Married to the mafia boss Series

We’re sore, limping and wincing with every step toward the car. We both had our fair share of hard falls and there is no doubt in my mind I’m going to have a fuck ton of bruises on my body-especially my ass.

“Thank you,” Anastasia says when we get in the car.

“For bringing you to a place that brought nothing but pain?” I sign hissing as I shift into a more comfortable position. Sitting on my butt right now is not ideal.

“And happiness. It was fun,” she smiles. “It was fun to see you loosen up.” I smile back at her. “It was especially comical to see you in ice skates while wearing that suit. And falling in that suit.”

I scowl at her which makes her hold her ribs in laughter.

“I hope that hurts,” I point.

“Worth it.”

It is getting dark out and even though I had planned to take us out to eat after, I would like nothing more than to grab whatever Isabella whips up, and eat it in my bed. My driver takes us back to my penthouse and Anastasia wraps her arms around my waist as we stagger to the elevator.

“Do you think there’s any chocolate cake left?” Anastasia asks.

“You want chocolate cake again?”

She nods her head. “Well you don’t have to, but I want a piece.”

The elevator door opens and we’re home sweet home.

“Go upstairs, I’ll get the food.”

“I can eat chocolate cake in your bed?” Her eyes widen.

“Why not?” I shrug and she claps her hands together in excitement.

In the kitchen I make a sandwich for myself and grab the chocolate cake from the fridge cutting her a big piece, and I take it upstairs.

Anastasia is already in bed, book covering her face. I chuckle, shaking my head. I lay down next to her and put the piece in her lap. She’s too immersed in the chapter to even acknowledge me.

She blindly reaches for her cake, messily eating it with a fork I provided for her as her eyes don’t leave the words on the page.

She has chocolate all over her mouth and she’s completely oblivious to that fact. I smile widely, chuckling. I must’ve finally grabbed her attention because she puts her book down and asks, “Want some?” She points her fork in my direction.

My eyes flicker to the lips. I lean in as if I was pulled in by some force. My lips attach to hers and I can taste the chocolate on her. I moan loving the taste and feel of kissing her. Our kiss is all consuming as her plate falls to the floor with a shattering crash. We ignore it, not even stunned or bothered by the mess.

I crawl over her letting my body gentle lower until we are flush against one another. Her legs part and I rest between them. Her arms wrap around my body pulling me closer. We pull back for a breath, we’re both heaving but it doesn’t stop me from kissing her elsewhere. I don’t want to take it slow, our desire is burning between us. I can’t stop, even if I wanted to.

Her hands on the hem of my shirt tells me she wants more. I grab her hands pulling them away as I rip my shirt, the buttons flying everywhere. Her palm does to my chest and her fingertips skin all the way down to my hip bones. She parts her mouth in fascination, the expression on her face is curious. I doubt she’s ever seen a naked man before.

I know I can’t treat her like I have every girl in my life. For me it has always been either a one night stand or a friends with benefits type thing-without the being friends part. She’s different than any girl I have ever known and for the first time I don’t care about my pleasure, I care about hers.

Her hands go to the button of my pants, I shake my head. Now is not the time for me to get naked.

I take her sweater off and am pleased to see that she is wearing one of the bras I secretly picked out for her at Victoria’s Secret. Black and lace as it delicious pushes her breasts up. I admire it for a second but I’m too impatient as I reach around and unclasp it with expert precision. The bra comes free and I murmur a curse as I lower my mouth to her breast sucking on her pointy pink nipple. The flesh is soft and judging by her nails in my back, it feels good for her. She wiggles under my ministrations letting out a moan as she starts to shiver. My index finger and thumb tease her other nipple occasionally flicking and pulling to further heighten the stimulation.

I peek a glance up at her. Her eyes screwed shut, back begging to arch and fingers digging even further into my skin. Her breathing comes in short pants and I’m surprised that she’s enjoying this so much. She’s so sensitive by the slightest touch and I’m enjoying roaming her body finding even more places that make her cry out with pleasure.

I find a large bruise on her ribs, it’s purple and black and looks like it hurts. I skim my finger over it and she winces. I gently place a kiss on the center of the bruise. I pull back to watch her staring at me with fascination mixed with appreciation and lust. I hold her gaze as I curl my fingers around the waistband of her jeans and tug them until their around her ankles and then onto the floor.

The underwear matches the bra that is also on the floor somewhere. The lace is see through and it’s just enough to tease and taunt me. Excitement gets the better of me as I anxiously hook my fingers to rid her of her last article of clothing but she pushes my hands away.

Her face is blushed and she shys away from me. She’s nervous. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“I want to, but…” she trails looking away from me.

I grab her chin and force her attention back on me. “This is your first time,” I state. She nods. “I’ll be gentle with you. If I’m going too fast I want you to tap me hard on my shoulder three times. Okay?”

She nods again. When I go for her underwear a second time she does the same thing, pushing my hands away and scissoring her legs shut.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Trust me.”

This time she closes her eyes and I slid her underwear down her body. She is perfectly naked before me. Her arms bashfully over her face. Her body is slender and pale. I have the urge to mark her as mine and a thrill shoots through my body knowing I am going to be the first man to claim her.

My hands massage her upper thigh coaxing her to relax. Her muscles are incredibly tense and I know she’s just nervous and possibly overwhelmed. To have man see you in a way that was always supposed to be protected, supposed to be saved until her wedding day. Supposed to be a virtue.

