Captivated by the deadly mafia boss

“Fuck, princess,” he groans, sweeping his tongue through my slit, up and down, then flicking across the most sensitive part of my bud.

“Micah!” I tense as the flood of arousal builds behind a dam I can’t hold back for much longer.

“Not yet, princess.” He laughs, then slides two fingers into my pussy. Turning his hand, he presses downward into my passage, hard and fast as his mouth envelops my clit.

“Fuck!” I yell out, arching from the bed as wave after wave crashes over my body. “Micah. Micah!” I scream, uncaring of anything other than the explicit heaven raining down over my body as I come.

I wind my fingers into his short dark hair, arching my hips against his mouth. He never stops licking and biting as the orgasm ebbs and I’m left a puddle in the center of our bed. He places another kiss to my clit, then sits up on his heels.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

A heated flush rushes over my body with him staring down at me like he’s just caught me with my hand in a cookie jar.

“Did I say you could come, Lena?” he asks with a hint of danger on the edge.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” I reply, easing my knees closed. He stops me quickly by shoving them back to the mattress and canvassing my inner thighs with harsh slaps.

“Such a mouthy wife.” He tsks his tongue then reaches between my legs again, tapping his finger to the plug. “Take a deep breath, Lena.”

I barely have time to compose myself before he pulls the plug out, stretching me further with the wide part of it as he does so. Once it’s out, he tosses it to the floor.

I’m stuck lying on the bed, my legs spread out exposed to him-ready for the fucking he’s promised me as he works his pants and boxers off.

When his cock is free, it bobs toward me, thick and long. And it’s going in my ass. I clench my fists again.

Micah blankets my body with his own, trailing kisses up my jaw until he reaches my mouth. Once his lips touch mine, I’m lost to him again. Arousal swirls alive within me. The thick head of his cock presses against my wet passage.

When I wiggle my hips, wanting to fill myself with his cock, he breaks the kiss. “No, no, I’m fucking your tight virgin ass tonight, Lena.”

He reaches between our bodies and fists his cock, gathering up the juices of my pussy on the tip before pressing it against my asshole. Instinct kicks in and I clench.

“Keep doing that and this won’t be any fun for you,” he warns, pushing forward still, undeterred by my nervousness.

“Micah. I don’t think… shouldn’t we use the plug more first? Maybe do this… oh!” I grab his shoulders as he thrusts forward, breaking through my ring of muscle.

“See, not so bad.” He grits his teeth, as though he’s the one having trouble keeping himself composed. “How does that feel?”

“Full.” I stiffen as he shifts again.

“You’re going to take it; every inch of my cock is going to plow into your ass and you’re going to accept it.”

His crass words only work to drive my arousal to a higher peak.

“Yes, Micah.” I nod, running my hands over his bare shoulders. Having him so close to me like this, so intimately against me, calms me. He won’t hurt me. Not in any permanent way. “I trust you,” I say.

It’s like I’ve turned the key on the engine with my words. His eyes roll back, and he pushes forward, fully embedding his thick cock into my ass. I cry out at the sudden invasion, but he gives me no time to acclimate to his size.

Harder and faster, he plows his cock into my ass and all I can do is take what he gives me. What starts out as sharp bits of pain quickly turns into fragments of need, embers of want, and erupts into a volcanic proportion of desire.

“Don’t stop,” I plead when he slows. My words trigger a seductive, devilish grin from him, and he moves forward again.

“You like my cock in your ass, princess.”

“Harder, Micah!” I demand and spread my legs further.

“Your clit, bossy girl, rub your clit.”

I slide my hand between our bodies as he continues to fuck my ass. As soon as my fingertip grazes my clit, fireworks threaten inside.

The sounds of flesh slapping flesh dance over our bodies as he wraps his arms beneath me. He snakes his hands around my shoulders, pulling me toward him as he thrusts forward into me. Every fiber of my body is on high alert.

He plows forward hard enough to bounce the headboard off the wall, but it’s not enough. I want more, I want everything he can give me. The stretch, the fullness, it all lifts me into an aroused state of panic. Rubbing my clit frantically, I chase down the impossible.

Another thrust from him, and it happens. Vibrant colors cascade behind my eyelids. I thrust my hips up at him, matching his fevered strokes, riding the waves of pleasure as heated spasms course through me.

A low growl rumbles from deep within him and his pumping increases. Another thrust and another, then he stills with a roar of release. Thick ropes of hot cum spurt inside my ass, filling me with his seed.

Our breath, hot and heavy, mingles between us just before he presses his lips to mine. His forehead falls to mine, just before he pulls back, his cock slips from my ass and he slinks to lie beside me.

“Micah,” I say when moments pass quietly. “I need a towel, or something.” This never gets less awkward, I think. The messiness of afterwards.

He rolls to his side and leans up on his elbow. His hair is disheveled, and a loose black lock of hair falls over his eye. It’s enough to make me wet for him all over again.

“Never wipe my cum from you.” He reaches down to my legs and pulls them closed. “I want you to feel me dripping down between your ass cheeks, down your thighs, and remember who you belong to.”

I blink up at him, suddenly hot beneath my own skin. The mark of ownership-that’s what he’s getting at, and I don’t hate it.

“Can I at least get under the blanket?” I ask, forcing attitude into my words.

He grins and shifts back so I can maneuver the blankets and get beneath them. There’s going to be a mess on the sheets in the morning, but something tells me he’ll only be more proud of himself for it.

Micah climbs beneath the covers with me. His heavy arm pulls me closer to his body. The late afternoon sun rays peek through the blinds, casting the room in an orange glow.

“It’s too early to go to bed,” I say just as a large yawn takes over.

He hugs me tighter to him. “Who said you’re going to bed.” He kisses the back of my shoulder. “You can have a nap, but then I’m fucking you again.”

Since he’s behind me and can’t see me, I grin at the prospect.

“And again.”

I laugh then snuggle into the pillows and press myself into the comfort of his embrace. A short nap will do me good.

Could this be reality? Will things settle into this sort of calm that I can rely on?

I grab onto the first signs of sleep. If it’s only a dream for this moment, I’ll happily fall into it.