THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

“Good.”  Sin’s grin widens. With a lazy smirk, he wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me against him. Our mouths collide again, and this time there’s no hesitation from my end. I let my head fall back and my lips part as his tongue explored my mouth, harsh and possessive. He breaks the kiss, and his lips trail down my neck, following the same path his fingertips did earlier. He licks and nips at my skin, making me gasp.

Then his mouth traces lower, over my collarbone, down to my breasts. He pins my back against the wall of the bathroom and suckles one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue flicking across the hard nub, toying with me, teasing me. I moan and arch into him, and his hands slide around the small of my back, bracing me against him as he sucks and licks at one nipple, then the next.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes, his breath hot against my damp skin, when he pauses to tilt his head back and meet my eyes. “You know, I wanted so badly to rip the dress off of you the moment I saw you walk down the stairs.” He lifts an eyebrow, holding my gaze. “It took every restraint I had not to do as I wanted.” His hands roam down my sides, exploring every inch of my curves.

It makes me shiver, especially to know that he was just as distracted and turned on as I was earlier in the party. It makes me feel powerful. I was sexy as hell to know that this gorgeous man was as eager to touch me as I was to touch him.

“I felt the same too,” I admit in a low, throaty voice now. The words made him grin with pleasure.

“What about now?” he asks, his hands sliding down to my belly before they deftly part my thighs, pushing me back against the wall so my bare ass is flat against it. He leans in and trails his tongue between my breasts and down, tracing the indentation at the centre of my chest down to my belly, where his tongue flicks into my navel and his teeth lightly graze my skin.

It’s enough to send a full-body shiver through me, all the way from the tip of my head down to my toes, which curl beneath me. I catch my breath in my throat, and my eyes flutter half-shut, watching him taste me. “Don’t stop,” I breathe.

He grins.  “Who do you belong to, Mani?” He leans in once more, kissing my belly, then lower. His lips reach my mound, and he kisses me harder, one hand sliding behind me to cup a fistful of my ass cheek, pinning me against his face.

He hasn’t even reached my pussy yet, and I can already tell I’m soaked. My heart throbs, aching with the need for attention. “You!”  I gasp.

“That’s right.” He runs his tongue down the crease of my thigh, tracing it on both sides. When my skin is glistening wet, he blows on it gently, sending a chill through me. I shiver again, and this time he feels it and grins at me, noticing.

Without warning, Sin picks me up, walking out of the bathroom before laying me on the bed, my ass right at the edge of it. He kneels between my thighs and drags me along the bed until my pussy is right in front of his face, spread open and bare to him.

He promise to make me scream so hard that I’ll forget my own name, and my pulse doubles, throbbing in my throat and my belly.

He leans in and trails his tongue along my pussy lips, not even between them yet. I groan under my breath. He smiles.

“You taste every bit as delicious as I expected,” he murmurs against my nether lips. With two fingers, he reaches up to gently part them; his other hand is beneath me, still cupping my ass, using it for purchase as he draws my hips up toward his face.

This time, he presses his tongue between the folds of my pussy and drags the tip of his tongue along my slit. He moves slowly, from back to front, taking his time, and I moan a little at the unfamiliar, amazing sensation of his hot, wet tongue against my entrance.

He strokes back and forth in slow, steady motions, moving a little faster with each stroke, until suddenly, without warning, he plunges his tongue into my pussy.

I gasp, and my hips buck up against his face. He holds me flat against the bed with one hand on my belly and presses his mouth up against me, pushing his tongue as deep into me as it will go. When he pulls it out, he curls the tip up and forward, and I moan as he brushes one particularly sensitive spot along my front inner wall.

I start to rock in time with his movements as he pushes his tongue in and out of me, building up a rhythm. I reach down, hesitant at first. But his eagerness and boldness make me bold too. I bury my fists in his hair. “Right there,” I moan as his tongue presses against the sensitive spot again. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I gasp as he returns to it over and over.