Anastasia has lived like many Mafia women-like Liliana-they aren’t supposed to have men touch them. That is reserved for their husbands. They aren’t supposed to experience pleasure. Just like women, I learned from a young age women are nothing but an object of pleasure. They are there for my needs only and to provide me with children. They obey when I need them.

She seems anxious and apprehensive as she starts to peek through her arms. Watching carefully as I slowly push her thighs apart. The first thing I notice is the scars there, like she had told me just night’s ago. There is a slew of horizontal white scars starting from her upper thigh and going down. My jaw ticks, angry over the fact that she did this because she felt so alone. That she did this for the same reasons I did it to myself. I hate that she had ever felt as horrible as I have.

I want to take away the pain.

With a bit more coaxing, she is slow to open her legs, but when she does it is like a flower blossoming. My dick throbs in my pants aching to be inside of her. Her folds are swollen and damp, I run my finger down her slit and Anastasia sits up gasping.

“Okay?” I give her a concerned look.

She nods frantically. “Yeah. Just surprised is all,” slowly she lays back down death-gripping the sheets below her.

I lean my face in dipping my tongue into her sweetness. Her finger taps on my shoulder once, twice, I move my mouth to suck on where her tiny bundle of nerves lay. Her tapping stops and I hear her suck in a sharp breath. I don’t stop taking it as my cue to continue. I suck and nibble making sure my mouth and tongue are working overtime to send her completely over the edge. I want to see her orgasm. I want to see her cry out from the pleasure I bring her.

I wrap my arms under her thighs and keep her in place as I thoroughly eat her out. I haven’t done this since I was in high school. The prostitutes I would fuck at The Dark Twist I would do so usually from behind. Hell, I don’t even think they ever came but I was ever worried about that. The past few years I’ve been selfish with sex.

I lap up and down her slit going faster hoping to send her over the edge. I gaze up at her, her eyes screwed shut. I suck over her most sensitive area as I bring my fingers up her torso to pinch and play with her nipples. Finally, I send her over the edge. With a mighty cry, her thighs tightly hold my head as she tugs at my hair while shuddering and shaking with relief.

When she’s finally calming down and her orgasm subsides, she lays breathless and limp on the mattress staring up at the ceiling sporting a look of utter disbelief.

“That was…”

I crawl over her and kiss her deeply. When I pull back she lips her lips probably tasting herself. The innocent look on her face is such a turn on that my blood begins to boil and my dick can hardly wait his turn any longer. What I just made her do will have me thinking and picturing that moment for all of my future fantasies.

“We’re just beginning.”

Giving into my cocks demand I unbutton my pants slowly. I groan as Anastasia sits up, biting her lip and watching my every move. Her stare are glued to my hands on my fly. I kick my pants off so I’m only in my boxers. I notice she tenses you again. To make her less nervous, I lay on top of her, making out with her until she’s fully relaxed. I know it’s going to be painful at first for her so the last thing I need is for her to be tensed up.

After a few minutes of our tongues dancing I notice Anastasia is undulating on me. She is basically dry humping my thigh. I can feel her slickness and I know she’s ready.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

I pull down my underwear finally springing myself free. A tiny gasp escapes from her lips. The way she looks at my cock makes me want to boast with pride and also makes me want to lose the remaining self-control I have.

“If you need me to stop just remember, three taps on my shoulder,” I mentioned before leaning over to grab a condom I have in my bedside drawer.

She watches me roll it on in fascination. I lean down, my elbows resting on either side of her face. I brush her hair back and kiss her forehead. Silently saying, trust me, with my eyes. She gives me a small nod, an okay to continue.

I line myself up at her entrance. She sucks in a breath when my tip touches her. She feels so warm and I have to stop myself from thrusting hard and burying myself to a hilt. I push in and that’s when she starts to whimper, closing her eyes and shifting underneath me.

Gently, I stroke her hair and kiss the side of her face tenderly trying to distract her from whatever pain she’s in. Her eyes flutter open and I slid in another inch then two. Her mouth parts gasping as I continue until I’m fully inside of her. We’ve barely started and yet she is out of breath. Still on my elbows, I put my arms underneath her armpits and she wraps her arms around me. At first she hangs on for dead life, especially as I start to retreat.

I push in again and she moans in my ear. The sound encouraging me as I slowly thrust back in. She feels so tight and good and fuck, it has been a while. Since Anastasia has come into my life I haven’t fucked anyone. I am in desperate need of release and if I were actually listening to my dick which is begging me to thrust into her hard and fast, I’d come in record time.

My hand roams up and down her sides tenderly. I gaze into her seeing the lust and trust she has for me. Every so often she winces and shifts, but there are moments when she succumbs to the pleasure sex brings and shivers beneath me. My fingers provide additional friction as my mouth also puts in work on the sensitive areas of her neck.

Her grip on me gets tighter. Our bodies sweaty and sticking together, nothing could come between us. Her nails rake down my back as her panting gets quicker and my thrusts become faster. I can no longer hold back, she feels so good. Her hips roll into mine and I pull back far enough to see her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head.

Then I feel her muscles contracting on my dick, she bellows out her ecstasy as she milks out my own orgasm. I bury myself deep inside as I release weeks worth of sexual frustration and passionate tension. My entire body relaxes. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sated in my life.

I’m careful not to put my full body weight on her, but it feels good to have this closeness and catch my breath. She runs her hands through my hair as I rest on her chest feeling the thumping rhythm of her heart below.