Taken By The Mafia Lord

“So, how does it feel to be beneath me?” Arianna asked as she continued to kiss his neck, using her tongue to trail the tattoo of Samson that peeked extended over his shoulder and down his shoulder.

“Fucking amazing,” Marcel said, his breath ragged.

“Huh?” Arianna stopped immediately. That was not the response she had been expecting. She means Marcel never gave her the chance to take control this much.

“After today, love, I think you might have to do the work and be on top for a while. My new favorite position is beneath you,” Marcel announced shamelessly.

“What?!” Arianna was dumbfounded. What was he rambling about?

However, Marcel pushed himself up on his elbow as much as the chains could let him move and crashed his lips over his and she had no choice but to kiss him back. She moaned loudly into his mouth, her hand sliding into his hair and holding his mouth against hers, kissing him with a great need that the both of them felt down to their bones.

Arianna suddenly hated being on her period because she was as horny as a rabbit and being on top of Marcel, riding him to her heart’s content didn’t sound like a bad idea. Just her bad luck.

Although they could still do it if she was comfortable enough, it was not like Marcel was going to go down on her, right?

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Nope, not happening, Arianna pushed the dirty thought down to the deepest part of her mind. All that blood, she shuddered. Not going to happen.

Moreover, she was doing this to satisfy Marcel’s kink. Arianna wanted to show him that she can give him pleasure like he gives her. In one word, it was Marcel’s day and he was going to love it – without the fucking. She was going down on him instead.

While he kissed her senselessly, Arianna skimmed her hand along his ridged abdomen, across the planes of his broad chest. So when she pulled away from the kiss, her lips trailed down his chest slowly like she had all the time in the world and Marcel threw his head back from pleasure.

She let her tongue close around his small, pink nipple and sucked it hard. Marcel’s needy growl echoed across the room, motivating Arianna as she let her tongue go rigid and flicked it around the tip of his nipple.

“Fuck!” Marcel hissed through clenched teeth, his hips bucking off the bed, and Arianna had never felt so powerful. She was the queen of this moment and Marcel was merely a mortal whose fate was in her hands.

With a smirk at the corner of her lips, Arianna moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment and by the time she was done, Marcel had grown so hard it was painful.

He needed a release.

But Arianna didn’t listen to his needs and continued to explore the rest of his body, tracing the deep V of his waist till it led to his straight cock begging for attention. Yep, both he and his cock were desperate for a bit of touch at this point.

Arianna smirked wickedly as she stared at his hard length. His cock was as large as she thought, thick and veiny and the bead of precum at the tip made her mouth water for a taste.

But she sat high on his lap instead, pushing down on his hard cock till she was straddling him and Marcel wanted to cry out in both pain and pleasure. The friction with her bum provided some sort of relief but it wasn’t enough, it was equivalent to giving him a spoon of ice cream when he wanted everything.

As much as Arianna was the one giving the pleasure, she was turned on as well, her nipples aching for his mouth. So she reached and yanked his hair forward, pushing his face to close to her chest as she ordered him,

“Take it into your mouth,”

“Ooh, I like it when you’re all bossy,” Marcel said, his eyes

“Shut up and suck it!” She barked at him and Marcel didn’t waste time to close his mouth over her entire areola, kissing her nipple and Arianna cried out in pleasure, her back arching instinctively.

She felt her nipple swell and harden in his mouth. Marcel’s tongue swirled around the hard nub and Arianna released a cry of pure pleasure. His warm tongue flickered against her nipple and her breathing became rapid.

Arianna tasted so good. Marcel wanted more. His mouth left her breast before moving to the right one to make sure that she was thoroughly satisfied. He continued licking and sucking her nipples till she was unable to form incoherent words.

She tried her hardest not to lose herself too soon but he sucked her nipple so damn good, his expert tongue wreaking havoc on her breast that she was only able to respond with a moan.

Remembering that this was not about her but Marcel, she reached for him with his mouth still on her breast, pumping her hand up and down his huge cock while grinding against his length at the same time.

Marcel growled loudly, the primal sound vibrating into her body and she answered with her own moan. Arianna managed to find her rhythm and soon she was stroking and grinding against him.

His teeth clamped around her nipple when she increased her pace. It was painful, but Arianna was lost in the throes of passion to care. She pumped her hand even faster than before as Marcel rocked into her touch and he was kissing her breast deeper and harsher.

They both pushed one another to the point of climax till Arianna shuddered, trembling with release while Marcel groaned and suddenly, hot, sticky squirts of his seed jutted out and landed on her hands, down her bum, and his thigh.

However, Arianna didn’t care for any of them because she was glowing with the aftereffect of the orgasm. What they just shared was mind-flowing. She leaned down and kissed him playfully, saying against his lips,

“We should clean you up and continue with the next phase.”Arianna giggled, heady with desire.

Oh, there was more.