Taken By The Mafia Lord

789 Marcel Never Settles For One Round

The both of them were too impatient to wait and Marcel was surprised when Arianna spun him around, pushing him into the wall instead before the wet heat of her mouth was upon him. She tugged at his shirt, greedily slipping her hand beneath and moaning at the feel of his strong, gorgeous, lean muscles tensing beneath.

To be honest, Marcel found it hotter when Arianna took the approach to seduce him and that was evidenced by his cock throbbing in his pants. She was the finest thing that he had ever tasted, like a burst of sunshine on his tongue that dueled with hers.

But then he found himself always wanting to be in control, to want to please her. He turned her into the wall this time, pushing her closer so their bodies were plastered together.

The passion ignited and their kiss became urgent, wetter, and hotter. Arianna was breathing deeper and faster through the kiss, her head reeling with all the sensation.

Marcel’s hands moved and the flimsy material of her nightgown dropped to the ground between them, his gaze darkening at the sight of her breast. He cupped her breast, heat searing through her. Arianna moaned loudly into his mouth while he rolled her pebbled nipples in between his fingers.

He lifted his head and Arianna peered up at him with her lust-induced eyes as a wicked grin curved the corners of his lips and a shiver went through her. He lowered his hot mouth over her nipple and Arianna arched her back into him, a gasp leaving her lips.

Marcel’s mouth didn’t cover her nipple, it engulfed it and engorged it. He licks her overly sensitive breast while the other massages the other breast. Arianna moved against him, her hands digging into his shoulders through his shirt and wishing he was as naked and vulnerable as she was.

But Marcel had other plans because he gave up on her breast and she felt steady movements only for his fingers to slip her panties off her legs and she stepped out of it. He slowly slides his hand over her p*ssy, her breath hitching in response.

Marcel plunges a finger in and out of her, a moan leaving her lips. He then withdraws the finger, bringing it to her open lips, and traces them, leaving a sticky, wet trail behind. He puts the finger inside of her mouth and Arianna eagerly sucks the length of his hand, the libidinous sounds she made at the back of her throat causing his dick to harden, straining against the confines of his pants.

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He takes back his finger and licks up every drop on her lips before invading her mouth with his tongue. Marcel’s hands move to her ass and yank her forward so his erection grinds against her p*ssy and makes her groan a hoarse sound into his mouth.

Arianna had had enough of the appetizer, she wanted a taste of the main dish, especially when knowing she was on borrowed time – her mother might return at any moment. Then her hands were moving frantically, yanking on the button of his pants and Marcel arched his hips in encouragement, making her chest pound in anticipation.

She ripped his pants and underwear off leaving him in astonishment. Marcel knew deep down that Arianna was never like this, what had he done to this once pure, innocent soul? He tainted her soul black, turning her into a dark goddess fit for him and he was so proud of his handwork.

She helped him stripped, naked skin meeting naked skin. Arianna swallowed yet her hips couldn’t help but arch into him, she wanted him now. With both hands on her ass, Marcel boosted her up so she could wrap her legs around him while pushed up against the wall. He kissed her once again, devouring her mouth with his tongue.

Setting his thickness between the wet fold of her pussy, Marcel drives into her in one, wild motion.

“Oh fuck.” Arianna’s voice trembled into the silence of the room, as her channel squeezed Marcel’s dick so tightly he gritted his teeth.

“God, you are too tight,” Marcel groaned, his voice sounding unsteady.

More like he was too huge.

Arianna panted shakily, feeling his cock pulse inside of her.

However, a protesting groan left her lips when she felt him beginning to slide out from her. A dark, satisfied chuckle left Marcel’s lips as he slipped out of her completely, punishing her with his absence only to slam into her with fluid ease, drawing a whimper from her lips.

That asshole, Arianna wanted to glare at him but a low, satisfied sound rolled through her instead. Marcel settled his dick so deep inside of her that her p*ssy was stretched and she winced. His hand clutched her ass and Arianna shuddered, her hands holding onto Marcel’s shoulder when he started to move.

He thrust into her with such smooth, fluid motions that made it hard to breathe. As if that wasn’t enough, Marcel yanked her face forward so he could kiss her while he fucked her. And though they kissed with intense ferocity, sucking and devouring each other’s lips, it still didn’t distract nor break off Marcel’s pace. Instead, the erotic kiss fueled him.

They got into a rhythm so hard and fast that it forced Arianna to break the kiss and squeal loudly.

“Marcel — oh fuck—” She panted, her voice a hoarse, desperate wreck.

Marcel in question grabbed her ass and slammed her down on his dick, deepening the pleasure while she shuddered, having rubbed a spot inside of her that made her breath catch.

He continued slamming into her while Arianna panted, delirious with pleasure. She facilitated the move by pounding her hips downward to meet every one of Marcel’s upward thrusts, building the pleasure and making their fucking twice as intense, hard, and frantic. She was so overly sensitive that she couldn’t breathe.

“Marcel -!” She cried out, her body quaking like a leaf in winter as a great pleasure vibrated through her.

Marcel didn’t stop, he continued plowing into her without mercy, prolonging the ecstasy until he came with her too. He groaned, the raspy sound making her shiver around him while his seed filled her so much that the rest dripped down her legs.

He kissed her, but it was less urgent, more like sharing mutual satisfaction and she leaned into him. He slowly pulled out of her and Arianna missed the hot contact. She wanted more of him.

And more she got because Marcel never settles for one round. Not even for a quickie.