Taken By The Mafia Lord

Marcel's brows arched up in surprise as he stared down at Arianna. She had become a lot more shameless than the last time when they had been together. If only Marcel knew that Arianna was done holding back her feelings for him. She couldn't deny what was between them anymore especially when she was now a member of a family that could go to war with his family. Who knows what might happen in the future? It was better they lived in the moment. So yes, she was done running away from him.

As if that was not enough, she reached behind her and unclasped the bra, which was the only remaining item on her body. Arianna didn't even look where she tossed the material because her eyes were fixed on him and she spread her thighs further apart while squeezing her breast that had pebbled from the sensation inviting him to come take what he wanted.

Marcel's eyes were hard and full of lust, the tension in his body evidence of the effect Arianna had on his body. His dick had grown so hard to the point of pain that he lifted his head towards heaven in a bid to control himself. He had not been wrong in calling a vixen, she was a seductress determined to bring him to ruin. And everything about the tension in his posture promised that he was going to give her exactly what she wanted.

They had been away from each other for so long that Marcel had so many fantasies that he intended to fulfill tonight. Arianna just doesn't know that she's playing but he would surely get that. The next time she attempts to seduce, she would have to make sure that she's up to the task.

He stalked her and Arianna couldn't help but fell into the depth of the emotions in his darkened gray eyes. Her gaze then fell to the veins throbbing in his shaft and she unconsciously swallowed. Marcel was huge and it had been a while since she had him inside of her, and she couldn't help but wonder if it would hurt like the first time.

As if sensing her thought, Marcel let out a dark chuckle. She wanted this, she was going to get it from him. Climbing onto the couch, Marcel moved on top of her and the look in his eyes had Arianna second-guessing if it was worth it provoking him to action. The devouring look in his eyes roused her instinct to run from this predator. He was a tiny bit scary.

The air in the room was heated as Marcel lowered himself and wrapped his mouth around a nipple and she let her head fall back on the armrest with a sigh. His dick was rubbing against her entrance teasingly drawing a moan from her lips while he continued to suck her nipple hard while he squeezed her other breast.

"Marcel…" Arianna groaned and writhed beneath him, his weight on her was a delicious feeling, their warm feverish body pressed together against each other. He bit lightly on her nipple enough to cause her core to contract and the aching emptiness between her legs.

"Please Marcel…" She was begging him but he was not listening and moved to the other breast, flicking his tongue over her peaked nipple. Arianna arched her back and when he pushed her down with his weight, she began to grind against him, hoping that would take off the edge.

As if he finally heard her prayer, he spread her thigh and the next thing Arianna knew, he was pushing his fat cock between her thighs, and her breath caught in her throat, her core clenching in anticipation. But that was just all, only his tip remained buried inside of her with no plans of moving and that was enough to drive Arianna crazy.

She began to move restlessly with the hopes of somehow wriggling him inside of her, but that hope was dashed as Marcel grabbed her hips and held her still. That was torture! Torture at the highest level! Arianna guessed that she had somehow forgotten Marcel's viciousness in bed. Just what has she gotten herself into?

Arianna cried out, begging him to give her throbbing core what it wanted, tears of frustration nearly falling off her cheek. Marcel chuckled like an asshole having proven to her who was in control here contrary to her initial thoughts.

Marcel slanted his lips over hers and kissed her with a ravenous need, some of the tension easing out of her body. His tongue stroked and dominated hers with his body pressing her down on the couch. Arianna traced his hard bicep and the taut muscles of his back, his muscles reacting to her touch.

He distracted her enough with the kisses and slide into her with one smooth motion, and sheathed every inch of his c*ck inside of her. Arianna let out a strangled sound when she felt the burn of the invasion.

"God, you are so big!" Her whimper was loud and throaty and as excited as Marcel was to go rough on her, he had to go easy on her. The night was still young anyway and he owed her throughout.

So he remained fully sheathed inside of her, their breath ragged as he placed his forehead against hers. They were finally together after a long time, hence a little patience as she adjusted to him wasn't going to kill him. Marcel kissed her, slow and sweet, reminding her just how special she was to him.

And then, he began to move.

"Fuck!" Arianna cursed out as Marcel rocked his hips, his huge c*ck filling her in the most exciting ways as her throbbing pussy wrapped around him, pleasure coursing through her veins.

His thick dick stretched her p*ssy so much that she was wincing, but then pain was a special kind of pleasure. Marcel took hold of her waist and his huge c*ck slammed deeper inside of her while she panted and moaned for him.