Taken By The Mafia Lord

She felt his hand on her hair and he pulled her face up to watch the pleasure twisting her expression while he smirked wickedly, “You like that, don’t you, huh?”

She didn’t answer but rather gasped at the feeling of him sliding in and out of her. Marcel’s movement this time was deeper and longer, tormenting her in a kind of way.

So when Arianna didn’t answer, he yanked on her hair and she whimpered, the pain only exciting her.

“Tell me you like my cock thrusting inside of you?!” He demanded, slamming deeper inside of her, controlling his hips and knowing just the area to hit.

“Yes, I love it.” Arianna cried out, unable to take the torment anymore. He was stretching and pushing against her walls, his cock hitting against her G-spot and making her clench around him.

Each time she thought she wouldn’t be able to take him anymore, all Marcel had to do was just thrust inside of her and prove her body was just a big ass liar.

“So you need nothing else but me deep inside of you, my big cock filling you and making you writhe with pleasure?” He spoke dirty to her and for some reason, that only heightened the experience.

“Yes,” Arianna said.

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A whimper tore from her throat when Marcel introduced his finger, moving against her clit while he continuously thrust into her. With the three-edged stimulus of his fingers inside of her, while promising dirty things to her body, his cock slipped in and out of her ruthlessly, it nearly blacked her out.

He was killing her but in a good way. Hence, it wasn’t surprising when she felt her walls tighten, her climax building. Arianna was completely absorbed in the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of her, fucking her.

“I think... I’m coming...” Words failed her and Marcel took that opportunity to fuck her faster and faster till she was screaming as she felt that hot rush of libidinous excitement.

He met her dilated eyes, locking with hers while she let out that garbled scream, her walls tightening around him and milking his cock as he groaned while her body suffered the most mind-blowing orgasm.

Marcel thrust in harder while she rode out her orgasm, the desire so raw and intense that her back arched while gasping for air. He pumped his hips inside of her before stilling as he found his own release. Hence, they shuddered together, trembling with release.

Marcel didn’t pull out immediately after coming inside of her in large bursts, the last of his cum dripping inside of her. He rather let his cock inside of her, enjoying the little aftershocks of her cunt as her body convulsed around him till she finally stilled.

Then he pulled out and she sighed with both relief and pleasure. Arianna was so tender down there, that she wasn’t sure she could take more of him. He fucked her thoroughly as he wanted. So she sagged against him, exhaustion slipping in.

Hence, when Marcel carried her in his arms towards his bed, she thought they were finally about to have the long-needed rest only for him to place her on the edge, and her eyes widened, already with an idea of what he was about to do to her.

“No, no, no,” She protected breathlessly, she was so tender and sensitive right now it hurt, only for him to lunge forward, and a scream was ripped from her throat.

“Marcel!” She squealed, pain sweet pleasure exploding between her legs as tears escaped her tears.

Her hands dug into the sheets beneath her fingers, as her leg gave out. She can’t take it anymore.

Marcel obviously thought otherwise because he pulled her back up, adjusting her hips, and poised her ass up into the air.

“I can’t,” She cried out, clutching the sheet tight and grasping for a hold only to feel a crack on her ass cheek and she moaned.

“Fuck!” Marcel cursed, entranced by the sight of his cock slipping in and out of her tight pussy. This was a sight he had envisioned for a long time since the first day he laid his eyes on her at the coffee shop. Who knew dreams could come true?

He raised his hand and slapped her once again in her fat ass and she moaned, her pussy dripping more wetness. Pain was nothing but a heightened form of pleasure if one could look beyond it. And that was what he was teaching Arianna because she sure needed it around him; his world was not gentle.

And she sure was a fast learner because she stifled it, taking him as he pushed deeper into her body. Her core tightened around him and he cursed out, “You are fucking delicious,”

Arianna whimpered against the pain and fullness he created at the same time, a thousand shivers washing over her.

Marcel then moved faster and harder until all she could do was moan, purr, scream, squeal, and grabbed the blanket tighter as he fucked the daylight out of her. He fucked her savagely hard, using her body for his own satisfaction yet exciting her as well.

He pushed her face to the side, holding her neck against the bed while he grabbed both of her hands and pulled them back and using his thighs, fucked every sense out of her.

Her grip tightened around the blanket as she whimpered, writhed, and pleaded for him to have mercy on her. But Marcel did not listen as he slammed into her body harder, the pain turning into pleasure.

She spread her hips, allowing him to go deeper as he ruthlessly plowed inside of her. With the force he knocked into her, Arianna knew inside of her that she wouldn’t make use of her legs for a week after this was over. That was for sure.

Marcel growled when her walls contracted, her cunt milking his seed while her body undulated with so much pleasure that she was thrown over the edge, stars filling her vision.

Arianna blacked out.