The mafia boss wants me.

Pleasure

The spread was abandoned as Marcel clears the table lying her on top of it, no one dared enter the room without his consent, leaving them to themselves, as their lips met several times in heated passion,

"f**k" he mutters, tracing kisses down her neck before scooping her up in a straddled hug making his way up the stairs with her in tow, carrying her like she weighs nothing, the mafias lips never stopping their ministration, whether it was her lips or neck

Vanessa didn't care to look at her surroundings, trusting Marcel completely as she was pushed into a lavish master bedroom, adorned with an old Italian dark wooden bed frame that held the large king-size bed.

Turning her swiftly Marcel fell to the bed on his back and then he stood at the foot of the bed between his legs. She had to give a show of confidence as well even if she was not fully sober because she was no amateur. If Marcel was intent on having her, good, then she’ll give him that.

"Undress for me Nessa," Marcel requested, and Vanessa swallowed down the little shudder of pleasure that threatened her body. Taking off her blazer as she took off her cropped tube and skirt leaving her in her lingerie, but what made it hotter was Marcel just sitting down on the bed staring at her lustfully with his hands propped on the bed behind him, watching her every move, his eyes wandering up and down Vanessa body. The way he devoured her with his eyes made Vanessa feel a surge of unfiltered confidence.

When Vanessa began to remove her pants, she almost stumbled, because the mafia was undressing, too, and it was quite a show. He pulled his shirt off and threw it to the floor somewhere, and then he ran his fingers through his hair and sat back again as She stared, his pants kicked off now. The mafia she had heard about was a sight to behold, but Marcel in person and shirtless was an entirely different story. His entire upper body was sculpted with muscle, but not in an overbearing fashion. It suited him perfectly, and the tattoos were complementary

“Can you take it”

“Stop talking and f**k me, Mr. Marcel" She gasped as Marcel's veiny fingers held unto her with a shivering grip that had her head spinning. With one hand, He then nudged her until she rolled over, her lower back and hips still on the pillow. The mafia settling between her legs he kept her right there, kneeling on the bed as she rolled the condom on and added a bit of extra lube. She hadn't once touched herself yet, and she couldn't even remember why. It didn't matter.

"Legs open," the mafia commanded, and Vanessa had a thousand words she wanted to spew out and wanted to talk back, but he had no time. The confidence she had had going into this endeavor had been grossly misplaced, thinking that she was going to be in complete control and that the mafia would not be able to bring him to the point of begging. But now she was at this point eating her own words because she was doing everything the mafia said without question like every touch made her more possessed and inclined to his every will.

"f**k," Vanessa gasped out as Marcel slowly pushed into her He thrust shallowly, one hand massaging Vanessa’s thigh, and then he pushed in further as his slicked-up hand wrapped around Her thighs for the first time. She swore she could see stars in her vision, clenching helplessly around Marcel, not sure if she was going to make it.

"You can take me. Just relax. A little more, f**k your feel so good baby, you’re doing good just for me." The mafia leaned forward to whisper in her ear as Vanessa's chest heaved. s*x was just supposed to be a one-time fling to get her mind off him, mutual pleasure with a fair bit of awkward fumbling, a good way to grab at fleeting intimacy for satisfaction. But the mafia proved her wrong, not to mention he was a walking dream, turning s*x into something much more dangerous than just a pastime.

His whispers of sweet nothings lingered, but Vanessa's moans drowned it out. The mafia then began to f**k into her deeply, steadily, at the perfect angle for her to feel everything. His hand was working on her body in perfect time and harmony with his thrusts, and he wasn't relenting or slowing down. She wanted to do something, wanted to participate, but she couldn't think straight. With the mafia shifted and angled his hips as he held Vanessa firm, and the moment he started f*****g into her again, she damn near lost it, as to how good she felt from the push and pull of his c**k down her hole, her hand flying to the nape of the mafias, scratching him in the process, she was sure there we’re going to be marked but at this momentous, she didn’t give a flying f**k.

“Nessa you Sound so beautiful. Look at you. I wish you could see yourself, you’re doing so amazing love” the mafia said as he traced feather-like kissed down her neck

Vanessa went from staring blankly to moaning as the praises made her elated, he then grabbed her hips and started to f**k into her again with vigor, and he angled downward and just right. He didn't even have to touch Her He refused to relent, encouraging her over her breathless but loud moans, his pleas. Her hands suddenly grabbed at the sheets again and then tried to grab for the mafia to bring him closer, but it was no use. She could feel the pleasure building as she thrashed and kicked her legs, but the mafia kept him still. The pleasure build-up was so intense that Vanessa lost the ability to form words at that moment. Every sound out of her mouth was a strangled moan, her head thrown back, elbows digging into the mattress as she fought against it, so overstimulated that she could hardly stand it.

"Go ahead. Come on, baby. Feel good? Come for me."

Her vision was a blur, and suddenly, she was panting her chest burning. When she let out a gasping moan that sounded like a bell to Marcel's ear as he watched her come undone, back-arching, Vanessa felt tears in her eyes, and he didn't even fight it. Her next breath was something like a sob, and then she let out a shout that caught in the back of her throat as the orgasm damn near blinded her as she held onto the sheets for her dear life, vision turning white

carding her fingers through the mafia's hair who watched her with an unreadable look in his eyes, and kissed him fiercely the mafia reciprocating back with much intent in the kiss, bodies pressed together. Holding on to her as he let out a small moan in the back of his throat, and Vanessa gently ran her tongue across the mafia bottom lip as marcel’s hands found purchase on her hips, their lips meeting in light pecks every minute, it didn’t matter how long they kissed, not caring of how their mouths swelled.

He could hear her soft sighs, interpreting sleep was near for Vanessa as he let her go,

"God, you make everything worth it,” he said caressing her face, the latter already pulled in sleep

“I don’t think I can let you go”