Debt To The Mafia King

Chapter 8

 —MICHELE—

I watched her bite her lip after she spoke my native language. It sent my blood pumping through my body and I pushed my mouth against hers. The softness of her lips stroked against mine as we moved against each other. The s****l tension grew in line with the passion we shared. I still had the rage flowing through me like a virus and I gripped her hair tightly to control her movement. She groaned with excitement when I tugged at her soft lips. Her eyes that were previously closed, opened and she stared at me.

“What did I say about biting your lip” I growled. 

A flash of mischievousness flickered in the green of her eyes and she smirked, clearly toying with me; she’s going to regret that. I spun her round so that her back was pressed against my bare chest. Stroking my hands down her sides, I brushed my lips against her ear and breathed deeply. 

“Don’t test me piccola ragazza” (little girl). 

She groaned at the familiar nickname and trembled from my touch. I removed her cardigan and pulled up her top. Once I had thrown her top on the floor, I tickled her abdomen with my finger tips. She shivered and groaned from the sensation. I moved her over to the punching bag and pressed her body against it. Her arms wrapped around it for support and I planted slow, seductive kisses from the top of her neck to her spine. When I got to the to her jeans I reached round and unbuttoned them. After releasing her curvaceous hips from them, I pulled them from each leg.

The vulnerability of her standing there with only her bra and thong covering her body was enough cause a semi-erection. She has allowed me to take full control which turns me on even more. I kissed up the inside of her leg and nipped at her skin once I reached her thighs. She jolted and let out a small gasp, gripping the fabric of the bag tighter. I reached the outside of her thong and stroked my tongue across it. She groaned at the warmth of my tongue and trembled when I hit her bud. 

Tucking my fingers into the main part of her thong, I brushed past her bundle of nerves and tugged it down to her ankles, using one hand. I then repeated the same motion as before with my tongue, but this time on her skin. When she let out a loud moan, I parted her cheeks to gain better access. She tilted her head back and rolled her hips slightly to encourage my movement. I could tell she was getting closer and closer by the volume of her voice. It didn’t take long for her to tremble from the sensitivity of her orgasm so I slowed down to release every sensation she had. I wiped my mouth and stood up to unhook her bra. Once I’d removed it, she turned around to me with a devilish glance. 

“My turn” she smirked and knelt down in obedience. 

She pulled my already erected p***s from my shorts and stared up at me. Maintaining eye contact, she folded her arms behind her and opened her mouth, as if she was asking permission. I grinned at her, enjoying the consensual submissive behaviour she was portraying. I grabbed my shaft and placed the tip onto her tongue. She looked down using only her eyes and moulded her lips around it, sucking slowly and gently half way down my shaft. I shut my eyes and rolled my head back at the instant release of some of my aggression. 

As the sensation built my tension, I gripped the back of her head, guiding it further and making her choke slightly. When I felt like I couldn’t wait another second, I picked her up from the floor and guided her to the table. After brushing my arm across it to clear the surface, I picked her up and laid her flat on her back. I wanted to look into her eyes as I was f*****g her. I dragged my tongue across my fingertips and rubbed against her. Once I pushed my tip into her entrance her eyes rolled back. 

She groaned loudly as I thrusted deeper. After few gentle thrusts to ease her open, I fastened my pace. The sweet sound of her moans encouraged me to push deeper and deeper. When my aggression peaked, I put my hand to her throat and squeezed, just hard enough so that she could still breathe. Her nails digging into my back enhanced my movement and I allowed my anger to release slowly with every thrust. She was jolting from the pressure of my hips hitting hers and I could feel myself getting closer and closer. I held it in, watching her grip tightly as she reached her orgasm. 

When she relaxed, I lifted her leg into my shoulder and used my hips to grind against her with force. I couldn’t hold it in much longer. She could tell I was close by the look in her eyes and she grinned, hinting for me to let go of my rage. I pounded against her, faster and harder until I could feel the intense sensation and pulled out of her. I laid my c**k on her stomach and she grabbed it, stroking it at a medium pace until I released on her soft skin. I groaned as the last drop seeped from my tip and then leant over her, panting for breath.

She stroked my cheek softly and smiled at me. I picked up the towel from the floor and handed it to her so that she could wipe away the mess on her stomach. As she did, I wiped my brow with my arm and swallowed deeply. I was free of the frustration and anger and I could breathe. 

“Come on” she beckoned me, stumbling off of the table and taking my hand. 

I followed her to the bathroom and she turned on the shower. After testing the water, Amelia guided me in with her and stood me under the water. She grabbed the soap from the side and rubbed it all over my body, smirking as she tickled under my arms playfully. When she reached my groin, I trembled at the sensitivity and groaned. She just chuckled and then rubbed her hands along my chest to move the water across my torso. I noticed her expression turn serious when I looked down at her.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I just wish that I knew about Matteo when I was there” she replied.

“That way I could have avenged your parents death and you wouldn’t be feeling like this”. I tilted her head up with my fingers pinching her chin and stared into her eyes.

“Then you would be putting yourself in a dangerous position and I would lose you too” I said. 

“I wouldn’t be able to cope with that”. 

Her eyes flickered in the light as she took in every word. The fact that she was even thinking about it showed me how much she cares. She has such a big heart and her kind attitude is infectious to everyone around her. 

“You would have risked being punished severely or even killed, it’s not your risk to take. I’m trying to protect you from the scum that is involved in my life, not put you on the front line” I reminded her. 

She kissed me passionately and then flashed me a warm smile. I took the soap from her hand and embraced her, planting one last kiss before turning her around and running the soap over her body. She really is one of kind.