Taken By The Mafia Lord

"My God, you're so fucking tight," Marcel growled in her ears, his cock thrusting deep inside of her. He braced himself with one hand on the tile beside her while the other gripped her thigh tight, keeping her still.

Arianna was panting and moaning through the sensation of him owning her body as the hot water from the shower head washed over them. His fingers were digging into her ass as Marcel thrust into her harder and she swore she was seeing stars.

Arianna whimpered as he slammed his massive cock into her G-spot and had to keep one hand around the back of his hand to keep herself up while the other caressed up and down his bare back.

He pressed her further back against the cold shower tiles, his lips hot on her as adrenaline rushed through her veins, and she was moaning even as she tugged him closer. But she parted from him when he took a firmer grip of her hips, upping the pace of his thrusts.

"Fuck!" Arianna gasped through gritted teeth, holding him tight, "Don't stop please, keep going, I'm almost there," she begged him as Marcel drew his hips back almost to the entrance and drove his cock in deep again.

She sucked in a hard breath, her eyes lulling back while her fingers dug deep into his back as his pussy pulsed and clenched around him tight. It was good, but still not enough.

"More," Arianna moaned like an addict high on drugs. Only that Marcel was her drug that she couldn't do without and it was addictive as hell.

And that was all she needed to say as there was a wicked glint in Marcel's eyes when he looked at her. He thrust fiercely into her pussy, not caring if she kept up with him as he took what he wanted from her.

Marcel thrust in and out like a savage that she could hardly catch her breath between them. She gasped, feeling so full of him it was mind-blowing. Arianna could only grasp him tight, arching her back as he fucked her mercilessly and he relished the sensation of her pussy tightening around his cock.

"I think I'm going to… come," Arianna panted, finding it hard to articulate the words properly. She wasn't sure she could take any more of this.

"Then come for me, my love," Marcel commanded her with a deep growl. His hungry lips took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, using her for his own pleasure. As if that wasn't enough, Marcel changed his pace, slamming into her so impossibly fast that a choked scream tore from her lips.

She fell apart for him.

Arianna's cries of pleasure echoed off the tiles, pleasure crashing through her body like a tsunami, and her muscles clamped around his cock as Marcel chased his own pleasure.

"Fuck!" Marcel cursed, his hand on her ass as he tried to hold off his own release. But her pussy gripped him so tight that he had no choice but to come too.

He exploded inside her, spilling every drop of his cum just for her as they rode out their pleasure in each other's arms, her nails drawing blood on his back. Not that he minded. Marcel would spill a river of blood just to come inside of her once again.

They fell still, panting together. That was the best sex they had ever had, it was as if they had not connected not just on a physical level, but emotionally as well. Arianna's hands found her face and she muttered, "I love you, Marcel."

Marcel froze, his eyes widening at her confession. His bright gaze searched her gaze for the truth and what he found there in the reflection of her eyes brought a smile to her lips.

"And I love you too, Il mio amore," He confessed, his forehead falling to hers as they smiled together. He caressed her cheeks as well, his grip shifting down to her neck as he pulled her closer, his gaze flickering down to her lips.

"Il Mio. Mine." He said roughly, possessively and meaning every word of it. Arianna was his and no one was coming in between them.

Marcel's lips found hers in a rush of heat and passion that set her body on fire for him. Arianna moaned into the kiss and he bit down hard on her lower lips so that she cried out and her lips parted for his tongue. His hand found her waist and he dragged her closer so that their bodies were pressed against each other, every line and curve.

With great determination, he drew back only to ask, "You up for another round," There was a glint in his eyes that offered sweet promises.

Merde, Arianna cursed in her mind. He wasn't through yet?

But then, she was an addict and her body was a slave to his taste.

Hence, the moment she nodded her head, he had her turned and pushed up against the wall. Her nipples were dragged back and forth against the tiles, the cold contrast sending even more pleasure throughout her body as Marcel buried himself inside of her to the base.

There was no one to save her as she moved in tune with the punishing thrust of his hips. She had already given control of her body to him the moment she gave consent. And Marcel slammed into her over and over and over again until she was whimpering, crying, screaming, sobbing, and moaning as her orgasm swept over her, one by one.

She sagged against him, unable to stand anymore and still glowing from what they shared. Marcel had to bathe and clean her up before carrying her up. It was embarrassing yet cute at the same time even Marcel helped her with a fresh tampon - at least he learned something.

Together, they just laid down on the bed, enjoying this rare moment of peace until Arianna turned and said, "Marcel, I have something to -"

"Shhh," He pressed his finger against her lips, "No talking. Just rest. The both of us." Marcel told her.

Because he had a feeling there wouldn't be time for rest soon.