The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

I woke up to the impact of hot, sizzling feathery kisses, trailing across my exposed neck and against my will, and a moan rolled out of my mouth. I arched my back off the bed, trying to get more of what he was offering, and I heard him chuckle. I whined, groaning softly, my eyes fluttering open, locking in a stare with twinkling green eyes that sparkled with mischief.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“What are you doing?” I whispered to the man, who wouldn’t stop nuzzling his head into my neck. I tilted my head to the side, giving him access to my neck. The warm kisses made me so dizzy, rendering my vision useless. His long, sinful fingers pinched my nipples through satin sheets that barely covered my body and I whimpered, trying to snap my legs shut because of the way it was brimming with so much liquid. He shifted the sheets off my body, revealing my perky mounds that were aching for his never-ending touch.

I swallowed the spit that was starting to build up in my mouth, a little ashamed of myself because of how much of a thirsty whore I was. I didn’t understand how just even a graze of his fingers on my skin was enough to make my middle feel like a fucking ocean, brimming with slimy liquid. It was embarrassing. My body was so responsive to him. He took my earlobe in his mouth and swept his tongue across the skin beneath it.

I fisted the sheet in my hands, moaning.

His growing bulge was pressed firmly against my ass that was resting on his middle and I smiled, understanding what he had just done. He wanted me to see the kind of effect I also had on him. Not giving me the chance to reel from the fact that he was overly hard for me, his thumb brushed my buds and I moaned, my hands going behind me to palm his head.

“Fuck,”

He swirled the aching bud between his fingers, leaving me a moaning, panting mess in his arms. My knees had practically turned to jelly underneath him. He knew he had me right where he wanted me. Needy and breathless. And at this point, he could make or mar me. He pressed a soft kiss on my supple skin, toying with my breasts.

“Do you want me to stop? We can get into the shower, you know?” I could feel the bastard smiling against my skin.

“Oh, fuck you!”

“You will be a good girl and watch your tongue or I will leave you hanging. You won’t even get to touch yourself,” His voice came out in a whisper, but I didn’t miss the underlying threat that had me taking in some air.

“God, Arden, just touch me already.” I breathed, desperate for even a breath on my throbbing pussy.

“Legs apart, Peach.” He chuckled behind me and I did as I was instructed. His hands brushed my inner thigh and I let out a harsh breath, accompanied by a whimper.

I couldn’t fight the gasp that exited my lips when his finger brushed my throbbing clit, stroking it softly. My nipples tightened as he began working his fingers around my moist vulva, causing my clit to pulsate heavily.

“You are so wet, Peach. Have you been thinking about me in your sleep?” He demanded, huskily, kissing my ear.

“Ugh, fuck yes!”

“Hmm,” I bit my lip.

“That feels so good.”

His fingers stroked my sensitive spot and I couldn’t stop dripping heavily, whimpers leaving my lips at how good he made me feel with his hands. He inserted a finger into my warm entrance, my walls clenching around him and I threw my head backwards, causing it to meet the soft pillow as I moaned loudly. He pumped his finger in and out of my wetness, leaving me a convulsing mess in his arms.

“You like that, huh?”

“You like how you little cunt clenches around me?”

“Oh…I like it. I love it!”

I choked out a sob, twisting on the bed and writhing in pleasure. I arched my back to meet his frustratingly slow pace, wanting to get more of what he was offering. When he sensed my uneasiness, he took it up a notch and increased his pace, pumping his finger in and out of my warm core. He added one more finger into my pussy, curling them inside of me and my eyes rolled skyward in their sockets. My breath came out in harsh pants. I was nearly melting into liquid on the bed, his sinful fingers nullifying what was left of my liquidized senses.

“You are so warm and tight.” He growled into my ears, sucking on the skin of my neck.

I fisted the sheets in my hands, twisting on my side, a loud sob eluding me. My body couldn’t handle the intensity of the pleasure his fingers bestowed upon me. My body rocked with tremors as his finger stroked me, so softly. I convulsed heavily in his arms, unable to suppress my breathy moans and soft-sigh-cries.

“Don’t stop!”

“Oh, my God! Yes, right there!”

“Harder!”

I sounded so needy but I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn. I had completely thrown my manners out the window, the minute he slipped his fingers into me. I would completely be a whore for those fingers because they pleasured me so well and left me on the verge of losing my grasp on my senses. The intensity of the pleasure had knots building up in the pit of my stomach. It was overwhelming and overshadowed the entirety of my being, leaving me a whimpering mess.

“Arden!” I cried.

He chuckled against me, the vibration of the rich sound resonating across the walls of my ears, amplifying my arousal.

“Let it go, my love. I’ll be here to catch you when you shatter.” He kneaded my breasts and I felt my muscles contracting heavily, nerves shooting through me as I approached my release, thrashing around in his arms.

I buried my head in the sheets to muffle my screams and loud sobs, his finger stroking me with his mouth on my breast, swirling his tongue around my nub. He pumped out of me, non-stop and it was so stimulating because my walls clenched around him, my juices exploding and creaming his fingers as I whimpered into the sheets, crying softly. I shattered in his arms and just like he promised, he was there to hold me together.

I was panting heavily, chuckling, because that had to be the best way to wake up.

“You should have seen how beautiful you looked in my arms when you reached your climax.” He chortled, kissing my neck and I turned to face him, my legs still feeling a little numb from that mind-shattering release.

Our lips locked in a soft kiss and I moaned into it, going ahead to straddle him. His hands cradled my ass, squeezing the bare flesh. It was so easy for him because I was utterly naked under the sheets. I was so needy of him. I couldn’t get enough of this man. Since he got back from his trip, we have not been able to keep our hands off each other.

Heck, I wasn’t even bored.

He broke the kiss to my dismay, looking up to soak in the view in front of him and I pouted. He held me firmly with his hands on my waist, grinning at me, and I rolled my eyes.

“I hope you are not too tired for a morning surprise?” He demanded and I furrowed my brows at his question.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s somewhere I want to take you to.” He revealed, his eyes twinkling with softness. He sounded so cheery and excited like he couldn’t wait to take me to where we were going.

“Tell me,” I demanded, pouting.

“No, that would ruin the surprise.” He countered, grinning at me. I hated being curious, but I had no choice but to stay that way, since he seemed pretty insistent on not telling me where we were going.

“Come on, go get dressed.” He urged me and I sent him a tight frown before rolling off him. He smacked my ass before I could get off him and I turned to him, flipping him off.

“Keep your vile hands to yourself!” I chided him.

“They didn’t seem so vile a few minutes ago,” he smirked, and I grew red in the face, dashing into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. It didn’t help because I could still hear his guffaws.

He’s such an asshole.