The pressure in my chest feels overwhelming, like it’s drowning out the rest of the world.

He pulls back a little, and I cry out faintly in protest, but he only flattens his tongue and drags it up over my clit instead. Now I really do cry out, loudly, my voice echoing around the room. I don’t care. I’m too far gone to even wonder if anyone might overhear us.

He licks me harder and faster, and I start to thrust up against his face, both fists tight in his hair. “Yes, Nikolai, right there, yes.”

I don’t feel his hand move between my legs until he pushes a finger deep into my pussy. When he does, I moan in pleasure. He starts to move his finger and tongue together as one, the pressure in me building to an almost insurmountable point. He adds a second finger, and I can’t take it anymore.

I cry aloud as the orgasm sweeps over me, making my toes curl and my whole body shake from the force of it. I can feel my pussy contracting around his fingers in pulses as the climax hits. He leans back a little, chuckling, his dark eyes still hungry where they fix on mine.

“You aren’t the quiet type. Good.  I like that.” He pulls his fingers out of me, and I moan a little in protest. He smirks and straightens, reaching down to his pants.

Oh god.

He lets the pants fall, taking off his boxers as well, and his cock springs free, fatter and thicker than I could have imagined. My eyes go wide.

“I want to fuck you, Mani,” he says, stepping closer. “I want to feel that tight, sexy pussy of yours wrapped around my cock.” I sit upright as he approaches and reaches out before I can think better of it.

I hesitate, my hands inches from his cock. He reaches down to take my wrists and guides my hands to the base of his shaft, circling them so I’m gripping his cock with both hands. Even so, it takes both of my hands to encircle him because he’s so thick. Will he fit? I feel a nervous flutter of fear.

“But I won’t claim you unless you’re ready for it.” His dark eyes study mine. “If you aren’t, I’ll walk away. Right now”

I was surprised he was giving me an option. I always thought he didn’t mind having his way without my consent. But hearing him say those words did something to my heart, knowing a part of him cared.

My mouth goes dry at the thought of him in me. Even after the orgasm, I’m still so pumped up that my body is practically vibrating with desire. I wanted every inch of him just as much as he wanted me. “No,” I say, locking eyes with him. “I want this.”

His smile widens, slow and lazy. “You’re tight,” he says. “It might hurt.”

” Good.” My hands are still around his cock, and I trace them up and down the length of his shaft, marvelling at the velvety softness of him and the contrast between that and how steel-hard his shaft feels beneath the soft skin. But a little pain can be nice.

He laughs softly. “Well.  “I’ll do my best to avoid any pain this time, but..” He reaches down, then, to catch my wrists and raise them over my head. He transfers them into one hand, so he’s pinning my arms above my head with just one hand while he reaches down with his other to pull my hips a little farther up the bed.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

When he leans down over me this time, eyes fixed on mine, I arch my back and feel the press of his hard muscles all the way down my body-his abs against my belly, his pecs digging into my bare, still hardened nipples.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Sin murmurs, his face inches from mine.

He parts my thighs, and I feel his cock graze my inner thigh. He looks huge. As if sensing my nervousness, he smiles again and slides one hand down to part my pussy. “You’re nice and wet already,” he murmurs, his fingers probing for my entrance. One finger slips into mine slowly before a second joins. My eyes flutter half-shut at the sensation. “Just relax, Mani, and let me show you.”

So I do. I relax.  He seems to know my body better than I do. And surrendering control feels sexy, like a kind of power in itself, giving myself over to him.

He pulls his fingers out of me and replaces them with the tip of his cock instead. His eyes caught mine and held them. “Normani…”  He murmurs my name like he’s testing out the way it feels on his tongue, before he slowly rocks his hips forward and presses inside me.

I moan, long and low, as his cock slides into my pussy. I can feel my walls stretching around him, straining to take in his girth. For a moment, my breath hitches, and he pauses, watching me closely, attentive to my every breath and motion, waiting until I catch his eye and nod before he starts to move again, pressing deeper and deeper.

