The Mafia’s Obsession

“That’s right.” He releases me, and I’m left panting. “Fuck,” he grunts.

I face him, trying to keep myself composed. “Fuck? What was that about?”

He eyes me up and down, and the look on his face is a ravenous snarl. There’s so much desire in his gaze that I feel consumed by it. He’s practically shaking. “The fucking effect you have on me.”

Jesus Christ. Now I’m shaking, too. I’m standing in front of him wearing nothing but see-through underwear and a garter belt, feeling totally naked, and the realization washes over me thatIhave power overhim.

He wants me so badly he’s struggling to control himself.

I don’t want him to control himself.

Moaning, I press my body against him. Our lips meet again, for the first time since the wedding ceremony. This time, the kiss isn’t just hungry, it’sdevouring. He corners me against the wall, tongue invading my mouth. As his hands explore my almost-naked body, I can feel the hard bulge in his pants, barely contained by the thin fabric of his tuxedo.

“Fuck,” he groans, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”

I whimper, lost in the moment. I’m ready for this. I’m ready to have him inside me. My body is screaming for it, and as his hand slips down the front of my panties, I know he can feel how wet I am for him.

“Perfect,” Alessio growls, pulling out his glistening fingers. He licks them clean, making eye contact. “You taste as sweet as I thought you would.”

I just kiss him, trying to remove any pressure for me to reply. I don’t think I can talk right now, not sensibly. I’m lost in the moment, ready for him to have his way.

My breathing gets faster as he slides his fingers into the back of my hair, squeezing a handful to control my head.

“This way,” he orders, his other hand gripping my upper arm possessively. He guides me through the lavish honeymoon suite and to the bedroom. The moment we’re inside, he bends me roughly over the side of the bed, spanking my ass hard.

“Mine,” he growls, pinning my wrists behind my back. I gasp as his fingers hook under my panties and pull them down to the floor.

“Fuck,” I breathe, the cold air tickling my wet pussy. Wow, do I feel exposed.

“Now I get what I want.” Alessio’s voice is husky as he pops the buckle, dropping his pants. “Now I get to claim what fucking belongs to me.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Each breath I take is a desperate gasp as something big and thick slaps against my ass. It slides lower, searching for my opening. When it seats itself between my aching, swollen lips, I hear myself moaning with each exhalation without even meaning to.

“Mine,” Alessio growls again.”Fuck, oh my god…”

Pain and pleasure both explode through me as he pushes himself inside. I’m easily wet enough, but still not prepared for the intensity of him stretching me open. My vision shakes as I feel my inner walls straining to accommodate his size.

“Yesss… I needed this…” comes his voice from behind me.

He pulls back for another thrust, and I move my arms to grip the sheet in front of me. Alessio stops me, pinning my hands where they were and giving my ass a spank. “Keep them there.”

I quiver, instinctively trying to move them again, and earn myself another spank. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps thrusting, holding my wrists in place.

My throaty sound of defiance turns into a moan as his cock hits a special spot. Oh, fuck, that felt good. He keeps hitting it again and again as he thrusts faster. From the guttural sounds he’s making, it sounds like he’s losing himself.

So am I.

There’s nothing I can do but bend over and take his cock as he rails me, the sound of his growling getting more intense. He keeps pinning my arms, and doesn’t let go as he starts to go over the edge.

“Oh fuck, oh my god…”His words trail off into animal grunting, and his cock twitches inside me. I feel a warmth spreading, and I realize that with every twitch, he’s pumping more of his cum into my pussy.

So much for safe sex.

All I can hear is his labored breathing as he lets go of my wrists. He stays inside me, cock still twitching.

There it is. Virginity gone. To my husband, like the good girl I never wanted to be.

I whimper as he pulls out, hot cum leaking out of my pussy, onto my clit. “On your back,” he orders, patting the bed.

My legs are shaky as I stand back up and face him. “You aren’t… done with me?”

He smirks. “You think I’m not going to make my wife come on our wedding night? Oh no, baby. That’s not how it works. I won’t be done with you until you’re squirming and begging and moaning my name.”

Ayla

Alessio’s words send a shiver through me. Wife. I’m his wife. Somehow, with my innocence taken and his cum all over my pussy, it feels real now.

This is who I am. What I’ve agreed to. I can’t fight it. All I can do is accept.

“On your back,” Alessio repeats, patting the mattress again. “Right here.”

Hesitantly, I do as he says. Despite what we’ve already done together, I feel shy. This is all so new.

“Good girl,” he whispers, and just like before, it brings me a wave of satisfaction to know that I’ve pleased him. “Spread your legs for me now, baby.”

I must have waited too long to obey, because a second later, he pulls my thighs apart with his hands.

“You have nothing to hide from your husband,” says Alessio, looking down at me. He’s still wearing most of his tuxedo, while all I’ve got on is my bridal lingerie with my panties on the floor. I’m embarrassed as he pries my legs open, revealing my cum-covered pussy.

“You don’t have to-”

“Shut up,” he whispers, smirking. “I do what I want.”

I fall silent as his hand makes its way between my legs, my breaths coming fast and heavy now.

“Fuck, I love seeing your pussy all messy with my cum,” he rasps. “Really makes it feel like mine, doesn’t it?”

I nod, all of my attention on his fingers. They stroke over my inner lips, glazed with white, coating themselves in his seed.

When they reach my clit, it feels almost like an electric shock.

“Yes,”I whimper, squirming against his hand. “That feels so good.”

Lifting my head, I watch as he makes circles around my little nub. His fingers move easily, slick with cum. He does it until I’m panting and my thighs are starting to clench.

“Oh my god,” I moan, the pleasure mounting. “Alessio, I’m going to-”

“Not yet,” he says with a smirk, and stops fingering me.

“What? Whyyyy?”I whimper, squirming my hips. I was so close. God fucking dammit, I was so close.

“I want you to beg for it,” he purrs.