somewhere.

I lose my mind from the onslaught of sensation when his teeth scrape and nip across my clit. He smooths his hands up my ass and pulls me closer to his face licking and sucking while I thrash against him, moaning and whimpering like a cat in heat.

“Ohhh…. Ahhhh, ahhhh …. Ohhhh…” I pant and he sends a series of hot fiery licks over my clit, hitting my g-spot again and again.

He licks, sucks, licks, sucks and I throw my head back crying out as I come undone right there at his mercy. A vicious orgasm takes me and sends me spinning into the spirals of raw ecstasy. It leaves me shuddering when it shatters my senses. First I see stars then I feel fire. Then it’s so hot I can’t breathe.

The blinding pleasure short-circuits my brain and makes my pussy ache for him to be inside me.

I come on his face gushing into his mouth and he continues licking and lapping, drinking the nectar that flows from me.

I’m breathing so hard I can’t catch my breath. The man just gave me the best orgasm of my life and the devilish smile on his face tells me that’s just the start of what he has in store for me tonight.

He rises to his feet and kisses me. The taste of me on his lips and his mouth arouses me further. My God does it ever arouse me.

Salvatore picks me up and walks with me over to the bed where he sets me down in the center.

“Heels stay on, Babygirl,” he cajoles and shuffles back to pull his shirt from his waistband.

I wait in anticipation to see his fantasy body. I’ve fallen asleep many times pressed up against his masterpiece chest but it’s always a thrill to see him undress.

It thrills me just watching.

He whips it off and I scan over the tats inked into his muscles. Japanese characters are his thing and he wears them well. What always hits me though is the Roman numeral for the number ten.

That’s for Frankie. He was killed on the tenth month of the tenth day nearly eight years ago now.

It’s how Salvatore remembers him. Gabe has the same tattoo, but right now I’m not thinking of Gabe or anybody else.

I see Salvatore and the tattoo brings to memory something Frankie once told me. Frankie told me to keep my eyes open when it came to Salvatore. He said if I looked a little deeper I’d see more. I’d see maybe something, maybe the answer to what I was looking for.

That was so long ago, a few years after Mom died. I was sixteen when he told me that. Maybe he could see how broken I was inside and the times when I felt less bad were all the times I was with Salvatore.

Look at me years later.

I’m looking at Salvatore and I see more. I see more. The instant I do, the thing I fear threatens to rear its ugly head and break through the sexual haze.

My desire for this moment however is stronger. It’s stronger than fear.

I want it so bad I push it away and scan over the masterpiece man standing before me.

He undoes his belt buckle and a grin slides across his chiseled jaw when he notices the way my gaze drops to the massive bulge of his cock pressing against his pants.

I’m about to come undone just from the mere sight of his pants slinking against his hips revealing the Calvin Klein logo on the waistband of his boxers.

The man is too sexy for his own good. The sexiness ripples from him and weakens me further when he pushes his pants and boxers down his legs at the same time unleashing his massive cock.

Fuck…

My lips part and I have to swallow hard against the blush that sweeps over my entire body. I’m pretty sure I’m left crimson from the scalding heat it leaves behind. Heat that makes every nerve ending in my body tingle and buzz from the sensation.

His cock, long and perfectly erect juts toward me straining in an arc with the slight hint of precum on the tip of the fat mushroom head.

I look him over and I find I can’t make my brain work other than to look. He’s all for me. All mine and all I want. Salvatore Giordano is all mine and not anybody else’s tonight.

His grin turns cocky the longer I stare. “Please tell me you’re still on the pill,” he states. “I want to feel you.”

“Yes,” I answer. That yes falls from my lips easily, like I was programmed to say it by default.

Like yes would always be my answer.

He steps out of his pants and kicks everything else to the side. Then the godlike man climbs on the bed and comes to me, naked and perfect. He cups my face and presses his lips to mine, resuming the wild frenzy of hungry kisses we shared in his lounge.

This is it now. The part where we put aside what we were and become what we are.

What we will be.