Finally, his cock is buried fully inside me, my pussy aching with the unfamiliar stretch. but it’s a good ache. the kind of bone-deep ache that makes me want more of this, more of him.

“Fuck,” he groans between his clenched teeth. “You are so fucking tight. You feel incredible.” He leans down to kiss my neck, then the soft spot below my ear, his teeth grazing my skin and making me gasp with pleasure. He traces his lips over my jawline until his mouth finds mine again, and he crushes my lips against his in a slow, deep kiss.

I parted my lips, let his tongue slip between them, and let him claim every inch of me, my hands still pinned above my head. It feels delicious to surrender like this and let him take charge. When our mouths part, he grins down at me, his gaze full of heat.

“You feel that?” he asks, as he slowly arches his hips to draw his cock back out of me.

I gasped a little, my hips rising up to collide with his, at the sensation of him leaving me. But before I can miss him too much, he thrusts back in, and the pleasantly stuffed sensation returns.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice nearly a growl, as he thrusts back into me again. He reaches down with his free hand to cup my leg and draw it up around his waist. I wrap both of my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles behind him.

“I’m yours,” I breathe faintly, agreeing, eyes fixed on his face as he draws out and thrusts in again. Each time, it feels like he’s spearing me a little more deeply, hitting me in just the right spot. I moan as he starts to move faster, his cock setting off every nerve ending in my body.

I expected this to hurt more. There’s a little pain, especially when he starts to drive into me harder and faster.

“Say it again,” he growls against my mouth, kissing me harder and thrusting into me. I tighten my legs around him and arch my back and my hips, letting him have complete control and taking whatever he wants from me.

“I’m yours,” I cry out, louder this time. A faint cry escapes my lips as he arches his hips, angling himself inside me, his cock stretching my walls around him.

“I want you to come for me.” He moves hard and fast against me, reaching down to grab my ass and angling me so he can pound into me. “Come for me, Mani.”

My breath hitches as I feel the pressure building behind my navel again. It’s familiar after the last time. “I’m going to,” I panted. “I’m going to come for you.”

“Do it,” he growls. “Now.”

There’s no disobeying the command in his tone. And between that and the pounding pace he’s setting, I can hardly disobey. I arch my back, panting, nearly there, feeling my whole body tremble as I poise on the edge of a climax.

He slides up and away from me a little, positioning himself at a new angle so the head of his cockroach grazes that sensitive spot I felt earlier within me. Now I really can’t help it. “Come,” he says, and I do, screaming so loudly I’m sure half the house will hear us. I don’t care.

My voice echoes through the room as the orgasm sweeps through me, even stronger than the first time. My whole body shakes from the force of it.

But it doesn’t even slow Sin down. He just keeps thrusting into me, fucking me so hard that my ass bounces against the bed underneath us. I tighten my legs around him, sensing he’s near the edge himself. He releases my wrists, and I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his body down against mine. He fucks me without control now, with complete abandon, and I drive my hips up into his, giving as good as I get.

He reaches up to grab the back of my head, his fingers wrapped tight in my hair-so tight it makes my eyes water, but I don’t care. We’re both lost in the moment, in the feeling of his cock buried deep inside my pussy.

He finishes with a loud, guttural growl, and we fall back against the bed, breathless, my heart racing. For a long moment, all he does is lie across me, his head cradled against my chest, where he no doubt can hear just how hard my heart is pounding.

When he finally pulled out of me, I let out a little mewl of protest. It felt so right to have his cock inside me, filling me up. Now I feel empty. A trickle of my own juices inches down my thigh as he draws back and away. I sit upright with a gasp, but he just smiles, like he’s anticipating my thoughts, and leans down to kiss me again, more softly this time.

“Don’t worry, I still plan on taking you in so many ways.” He whispers; his promise echoes through the night, and I smile at the thought of it.