The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

“Why do you love disobeying me, Peach?” He demanded, huskily. His fingers found the hem of my thong, tugging at it before he let it go. It left a stinging pain but the aftermath was pleasurable. My teeth clamped down on my lips, taking it in. I could have sworn I felt my eyes roll in their sockets.

I was practically breathless in his hands.

“Use your words, Peach.” He ordered me and fuck, he couldn’t have sounded hotter. I found his controlling ass so hot and it made my core grow hot, throbbing with liquid. I knew it was only a matter of time before my panties got soaked. His fingers brushed the skin of my ass, trailing down the fleshy sides of my lap, daintily. He left a burning, scintillating sensation, everywhere his fingers touched.

“Arden,” I sucked in a breath, “I am sorry.” My voice came out so small and breathless. He wasn’t making it any easier. I didn’t understand how he wanted me to form a coherent speech when his hands were getting busy underneath my dress.

“I have missed you,” he whispered, detaching his head from my breast. His eyes were steadily on mine and the emotions they held knocked the breath right out of me. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t understand how and why he could stare at me like I was adorned with the world’s best diamonds. Like I was so priceless. Like I was worth looking at and that scared the crap out of me.

My palms went to his chest and he released a soft breath as though my palms were burning through the material of the shirt, my touch embedding itself on his bare skin. I found the shirt an obstacle and the next thing I did was unbutton it, shrugging it off his ripped body.

His broad, flawless chest came into view and I felt my throat run dry. I didn’t think I would ever get used to seeing him like this. It was almost like he managed to get even more beautiful. Every. Fucking. Time. He was so handsome that it hurt my eyes to stare at him for so long. He tugged me closer with his palm that rested on the small of my back. His hands moved upward, finding the zipper that held my overly short dress together. He drew it downwards, the tightness of my dress growing lax on my body.

His hands found their way to the straps of my dress, pulling them downwards, and my bare breasts came into view. His green eyes darkened at the sight of my taut nipples that were out in the open, only for his eyes to see. I grew conscious under his gaze and he could sense that because his hands came around my waist, holding me firmly in place.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with adoration. He uttered those four words with so much conviction that had lumps thickened up in my throat, and beads of tears formed in my eyes.

And with that, I crashed my lips on his, kissing the fuck out of him. I didn’t know how much I missed the feeling of his lips against mine until our lips touched again. The kiss started as soft and slow but our hunger for each other consumed us, the heat between us amplifying in a thousand folds. My hands crawled up the nape of his neck as our tongues fought for dominance, slipping into his lush curls and taking a grip of them. He let out a growl at that action and that fuelled my courage even more, my nipples tightening against his chest.

My fingers grazed his scalp, a moan exiting my lips as I tasted the whiskey on his tongue. He tugged at my bottom lip, teasingly, my breath growing harsh at that moment. Fuck, the man knew how to kiss me. He knew how to break me up with just a kiss. He knew how to set my entire being on fire. My knees buckled underneath him, my core growing hotter and wetter. He broke off the kiss, leaving us a panting mess as we both struggled to catch our breaths. His eyes brimmed with a raw desire that had my cheeks heating up in flames.

“Do you want to do this here?” He asked me and it brought so much warmth to my heart that he sought to ask me what I wanted before we proceeded.

“I want you. Now. I don’t care if people are outside. I want to moan your name and let them know who I belong to.” I bit my lip, eyeing him beneath my lashes, my voice thick with assertiveness. He didn’t hide how impressed he was with what I just said. I watched his lips twitch in a smirk as he yanked me forward, his lips meeting the hollow of my neck.

My eyes snapped shut, his lips plunging me into a hole of ecstasy. My toes curled as his feathery kisses extracted breathy moans from me. His hands brushed my belly button and trailed upward, kneading one of my breasts in his hands.

“Arden!” I moaned and he chuckled against my neck, tugging at my aching bud. The rigid flesh was so sensitive against his fingers and it left heat pooling between my legs. My knees grew numb when his lips left my neck, taking one of my nubs in his mouth. He ravished my boobs with patience, leaving me a wiggling mess in his arms.

“Oh, fuck.”

He sucked me off like a little child that had been starved of his mother’s milk for weeks. He swirled his lips around my areola and I whimpered, nerves shooting through me as I threw my head backwards. His touch on my left breast was warm and rousing. I was a breathless puddle in his arms, my panties completely soaked. He detached his lips from my breasts, grazing his hands against my nub, and I shivered.

He toyed with them, his eyes fixated on them like they were something of fascination to him.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he proclaimed, giving my nipple a soft pinch. I whimpered, throwing my head backwards.

“You are even more sensitive to my touch.” He noted, kissing my neck and sucking on the skin.

“Were you a good girl while I was away?” He queried, his hot breath fanning my neck. It burnt through my skin, embedding itself into the core of my soul. His breath was enough to set the entirety of my being on fire.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He asked, giving my breast a soft squeeze as he nuzzled his face into my neck. My body rocked with tremors and pleasure that were too much for me to handle.

“Evaline?” His voice came off as irritated when I didn’t reply to him and he flicked my nipples, a stinging ache resonating across its flesh. But fuck, I moaned at how good it felt. It sounded sick and twisted but I wanted him to flick my nipples again.

God, the man thoroughly understood me and my body language.

