Taken By The Mafia Lord

790 A Request From Marcel

Natalie was running home late and it was in Arianna’s favor because right now she was bent over the edge of her bed with Marcel settling behind her. He puts one hand on her hip while the other settles on her ass, holding her as he sets his thickness between the wet folds of her p*ssy. He then slides into her with one smooth motion.

Arianna mewled, burying her face into the bed as he buried himself inside of her, sheathed to the hilt. She was so sensitive, and he was so huge. Both of them were a sensation she didn’t like and liked at the same time. His finger digging into her hip, Marcel circles his hips in a motion that hit a special spot inside of her that made her cry out.

Fuck this, she wanted more!

He grabbed her hips with both hands, but this time Arianna was lifted to her tiptoes. Her tits were pressed flush to the mattress with her ass poised in the air. In this position, she held no leverage; her body was designed for his pleasure and Marcel buried his hand in her hair, tugging hard she moaned.

He began to move inside of her and never started slow. Marcel pounds in and out of her and her hands dug into the sheet, trying to brace herself. His thrusts were so powerful and intense that Arianna didn’t realize she was leaning off the bed until his hand found her neck and he pushed her back down, the side of her head pressed to the bed while he fucked her breathlessly.

“Fuck! Marcel!” She moaned from the onset of pleasure.

He continuously slammed

into her before planting himself in so deep that Arianna shattered around him, crying out her climax. But that was just the beginning because Marcel never stopped, his movements getting out of control.

Arianna screamed, moaned, whimpered, and begged him as she felt the impact of his thrusts, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling her ears, and feeling it down to her toes. Her core was so sensitive it was beginning to hurt. But with more pleasure.

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She felt Marcel caress her ass only for him to bring his hand down on it, the sound echoing through their surroundings. Her p*ssy contracted from the pain, a whimper leaving her lips. But dear God, she wanted him to do it again.

“What do you want from me, Arianna?” Marcel questioned her out of nowhere.

“Huh?” Her mind was hazy.

He smacked her ass again for that response and Arianna bit down on her lips. Her hands are bunching the sheet hard. The slap on her ass was enough to clear the fog from her brain so when Marcel asked again.

“What do you want from me, Arianna?”

She shouted huskily, “You! Just fuck me, Marcel!”

He answered her prayer.

Marcel drove in wildly, the thrust breaking into riotous pounding while he constantly spanked her ass combined with her throaty cries till her buttcheeks were red and sore. She was going to have a hard time sitting with that tomorrow.

Her muscles spasmed, her body locking up as Marcel sent her over the edge. Her body was caught in a seizure-like-bout and Arianna clenched her p*ssy hard enough to make her climax with him. Marcel came hard, exploding inside of her with a satisfied groan.

Wasted, Marcel fell on her, his cock still throbbing inside of her and relishing the little aftershocks. The both of them were silent for several minutes trying to catch their breaths until their eyes crossed and they smiled at each other. Marcel leaned and kissed her sweetly on the mouth, and parted only to withdraw out of her. His dick was limp, satisfied for the moment, but he didn’t trust it for one moment while inside of her. It was an insatiable monster.

He carried Arianna from the edge and laid her down in the middle of the bed, disappearing into her bathroom to clean up, and appeared later with a bowel and a towel which he used to assist her in her clean up.

Done, the both of them cuddled in comfortable silence, naked under the sheet.

“How would you know when your mother returns home?” Marcel asked her. He needed to be sure when to make his escape. It felt kind of sinful and exciting, you know, to fuck his girlfriend in her home and sneak out before her mother returns.

He had watched a few young adult movies like that and probably would have experienced one as a teenager if he had a normal life.

Arianna decided to let him in on the secret. She said to him, “You see, as I told you earlier, I discussed with the guard outside and he would alert me once my mother or Eric drives in.”

“Oh, is that so?” Marcel said, feeling a bit guilty. He did glare at the man, not that Arianna needed to know. But then, what if the guard purposely has revenge on him by failing to inform him of Natalie’s arrival? Marcel swallowed uncomfortably, he would have to be alert then. That was the least of his problems, anyway.

“What is it?” Arianna noticed the change in his countenance and something seemed to be bothering him.

“W-what?” Marcel blinked away the emotions in his eyes, “What are you talking about?”

Arianna said to him sternly, “Don’t you dare to lie to me, Marcelo Xavier Luciano. You can fool others, but not me. What is going on?”

At this point, Marcel knew that Arianna spelling out his full name meant that she was not taking no for an answer. He had to tell her.

“You’re right, something did happen.”

Her brows drew together, she was right of course.

“I want you to do something for me first, Arianna,” Marcel said, taking her hand in his and covering it with his palms.

“What is it?” She asked, curious about this unexpected request. It was not like Marcel to ask something of her.