Mafia Obsession

Elio

“Are you sure you don’t mind staying?” I ask Luca. We’re standing on the porch of the suburban house. As far as the neighbors know, this belongs to an elderly couple who rent it out as an Airbnb-type deal. People nod and wave to us, curious about the new visitors. We smile and wave back. They’ll never know there’s a half-dead man in the basement.

Luca shakes his head with a wry smile. “I know you’re itching to see your lady.”

I look over at the city, hazy in the setting sunlight. I’ve purposefully waited until it’s getting dark. “I just hope I don’t run into Mom.”

Luca sighs and shrugs.

“Was that a shrug?” I snap.

“We can’t hate her forever. Your lady said Mom said Dad already knew. If Dad knew, and he forgave her, then we’ll have to as well. Maybe he’s not the man he used to be, but Leonardo Marino’s opinion counts for something.”

“Of course it does,” I growl.

“Unless you think Mom’s lying? Dad didn’t really know?” He looks genuinely concerned.

“She wouldn’t have lied if it wasn’t for Russel,” I say. “It was blackmail, plain and simple. I doubt she’d lie about this.”

“Dad will be able to tell us one day,” Luca says fiercely. “I was looking online. It can take years for people to recover. He’ll get there. It’s time to get him into a proper rehab program. It’s time for you to step up as don.”

I clap Luca on the arm. “You’ve got no idea how happy that makes me, bro. That’s all I want for Dad, too. For him to get better.”

“You good?” Luca asks when I stare off at the city again.

I clench my teeth, thinking of the bastard in the basement, thinking of what he did to my woman: breaking in, shoving her against the wall, intimidating her, terrifying her. He thinks he can get away with it.

“Scarlet wants me to turn Russel over to the police. She thinks there’s been too much darkness.”

“What do you think?”

“It’s what I feel, and I feel like hitting him until I break my hand. If I could find it in me to do what she wanted, I would for her. Maybe it’d help me, too. Just a little less darkness, but I can’t.”

Luca nods slowly. I can tell he understands, even if he’s never felt this way about a woman. I can tell he’d want to do the same in my position. “Just go be with her tonight. We can handle all this tomorrow.”

Sitting in my car across the street from the apartment, I text my woman. Is your mom asleep?

Yeah, she replies. I’m in the corner bedroom. I thought it’d be best since there’s nobody in the one next door.

More heat floods into me. I’ve been solid ever since I started driving over here, thinking about her thick legs, her pink, glistening slit, and her hard, tasty clit. I know how tight she’s going to be around my shaft, her walls squeezing, needy, and desperate for the future.

Good. Start rubbing your pussy for me. Get yourself nice and wet. Oh my God, Elio. You make me so hot when you say stuff like that. Are you doing it?

Yes, she replies.

Tell me what you’re doing. Precome leaks hotly from the end of my dick, actual come trying to erupt out of me. Be specific, my singing angel.

I’ve got my hand between my legs, she replies. I’m stroking my clit slowly, but I’m getting quicker.

Are you getting wet for me? Yes. Just for you. Only for you.

I can’t text anything else. My dick is pushing against my zipper like it’s going to make it explode. My balls are so damn full. Pushing the car door, I almost run across the street. After riding the elevator up, I nod to the Family man at the door, who opens it for me. No questions.

The hallways are dark. I keep it that way, moving like a big cat on a hunt, and that’s how it feels. Like all the hunger is taking hold of me, possessing me, owning me. I walk down the hallway and then push her door open.

Oh, fuck. She’s lying on top of the sheets in a baggy hoodie, like a gift ready to be unwrapped so that I can see all the beauty beneath. She’s only got her underwear on her bottom half, her hand wriggling beneath them.

She opens her eyes and stares up at me, her cheeks flushed. She’s got an almost guilty expression on her face, as though she knows that I’m the one who’s supposed to make her cream. Closing the door behind me, I stalk to the bed, kneeling down and grabbing onto her thigh.

“You’re mine,” I growl, indulging in her thick thighs, squeezing so that my fingers sink into her curviness. She sits up and clasps my face with her hands.

