Taken By The Mafia Lord

368 Creativity Is In Abundance Today

Marcel groaned as Arianna ground against him, her pace increasing while she shove her tongue into his mouth, stroking his tongue swiftly, and meeting his intensity with her own.

However, Arianna pulled away and let out a pure cry of desire when he grabbed her waist and bucked his hips against her, aiding the process and dry humping her faster.

“Marcel....” She gasped loudly, her fingers threading through his hair and her nails scratched his scalp, pulling him to get impossibly closer.

She squealed, throwing her head back as she tipped over that glorious pinnacle. She floated for seconds before descending back on earth, greedily taking in a mouthful of breath.

Marcel wasn’t sure that he had seen Arianna look sexier than at that moment of her release. The sight was quite stimulating. She then looked down at him, eyes dark with desire yet wide with enlightenment as well. She has become corrupted by his darkness.

Their lips met once more in a lazy kiss, her hands working on his buttons as she whispered against his lips, “I need you, Marcel.”

“Urm, that’s not going to happen.” He said carelessly.

Arianna froze.

She pulled back and gave him a questioning look, “Are you kidding me right now? After all of this?” She was close to climbing down from him in anger.

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But Marcel was quick to grab onto her waist, “That’s not what I meant”

“What do you mean, then?”

“You can have me after you’re back from tomorrow’s mission,”

“What? Oh.” Arianna realized what he was doing. He was giving her the incentive to stay alive.

“Sure, I’ll be back tomorrow. That’s a promise,” Arianna told him and sealed it with a kiss, but just when Marcel was about to deepen it, she pulled back with a chuckle. Marcel chortled deep in his throat, she was teasing him.

Arianna whispered into his ear,

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t get creative, right?”

“Of course,” Marcel said while kissing down her throat, “Creativity is in abundance today,” there was a hint of promise in his tone.

Arianna shut her eyes, getting lost in the feeling of him trailing light kisses all over her neck and collar bone, he then sucked on the dip in her neck and she released a sharp breath. Like the strings of a guitar, Marcel seemed to know how to handle her; he knew which string to pull to make her go up or low.

His hand moved to her back and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and she raised her hands to make it easier for him. As soon as her shirt was off, his lips were back on hers while unlatching her bra.

Her breasts spilled free and Marcel looked at it intently, drinking in the sight and having his full of it. Feeling shy all of a sudden, Arianna tried to hide the view from him by crossing her arms but he stopped her.

“No, don’t,” He warned her, “Don’t obstruct the great view.”

She blushed instantly, unable to look him in the eyes. Arianna had never had problems with her body from the start, but now that she was bare before him, she felt quite conscious. Her boobs were neither small nor too large, it was the perfect B-cup and she was content with it – at least until now.

Marcel lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

“My God!” Arianna moaned, bucking against him because she was startled by the sudden heat of his tongue on her nipple. She groaned, throwing her head back as Marcel gave her a little more pleasure while fondling the other breast.

Arianna’s arms curl around his neck, holding Marcel so incredibly close to her chest and almost suffocating him in the process. But Marcel in question must love death because he claimed the entire nipple in her mouth and sucked hard until she was quivering with pleasure even while she strangled him.

“Marcel!” She continuously moaned his name when he focused on the other breast, sucking against the nipple while flicking the bud with his lips and nipping the edges with his teeth, sending enough pain with pleasure to send her to the edge, only that she wasn’t fully satisfied and needed more.

Marcel, of course, was glad to oblige her. He dropped his lips to her sternum and kissed down, feeling the way her body quivered under his touch. He kissed his way down until she reached the waistband of her short and tugged on it. He needed access.

With her eyes slightly hooded and out of breath, Arianna had no problem with granting him the favor and chewed on her bottom lip with expectation. Marcel didn’t readily undress her, rather he readjusted his position with her on him and his hand disappeared into her shorts.

Arianna’s breath was hoarse at the mere thought of Marcel’s fingers inside of her. But that thought became a reality when he inserted his finger into her wet, tender fold. Arianna shivered around his finger.

“Fuck!” Arianna cried out at the instant Pleasure.

“Sorry, love, but I don’t plan to do that to you yet,” Marcel teased her, stroking her clit and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath as the sensation overwhelmed her.

With each flick of his finger against her clit, it seemed as if there was a spark and her body was about to be set on fire. This time, Marcel added more fingers, increasing his pace until Arianna was crying and holding onto his shoulder as if he was her lifeline.

But Marcel was definitely out of control, flicking her clit with his fingers as if it was his cock until she bucked hard, falling apart as the ecstasy crashed over her. Arianna covered her lips against his in a sweet kiss but Marcel had gone past the realm of sweetness because he had other things in mind.

His powerful muscles easily carried Arianna up, and turning, he pushed her back into the sofa and began to pull her short down her thighs leaving her in nothing and he was able to get a view of her glistening, wet fold. He was going to enjoy this.

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