Taken By The Mafia Lord

453 Forgiven

“Fuck!” Arianna gasped when Marcel kissed down to her inner thighs, his lips leaving a trail of fire that made her clit that was bare to him throb in anticipation.

Marcel had managed to get rid of whatever she wore beneath and Arianna was only in her blouse that bunched around her stomach as he continued to tease her. He kissed her thighs, drawing closer to her core that dripped wetness while she writhed beneath him, craving for him to put her out of this misery.

Thankfully, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, and the moment he licked through her center, Arianna was a goner. She bucked her hips forward, wanting more, but Marcel only spread her legs further apart like a meal set before him and he was ready to devour her. He took a good look at her clit pulsing and throbbing with need and his upper lips lifted, knowing that he was going to take his sweet time with her today.

If there was anything Marcel loved aside from fucking her savagely until he was branded deep into her skin and he was all that she thought about, it was eating her out. Arianna had the sweetest pussy he has ever tasted and he didn’t want to be separated from that heaven. Sometimes he couldn’t breathe while inside of her, but he wouldn’t mind dying inside of her.

Marcel licked her again and again, intentionally avoiding her clit craving for his attention, but even with his teasing, Arianna was moaning his name and God help him if that wasn’t the sweetest music he had ever heard. Her hands dug into the sheet hard as he continued to stroke through her wetness and when he decided the torture was enough, Marcel finally took her clit into his mouth and she fell apart.

Arianna didn’t last and it didn’t surprise her since the pleasure had been building with him teasing her earlier. But even when she shook around him, Marcel didn’t react and continued to lick her through her orgasm. It was mind-blowing. The tingles spread through her body as pleasure overwhelmed her and Arianna couldn’t help but reach for his hair between her legs and yanked hard. It was too much.

Even at that, Marcel didn’t give up and continued to lick and suck her clit till she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Marcel!” She screamed his name, her legs on the sides of the bed coming around to wrap around his back and pushing him deeper inside her. Fuck! It was sweet torture and as much as Arianna wanted to push him away from her body, she wanted him inside of her at the same time. Her body was a wanton for punishment.

Marcel made slobbering sounds as he devoured her clit like a man starved, how was he even breathing in there? She had often wondered several times but that seems to be Marcel’s skill and she didn’t mind as far as that skill was used on her exclusively.

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“Yes....more” Arianna breathed heavily, gyrating her hips into his mouth even though her clit was overly sensitive and complaining from the overuse, but no, she wasn’t going to stop, not when it felt too good to be true. She couldn’t think aside from the pleasure she was receiving from Marcel.

The tension in her body and the way her legs shook told Marcel that she was close to coming, so he made his tongue go rigid and flicked it against the tip of her clit and made the pleasure concentrate on that area until she screamed out, her body becoming lax on the bed.

He only pulled out of her to catch his breath, and then hovered over Arianna to stare at her flushed face and she looked beautiful in her post-euphoric state. His chest swelled with pride knowing that he was responsible for that and Marcel couldn’t help but steal a kiss from her lips.

She opened up for him willingly, moaning into his mouth as he fed her a taste of her sweet nectar. His cock twitched in his pants and he was sporting a raging boner immediately, but Marcel controlled himself.

One, Arianna didn’t have a condom in here and there was no way in hell he wasn’t pausing to go bring a condom from his room and then continue from where he stopped, no the passion would be extinguished before then – although he somehow doubted that. He was a simp for Arianna and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself with her around.

However, if he went further, he would be forced to have sex with her without protection and as much as he wanted her stomach swelling with his child, he wanted to respect her decision. He only hoped that the deal was done and she was already pregnant with his child. Marcel knew that this wasn’t the best time, but he was confident in taking care of the both of them. Moreover, Elijah would have no choice but to give up on her.

Even though it was clear Arianna liked him, Marcel was still insecure. As far as Elijah was still out there, he was never going to be comfortable and would never fully trust her. He had this fear that the same way he stole her from Elijah, the asshole would do the same. Arianna was not faking her feelings for him, yet he couldn’t help but fear the inevitable. Elijah had to die, for her to be truly hers.

Marcel broke away from the kiss, before he lost control. He smirked at her, saying, “Did I please you well, my lady? Am I forgiven now?”

“Definitely,” Arianna breathed hard, unable to keep being mad at him. It was hard to stay mad at Marcel when he could do wonders to her body with his mere mouth.

“In that case, here’s a bonus then,”

Marcel dropped back down to his knees without warning and he took her clit into his mouth, lapping at her sensitive nub without stopping until Arianna was screaming till her voice turned hoarse.