What we can be.

His lips leave mine and he kisses his way right down to my pussy where he nuzzles his face again, licking to arouse me all over again.

He rises when I start moaning and parts my legs so he can guide himself to my opening and line his cock up against my pussy lips.

His eyes are on mine though, piercing and intense.

“This is it Mimi,” he husks, gripping my hips. I feel certain that if I were anybody else he wouldn’t say that, but this is the end of the line and we’re about to cross it.

“Take me,” I moan and the heat in his eyes amplifies.

“With pleasure.”

His balls settle against my ass as he teases my folds open and inches in.

When he pushes right in I gasp but I don’t get to catch my breath because he plunges deeper inside me in the next instant, buried to the hilt.

We both groan from the intensity because it feels so damn good. He feels so damn good inside me and I only feel better when he starts pumping.

A second later rough hard strokes rock my body and his cock fills me up completely, making me feel full from the thickness and power.

Waves of pleasure spiral through me. It’s the best way that I can describe it because of the way it coils from the base of my groin and works its way through my body like bolts of lightning and fire.

“Ohhhhh…. Ahhhhh…..” I moan, grabbing my breasts as they bounce painfully with each powerful thrust.

“That’s right babygirl, let me fuck you hard and give you wild pleasure,” he promises.

Fucking hell, his words are enough to stir up another orgasm that I know is going to leave me breathless because his dirty words are just the start. His pumps become pounds and as he truly begins to fuck me hard, he holds on to my hips so he can give me the wild pleasure he promised.

I feel it, it’s all over me and this time when I come I come on the wave of a scandalous orgasm that tears through me and leaves me writhing against him, bucking and thrashing like I’ve been possessed. It’s made worse by the deep chuckle that rumbles from his chest.

A sign and warning.

A heads up that he’s got even more in store for me because his cock is still hard and erect inside me.

He pulls out and flips me over onto my hands and knees.

“I need this lush ass baby, fucking hell you’re perfect,” he declares, pressing his lips to my ass and kissing over the cheeks.

He gives me a playful smack that stings yet at the same time arouses me again. It makes me wet in an instant and I crave his cock back inside me.

He plunges back in and I gasp. My hair falls forward and I have to grab on to the sheets.

Fuck, damn…This position feels different, heightened, better.

I look ahead when I catch my breath and I see the image of us in the full length mirror.

Salvatore is looking too and smiling at the purely erotic image of us together like this. Me with my hair over my face and my tits looking like massive pillows, the tips erect and ripe. Him behind me looking like an avenging angel. The Italian stallion imbued with power, dominating me, owning me. He starts moving inside me and my breasts start bouncing painfully. He starts pounding then fucking, jackhammering.

It’s too much and I sense it’s too much for him too when his cock pulses inside me. It’s a nice sensation along with the squeeze of my walls as they wrap around his cock.

“Fucking hell, Mimi. Fuck,” he growls.

I scream. It’s all too much. It’s overload and he blows into me, spraying the walls of my pussy with hot cum that floods me. Hot, virile, all male cum erupts into me and I savor the feel of it.

Wanting more.

Shit… I want more.

I want more.

His pumps slow and he runs his hand down the arc of my back.

He pulls out and the dark thought hits me…

He’s going to walk away. Just leave me.

Like Gabe.

I squeeze my eyes shut at the thought. I don’t want to think about anybody else and definitely not Gabe.

Yet I can’t bear to move.

I don’t move.

What if he just leaves me?

The thought hits me so hard I barely register his warm hands on my waist.

The press of lips against my shoulder makes me look around to him.

Salvatore pulls me into his arms and turns me to face him.

The smirk on his handsome face robs my brain clean again.

I run my hand over his beard and his smile widens.

“Doll, we stay here tonight. You and me… we aren’t leaving this room until the sun comes up.”

“The sun?”

“Yes, I’m going to indulge in that body of yours for the rest of the night. Expect a lot of fucking.”

I just nod. It’s all I can do.

Yes is the answer.