“Only yours,” she whispers. “You meant it all, yeah, Elio?” “A future, a marriage… We’re going to have it all.”

I climb onto the bed and lie atop her, holding myself up with my arms as we kiss. I graze my body with hers, letting me feel her breasts, her thighs. Her mouth is so damn warm, and so is her slit. I push one hand against her underwear, feeling her heat beneath it, the wetness.

“Your virgin pussy is ready,” I snarl.

She pants heavily, hot breaths against me. “Are you sure?”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“I need you,” I tell her. “You’re cute and beautiful as hell when you’re nervous, but you’re going to open that pussy for me and take my dick. Take the future. Aren’t you?” I sound like a wild beast, growling deeply. “Scarlet?”

Her cheeks flush the shade of her name. She nods, biting her lip. “Get that hoodie off.”

She tugs at my clothes. “I could say the same to you.”

I smirk, leaning back, stripping off my shirt, then my jeans, looking at her almost the whole time. She’s doing the same. She unhooks her bra, and then I’m on her big tits as they gorgeously bounce free. I push them together, groaning when I feel this particular thickness.

When I start sucking her needy nipples, she moans, smoothing her hand through my hair. At the same time, while keeping so much hot attention on her nipples, I slide my hand between her legs and feel her naked heat and her juices seeping all over my hand.

She moans, making it a song because my singing angel can’t help but do that. I push my finger against her slit, spreading her lips apart, circling her entrance. She’s got so many sweet juices for me. She’s leaking as hotly as my tip is, precome making me burn, making me need.

Slipping my finger inside of her, I move my tongue around her nipple. She starts to tremble all over. She starts to make the sweetest noises. I’m stunned she’s getting so close, so fast. It’s like a hunt again. I’m getting that sweet, musical orgasm from her.

Pushing my finger deeper, I move it in circles in time with my tongue. I stroke her passionately, feeling her open up for me. Her body shakes even more, her curviness rippling. She drives her fingernails against my neck, almost screaming.

I lean back, letting myself watch her. Her tits bounce as I fuck her with my finger. As the orgasm pulses through her, I slip another finger inside.

“F-fuck,” she whimpers.

“You’re so tight,” I growl. “Your young virgin pussy is going to feel so fucking perfect around my dick.”

“Y-y-ye…” Then it’s like a second wave hits her. The most dick-hardening part is how adorably shocked she seems by it, smiling as she shifts against my hand in time with my fingers. She shivers against me and then lies back, stunned, wide-eyed.

I lean down and kiss her again. With one hand, I guide my dick up her leg, pushing my tip against her inner thigh, then her entrance. Passion blazes through me when I feel her hot wetness right against my tip.

“You feel big,” she moans. “So, so big.”

“I told you before,” I growl, stroking her with my tip, opening her sweet hole up. “You’re taking every inch. You’re mine. Your pussy belongs to me.”

She moans as I push my hips forward. Oh, fuck. I’m watching my dick disappear inside her. I was right. Her walls squeeze me as enthusiastically as she creamed. She grasps the sheets in big handfuls. Her tits shake as I push deeper and deeper, her heat scorching my length.

Then she pushes one hand against me. “Is that all the way in?” she moans, her voice tight.

I look down. Half my dick is inside of her, her juices sliding down the rest. “Halfway,” I groan, my seed burning as if I’m going to explode right away. I can feel how badly my body wants to do it. To make her pregnant. But I need to fuck her deeper.

“Half… way?” She bites down. “Oh, you’re so big.”

I growl and push some more… slowly. Inch by inch, watching her face. When she bites down, I stop, holding myself there. I feel her pulsing around me. It’s like her body is getting used to it.

Then she smiles and nods up at me.

I smirk. “Is that your cute-as-fuck way of saying you want m-more?”

I stumble over my words at the end when I feel her walls give another squeeze.

She smiles again, a victorious glint in her vibrant eyes. She knows the effect she’s having on me. She knows the power she has over me and always will. More seed rushes up my hard dick, and she nods, biting her lip in the sexiest possible way.

