Taken By The Mafia Lord

In a flash of an eye, Marcel ripped every single article of clothing on her body till she was in nothing but her birthday suit. He then pushed her back against the wall and crushed his lips on hers in a kiss that made her gasp loudly, devouring the sweet sound as her hand dug into his hair, pulling him closer, feeling the same need burning through his veins.

The kiss was hard and sinfully sweet as his tongue invaded her moist mouth and explored its depth, tasting her. She moaned into his mouth and he kissed her harder, brutalizing her lush lips while she ground against him, her core rubbing against his throbbing arousal, desperate to sink into her moist heat.

Marcel tore his lips from her only to slip her nipple into his mouth, her back arching off the wall with a needy cry. He sucked her nipple while his hand dived down to her center, stroking her clit and made her tremble with pleasure.

"Marcel...." She squealed his name and he had to admit that there was something thrilling knowing he had her under his control. He was the only one she desired and the thought of that made his member ache painfully. Sweet.

He took her nipples deeper into his mouth, this time his mouth covered her areola as well while his finger drummed her clit faster and she threw her head back and cried out her bliss.

She grabbed his shoulder, her nail digging into his flesh deep enough to draw blood but he wasn't stopping, he stroked her clit faster and faster till her body clenched around and he knew she was nearing her release, so he indulged her desire. He introduced a second finger into her opening this time and thrust in and out, her core tightening around his finger as she reached the ninth heaven, a strangled gasp tearing from her lips. Damn, she looked so beautiful and he couldn't wait any longer.

With the amount of fog saturating the shower stall, it cast an erotic ambiance and both of them were under the spell. Their bodies were slick from the warm water and the heat emanating from their bodies. Their gazes were dark and dilated with desire and their lips fused once more in a deep kiss as Marcel reached for his arousal.

He didn't push her up against the wall, rather he lifted one of her legs and rubbed the head of his cock over her entrance and Arianna moaned, relishing the delicious feelings it elicited in her body. Then Marcel slammed himself inside her up to the hilt with a force that rocked her world.

"Fuck!" Arianna cursed at the feeling of fullness he created inside of her. God, she could feel him all the way to her womb. In this position he had her in, the sensation was intensified two times and she could feel him deeply.

However, Marcel didn't even give her time to adjust to the tight feeling of him inside of her when he began to pound away at a merciless space. Damn it, She should have known not to step into this shower when she was dealing with a beast.

Arianna cried out, her nails raking down his back and digging into his skin as he continuously thrust his hips into her ferociously. Marcel groaned and grunted as he took what he needed from her body as if he needed her to heal him. So she gave him all of her withholding nothing as she cried out, again and again, lost in the feeling of his body owning hers.

She could only cling to him, face buried in his neck as he pounded in and out of her. It felt so damn good. No, nothing felt as good as this and Arianna knew she didn't give a damn about the party if this meant they could do this all night. Her orgasm was near the corner with the way her body trembled around him and clenched him tight. But it was still not enough, she needed more.

Marcel must have been reading her mind or something because he grabbed her bottom and slowed down his pace. He grabbed her bottoms and pushed forward at the same time he thrust into her and her mind shattered. Arianna mewled, moaned, and whimpered, unable to think of anything except the melding of their bodies and the mad pleasure rushing through her veins as if she was high on drugs.

"Marcel!"

He was the drug she was high on and he drove her to the ruin as she tipped her head back and screamed as the orgasm ripped through her and at the same time clenched Marcel so hard that he lost it and emptied himself inside of her.

He let her leg down but didn't pull out of her as he enjoyed the convulsive feeling the aftershocks provided and his cock twitched inside of her in appreciation. The both of them stayed that way, panting with the feeling of satisfaction, and with a smile on his face, Marcel took her lips in a kiss, tasting her sweetly and gently as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Marcel pulled out of her and Arianna was shocked to discover that she still wanted more even after what they just shared. Marcel must be turning her into a sex maniac. But who cares, today was just for the both of them. Hence, the once gentle kiss turned passionate and full of hunger for him and Marcel parted with a look of humor

"La mia piccola sirena. My little siren, you still want more?" He cupped her cheeks, eyes trained on her swollen lips. That was his hard work.

Arianna didn't say anything but the hungry look in her eyes was enough to answer. And did she forget to mention that Marcel tended to speak more of the foreign language when he was aroused, as if his brain was scrambled and he couldn't tell what language to communicate with since he was proficient in five of them. Nonetheless, it was sexy.

So she kissed him hard on the lips, having an idea of what she wanted next.