“You dirty, dirty girl. You loved that, didn’t you?” He chuckled, sounding so amused.

“Yes, fuck, yes. I love it.” I breathed and he flicked my nipples again. I couldn’t suppress the loud moan that left my lips. My middle was throbbing with so much ache. It was pleasurable and painful at the same time.

“Arden, please. Just fuck me.”

“You haven’t answered my question, Peach.” He clarified, swiping his tongue across my collarbone.

“I didn’t touch myself!” I cried, slapping my palms over my mouth when he rolled and twisted my sensitive bud between his fingers.

This man was running me mad with pleasure.

“Good girl. I think you deserve to be fucked. You will agree with me, won’t you?” His voice was dark, erotic, and sounded so gruff. His hands grabbed my thigh and I took that as my cue to lift myself off his lap, so he could take my panties off. The pink material was soaked with arousal and I watched him smirk before dumping it on the floor. He grabbed me by my nape, crashing his lips on mine and I moaned into the kiss.

My hands found his belt, undoing it, alongside his fly. I brought my hand to his chest and pushed him backwards, so he could relax and watch me ride him to another realm. My teeth found my lips and I pulled down his grey slacks, his thick, throbbing length coming into view. My throat ran dry at the sight of it. His hands came to my exposed thighs, bunching up my dress, and he helped me up a little.

His cock lined up with my slick entrance, grazing it a little and I let out a loud moan when it plunged into me, causing me to throw my head backwards.

“Fuck, you are so tight!”

“Oh, fuck!”

We both moaned in unison. His hardness stretched me and had me dripping with moisture. It clenched around my warmth, wrapping around it so tightly. I felt my eyes pool with tears at how good it felt to have him inside me again. I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world. It took me a moment to adjust to him being inside of me. His hands were securely wrapped around my waist, guiding me as I began going up and down his thick length, riding him.

“Fuck, Peach. Just like that, baby!”

My hands were balanced on his chest, his cock hitting my walls, extracting loud moans from me. I rocked my hips and began bouncing on him, causing my boobs to move aggressively. He pushed himself off the back of the chair, taking one of my bouncing boobs in his mouth and I whimpered, cradling his head against my chest. My legs rocked with tremors, spasming uncontrollably as I rode him. His thick warm flesh had my eyes rolling in their sockets, my brain almost melting into nothingness. My vision seemed faded, black dots appearing in them as an overwhelming vibration coursed through every inch of my being.

“Fuck, I thought about being inside of you every day,”

“I missed your tiny little cunt wrapped around my cock,”

“I miss those tiny little sounds you make when I eat you out. Fuck, I missed you, Peach.”

He laid out all his thoughts on my lap, burying his head into the crook of my neck as I bounced heavily on him. I cried, digging my nails into his broad back. I was dizzy with pleasure. Being inside me made me feel so good. His hands tightened around my waist, digging his nails into my sides as he swelled up inside of me.

“Oh, fuck. Right there!”

“Shit, I missed this.”

I grabbed his head, slamming my lips on his and moaning into his mouth. My body trembled above him and fuck, when I felt his fingers brush my hardened nubs, it felt as though my body was going to shut down because of how good it felt to have his hands on me and having him buried deep inside of me, slamming into me and hitting my G spots. It was fucking stimulating. I couldn’t control the loud moans that exited my lips and I certainly didn’t give a fuck if his guards were standing just outside his study.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“You feel so good,” I moaned, throwing my head backwards.

“Don’t stop, Peach!” His voice came out in a growl and then his mouth found my breasts. I choked out a sob, whimpering when I felt my stomach tighten up in huge, heavy knots. My knees buckled and my toes curled. I buried my fingers in his hair, tears spilling out of my face as I approached my climax.

“Jesus, Peach!”

“You are going to be the death of me!” He growled and I screamed, finding my release. I whimpered, when he shot his loads into me, his seeds creaming my inside. His head dropped to my neck, loud breaths invading us while I stroked his hair with so much tenderness. Our juices were mixed, flowing out of me, but he didn’t pull out and I loved how warm he felt inside me. But that feeling was cut short because he pulled out of me after a while.

“You were amazing,” he remarked, kissing my neck, and I chuckled. His fingers found my tied hair and he tugged at the band, letting them loose. My hair came cascading down my back and he moved away from my neck, tilting his head backwards to soak in the view above him.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He whispered, his tone dripping with raw affection. His eyes raked my body, unabashedly. I didn’t understand how I looked beautiful to him in this state. I was so sweaty and my boobs were on display, not to mention the fact that I smelled like sex. He leaned in, burying his head into my neck and sniffing me. His hands cradled my waist, holding me securely in his hands. It was almost as though he wanted to fuse our bodies.

He was so clingy and it was so cute.

“And let’s not forget, you look well fucked.” He smiled against my neck and I chuckled, stroking his hair, eliciting a hum from him.

“That feels so good, don’t stop.” He told me, sounding so sleepy. It was so satisfying to see him act like a child. It was beautiful, but seeing him all vulnerable with me made my heart race so hard.

“I am obsessed with you, Peach.” He revealed, and my mind went blank at those words. It wasn’t what he said. It was the way he said it, almost like the words held a hidden meaning in them. His voice was thick with warmth, adoration, and something else I couldn’t deduce. I didn’t know how to answer him, so I kept mute and continued stroking his hair with a thousand thoughts running through my mind.