I push even deeper inside her. She’s moaning like she can’t take it now, but also like she wants me to keep going. It’s like her virgin slit is fighting with her deep need. Her horny-as-fuck body is hungry for my seed. My thoughts are wild, but I know they’re true, too. This leads to everything-perfection.

Finally, her slit is wrapped tightly around the base of my dick. I hold it there, feeling her heat, feeling her neediness. She blinks up at me. For a second, I think she’s going to tell me to stop, but then her lips twitch captivatingly.

“I told you,” I say fiercely. “You’re going to take every inch. Every. Single. One.”

She reaches up and digs her fingernails into my shoulders. I can read the passion easily. It’s moving through her like an earthquake, changing her, changing us both.

“Y-yes,” she whimpers. “Oh… my… yes.”

I slide my dick out. When my tip slips out of her, she moans in the neediest way. I push inside again, savoring every inch, feeling her deepest parts, her most intimate parts. We’re as close as two people can get, melting together. The moment I saw her, I knew it was leading here. My dick balls-deep in her tight slit. The future is calling to us.

Slipping out again, I drive harder, faster. The mattress makes a whining noise. My woman starts to move with me, her hands pushing her breasts together.

“Yes,” I groan. “Fuck. Rub those nipples, too.” “Like this?”

My body keeps trying to end this early. When she gently pinches and pulls on her nipples, the tip of my cock bulges. The pressure is so damn intense. Still, I keep fucking her faster, more frantically. She bounces in time with me, her mouth open, that shocked look in her virgin eyes. No, not a virgin. Not anymore.

She applies more pressure. I feel her guiding her curvy hips down my dick, stroking me with her hole. She lets her nipples go and grabs onto my arms, rocking with me. I push so deep, so hard. I’m stretching her horny hole. She gasps and bounces even more.

“Oh, oh, fuck,” I groan. “You better come on my dick soon. I need to see it. See your cream. My perfect… singing… angel…”

I shudder between the words, struggling to maintain control. She bites her lip. Fuck, I almost do it, but I need to feel her creaming on my dick first. I need to see her soak my hard cock, so I can’t even see my skin, just her cream.

She bounces up and down like she already knows how to please her man. It’s all instinct. She doesn’t have to think about it any more than I have to think about it. We can listen to the voices inside us that started shouting the second we saw each other.

I lie on top of her, feeling her tits against my chest, her belly against mine, curvy as the rest of her, ready for a baby. “I love you so fucking much,” I moan in her ear.

She gasps, then kisses me. We’re moving so fast, it’s more like she rubs her mouth across my cheek. “I love you too. I… love… you.”

We both gasp at the same time. Seed surges up my shaft. It’s like a wave of lava bursting out of me. I’ve never felt something this intense. In all those long, gray hours at my desk, I never dreamed I’d feel something filled with so much passion. My singing angel. The future mother of my children.

I’m emptying myself into her tight, fertile body. I’m filling her slit right up. She’s pulsing around me, massaging my dick, sending thick cream down my length. I turn and try to kiss her. Our teeth click together. She laughs, and I know I’ll never forget the sound. That laugh. Full of excitement and love and a readiness for adventure.

She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. I knew it the second I saw her, but now it’s like our bodies are fusing together. How the hell is a cold bastard like me thinking something like that? She’s changed me. I’ll never be able to go back to being the man I was before.

Her laugh turns into another moan when her pussy shudders one last time. It’s like she’s caressing the last of my seed out of me. I collapse atop her, kissing her cheek, then bite down on her shoulder softly.

She pushes me gently. I roll onto the bed and immediately wrap my arm around her, kissing the top of her head, savoring her scent, just savoring her. Everything about her is so damn perfect.

“Did you mean it?” she whispers.

“I.” I kiss her. “Love.” Again. “You.” And again.

She squeezes onto my side and pulls herself against me. I hold her even tighter. Nothing could make me let go: no gang war, no blackmail, no cheating, no temptation, nothing. She’s my woman, the only person in this goddamn world I ever want to be with.

She sniffles from beside me, sobbing quietly. That’s when I realize I’m talking aloud. “My woman,” I repeat. “I mean it. I never want anybody else.”

“Neither do I,” she whispers, pulling herself even closer.