The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

Jaxon

For as long as I can remember, I have always underrated fictional movies and books, but this right here changed my opinion about it. It’s been stated that a kiss with someone you feel connected to makes you feel like you are floating in the air. Like you were on top of the world.

Fireworks, goosebumps, and butterflies.

They erupted in the pit of my stomach, blowing up and wreaking havoc in me from within.

Her lips moved so slowly against mine, allowing me to taste the vodka on them. My hands moved up and down her back, my skin prickling with goosebumps. She tugged at my lips softly, nibbling on my lower lip, and a soft moan escaped her lips, eliciting a low grunt from me.

I couldn’t comprehend how just a sound from her could leave me this hard.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her hands moved up to my neck, and she placed a palm on my nape. Her fingers found their way into my hair, grazing my scalp. I hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around me while I moved us away from the desk to a comfortable surface. The bed.

I dropped her on the bed, standing on fours and gazing down at her as she stared at me, blinking occasionally and breathing heavily. My fingers went into her hair, and she raised her head, so I’d remove the band that was holding it together.

The mass of brown hair dropped down her shoulders, and a light gasp left my mouth.

“You are so beautiful, Peach,” I said in a whisper.

She pulled me to her level by my neck and kissed me gently. I wrapped my arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. Her fingers worked around my buttons, unbuttoning them as fast as she could. She removed my shirt, leaving her hands all over my body.

My eyes met hers, passing across a message without my mouth, and she understood, nodding her head lightly. She sat up, and my fingers brushed her bare skin, causing her breath to hitch.

I unzipped her dress and helped her out of it, leaving her in lacy black panties. I was in awe. I was at a loss for words. Her body robbed me of what was left akin to speech in my mouth.

My eyes roamed every inch of her body and then settled on her face. I frowned, seeing how tense she was, doubt flickering in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around herself.

“I’m sorry,” She mumbled, her voice quivering. My face morphed into worry, and I cupped her face, wanting her to look me in the eye. She sniffed and turned to me, and her brown eyes were filled with tears. I lowered my eyebrow, squinting my eyes at her as my jaw clenched tightly in anger.

“Why are you crying, Peach?” I questioned, and she shook her head, not wanting to meet my eyes anymore.

“I’m so sorry about the fat and the stomach rolls. I’m so sorry.” She rambled on, and my heart shattered into pieces at the words that left her mouth. I trailed my fingers on her face, down the hollow of her neck, and felt her breath quicken as my fingers brushed her breasts.

“Look at me,” I instructed.

She shook her head.

“Peach,” I coaxed, and she turned to me.

“You are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” I muttered warmly, and her mouth hung open in shock.

“So,” I began, leaning into her, my lips brushing her earlobes as I slowly rested her back on the bed. One of her legs instinctively came around my waist, a sigh of satisfaction leaving her lips.

“Why don’t you relax and let me worship you like the Queen that you are?” I buried my head in the crook of her neck, and she moaned when my lips met her neck.

That was her soft spot.

It was so obvious from how she was squirming underneath me, her breathing coming out in short pants. I smiled against her neck, loving the effect I had on her. I showered her neck with feathery kisses, leaving her squirming mess in my arms.

I cupped one of her boobs in my hands, kneading them softly whilst massaging her nipple with my thumb. She let out a harsh breath, fisting a handful of my hair in her hands. She had full boobs that were overly soft in my hands.

I detached my lips from her neck, and my gaze dropped to her perky breasts that were adorned with goosebumps, her pinkish nipples standing erect. My eyes met hers, which were clouded with desire, a hint of frustration playing in them.

I looked down at her body again, my breath hanging in my lungs. Fuck, she was gorgeous! I wanted her to stay like this underneath me all night. Her rich brown hair was sprawled out on the pillow in all its glory, and her honey-brown eyes sparkled with want and other indecipherable emotions under the golden lights that blended perfectly with her flawless pale rosy skin.

Her long thick lashes flapped and fluttered against each other as she chewed on her lips. She was so beautiful, words just didn’t do justice to her beauty.

“God, you are beautiful,” I couldn’t stop myself from repeating it for the umpteenth time. I watched as her eyes watered and she choked out a sob. I lowered my head and swiped my thumb across her cheeks, pressing my lips against hers softly.

She welcomed the contact, wrapping her arms around my frame. I worked my fingers from her breasts, down to her waist, my hands grazed the waistband of her panties and she shivered in my arms, tightening her hold on my frame.

I pulled at it, running my hands up and down her V line. She wasn’t wet. She was soaked. Her underwear was dripping with her wetness. It brought me so much pride that my touch made her this wet. I pulled it off her and sniffed it in, drowning in its smell. I tucked it in the pocket of my slacks and heard her release a sharp breath.

I adjusted her legs and stood on all fours, my elbows resting on the bed as I took in the sight of her dripping pussy. The moisty goodness pulsated heavily, causing me to salivate at the thought of eating her out.

