Arranged Mafia Marriage

Seb

“Cazzo.” Heat constricts my chest, wraps around my ribs, and squeezes until spots of darkness flicker at the edges of my vision. And I’m not even inside her. “The things you say to me… You’re going to make me come right now.” Only I won’t, because I’m waiting to be inside her sweet cunt, inside her fleshy, hot, melting pussy, wrapped in that hot, tight channel of hers as she milks me. I place my other arm-the one attached to my injured shoulder-on the other side of her. I lean my weight on it, and it throbs, but not too badly-thank fuck-then I lunge forward.

She gasps as I slam into her, fill her, stretch her… As I hit that elusive place deep inside of her. My balls slap against her skin, as my cock thickens inside of her.

“Oh, my god.” She bites her lower lip. “Seb, you’re too big.”

“You can take it.” Inch-by-inch, I pull out of her, then thrust forward with enough force that her body slides up. Her head hits the headboard and the bed jolts. At the same time, pain squeezes my shoulder, and I shove it aside. “Grab the headboard.”

“What?”

“Not going to repeat myself, babe.”

She sets her jaw, then does as she is told, thank fuck.

“Now wrap your legs around my waist.”

“Are you going to direct me at every turn?” She huffs.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

How cute. If she thinks she’s going to direct the proceedings because I’m hurt… Well, she has no idea what’s in store for her.

I glare at her, and some of her color fades. I tilt my head, and she blinks rapidly. Her chest rises and falls, then she tips up her chin, and winds first one leg, then the other, around my waist.

“Good girl,” I say in a low voice. Her cheeks redden. Her pupils dilate further. She parts her lips, and goddamn, I can’t stop myself from pushing into her even deeper, until once more, I am embedded balls-deep in her. Right where I belong. I begin to fuck her in long, slow, smooth strokes, in and out of her, then slant my hips, so when I next thrust into her, I hit her clit.

“Oh, god.” Her eyes roll back in her head. Her eyelids flutter, and I repeat the action again. Her entire body jolts. The bed slams into the wall again, and she arches back and raises her hips so I slide even deeper inside of her.

“Seb, oh, my god, Seb,” she whimpers as the tension at the base of my spine tightens, knots, folds in on itself, and I know I’m not far behind.

“Eyes on me, Princess.”

She raises those heavy eyelids and gazes up and into me, pupils blown, the dark so wide, there’s only a thin circle of blue around it. I did this to her. She’s so turned on for me. Only me. I plunge into her again as I hold her gaze. “Come with me,” I order, “come all over my cock. Right now, Princess.”

Her spine curves, she thrusts up her breasts, and I can’t stop myself from lowering my mouth and biting down on a nipple. That’s when she opens her mouth in a silent scream. I release her breast, only to fit my mouth over hers and absorb the sounds she makes as wetness gushes out to envelop my cock. I continue to fuck her through the aftershocks as her body convulses, as her pussy clamps down on my dick, and finally I come inside of her.

Dark spots flicker at the edges of my vision, and sweat runs down my temples. I tear my mouth from hers, and peer into her features. Her eyelids half-closed, she holds my gaze. My shoulder begins to throb in earnest, matching the throbbing in my balls.

“Gesu Cristo,” I whisper, “I love you.”

She chuckles weakly. “You do know, declarations of love right after sex are notoriously unreliable.”

“Or the most honest?”

“Maybe.” She doesn’t sound convinced. A pulse of agony whips through my mind, and a groan wells up my throat. I swallow it, push away from her to collapse on my back. And a low cry emerges from the baby monitor.

“Cazzo!” I snap my eyes open. “Is that-”

“It is,” she confirms as she sits up, then swings her legs over. She glances around for something to wear, when I hold up my hand.

“Wait, let me go.”

She turns to face me. “You?”

“Why not?”

She glances away, then back at me. “You’re still hurt. You need your rest, especially after those exertions.” She pushes off of the bed, reaches for my shirt, and pulls it on. “I’m assuming it’s okay to borrow your shirt?”

I take in her curvy body swathed in my shirt that comes to just above her knees. “It looks much better on you.” I settle back against the pillow as she heads out the door and toward Avery’s room.

Either she doesn’t trust me yet with her daughter or… Something’s still stopping her from seeing me in the role of father. On the other hand, she wore my shirt. Tiredness tugs at my senses. I fight against the sleep that wraps around my mind.

“Hey, Bubu,” her voice comes through the baby monitor. There’s the rustle of fabric as she picks Avery up in her arms, no doubt. Another sleepy cry from the child, then Elsa says, “P. U. You seriously need a diaper change, Bubu.”

I hear her move about the room as she gathers what she needs. Then, the sound of Velcro being pulled apart filters through the speaker, followed by, “Oh, god, Avery. That’s a poonami.”

I chuckle a little and close my eyes as she clucks her tongue. Avery gurgles, then there are more sounds, before Elsa begins to hum softly. It’s a song I don’t recognize, but her voice is soothing. She continues to sing in a low voice, as darkness overwhelms me.

My eyelids snap open. I’m not sure what wakes me. I glance around the darkened room. Starlight streams in through the open curtains. “Elsa?” I reach for her, but the bed is empty. I sit up and the cover falls about my waist. “Elsa? Princess?” Did she cover me up? Where did she go? I spot the baby monitor. Of course, she went to put Avery back to sleep. Perhaps she’s still in her room? I swing my legs over the side of the bed, stand up, and head for the door, then stop.

“Cazzo!” I need to put on my clothes before I go in there. I snatch my pants from the floor, then grunt when my shoulder protests. Still, the pain seems to have settled into a dull throb, which is an improvement. I sit down on the bed and pull them on, then zip up my pants, before I head for the door. I step out into the corridor and head toward Avery’s room. I walk in and find the baby fast asleep in her crib. The nightlight is on, and the stars on the ceiling glitter in their reflected glory. There’s no sign of Elsa, though. I turn and head out the door, making sure to avoid the creaky floorboard this time. Then I duck into Elsa’s room. There’s no one there. Eh? I cross the floor to the ensuite bathroom, push open the door to find it all empty. What the-? My heartbeat speeds up. The hair on my forearms prickle. Where could she be?

I head back to my room, snatch up my phone, and that’s when I see her message, “I’m sorry, Seb.”