I started from her feet, kissing her legs and working my way upwards, stopping at the corner of her inner thighs.

I watched as she fisted the sheets in her hands. I breathed softly on it and pressed a gentle kiss to it, eliciting a soft moan from her. Her hands came to the back of my head, dipping my head into her aching core. I latched on to it, sucking her clitoris hungrily like I had been starved for days.

“Hmm-mm,”

“That feels so good!”

Her soft moans resonated through the walls of my ears, leaving the hair on my nape to stand erect. It drove me crazy, sending me to the utmost edge.

“Fuck!” She screamed, digging her fingers into my hair. I let out a low growl, delving my tongue into the corners of my vagina, basking in its moistness.

Her body trembled heavily in my arms, her knees turned to jelly, a wave of ecstasy washing over her, as her toes curled in pleasure. She arched her back, bucking her hips to meet my head, so she could get more of what I was offering.

“Oh…uh! Right there!” She cried, muffled sobs escaping her lips.

“I think…I think I’m going to come,” She rapped out all in one breath. I craved her. I craved all of her. I thrust my tongue into her, causing her to throw her head backwards. She convulsed in my arms, soft cries emitted from her lips as she reached her climax.

I grunted, lapping all of her juices up. She moaned softly, her head dropping to her pillow with a soft thud. I moved away from her legs and rested my eyes on hers, breathing heavily.

She yanked me to herself by the buckle of my slacks, undoing my fly.

“I want you. All of you. Right now.” She whispered, peeking at me through her lashes.

Her hair had turned messy, and her lipstick smeared all over her lips. She swept her tongue over her lips, taking them in with her teeth. That simple action left me more turned on than I was.

I got out of my trousers and dumped them on the floor, alongside my briefs. I leaned over to the drawer and grabbed a condom. I took it out and wore it over my length, leaning downwards to meet her.

She breathed softly, peering at me.

Her eyes were clouded with indecipherable emotions, licking her dry lips. I dipped my head in and connected our lips, throwing one of her legs over my shoulder. Then, slowly, I penetrated.

A sharp gasp tore through her mouth and she hissed in pain. I furrowed my brows and stopped moving, detaching our lips. Our eyes locked in a stare, her brown eyes brimming with unshed tears.

“Are you okay?” I asked softly.

She hesitated before answering me.

“I…I haven’t done this before,”

When those words left her mouth, my mouth went ajar, my jaw slackening, dropping to the floor. I couldn’t hide my surprise. I blinked, unable to wrap my head around what she just said.

“You are a virgin?” The words rolled off my tongue and she nodded, avoiding eye contact with me. My hands gently cupped her face, causing her to spare me a glance.

“I don’t want you to stop,” She stated, matter-of-factly. My forehead creased in worry, but she couldn’t care less. She grabbed me by the back of my head, locking our lips in a fiery kiss.

I took her hand and inserted my fingers into hers, intertwining our fingers, my gaze fixated on her. She buried her head in the crook of my neck when I began to move slowly, digging her fingers into my skin. I thrust into her, pumping in and out of her slowly, eliciting soft moans from her.

This wasn’t sex. It was something more intense, akin to bonding. It was a much deeper type of connection with her.

I wanted her to know that I didn’t just want to sleep with her. I wanted her. I wanted all of her and everything that came with it.

“Fuck,” She groaned when I started hitting her G-spot non-stop. She arched her back, bucking her hips to meet mine as we maintained eye contact, exchanging unsaid words with just our eyes. The ones we understood and didn’t.

She was so beautiful.

“You are so tight,” I grunted, as my dick clenched tightly around her walls. I dipped my head downwards, my mouth dropping to her chest, enclosing around one of her nipples. She trailed her fingers across every inch of my chest, her eyes burning with want and something more intense.

She threw her head backwards, a loud moan exiting her lips.

I increased my pace, slamming into her.

She seemed to want more as she guided me with her palms, her manicured fingers digging into my back I knew would have several wounds the next morning.

I buried my head into her neck as I neared my climax, sucking and biting on it, leaving my mark everywhere on her body. I wanted to possess her in every way that was humanly possible!

“Please, don’t stop,” She cried, applying pressure on our intertwined fingers.

“Never, Peach.” That was the last thing I said to her before we hit our climax, screaming pretty hard as I spilled my contents into the condom. Her breath came out in short pants as she grabbed me by my face, kissing me long and hard. She pulled away and fell back onto the pillow, her lashes fluttering against one another.

I pressed a kiss onto her forehead and pulled out of her.

She appeared exhausted but insanely beautiful.

I got off the bed and went to dispose of the condom, getting back into bed with her. She snuggled into me immediately, my arms wrapping around her small body.

“Good night, Peach,” I uttered softly and she hummed before drifting into sleep. I watched her, the way her chest rose and fell with each soft breath she took, snoring away softly. I dug my fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp gently.

I wasn’t sure of anything, but I was sure of this one thing, at least.

I wanted her. Every bit of her. All of her.