Taken By The Mafia Lord

369 Worth Nothing To Him

Looking at her naked form for a few seconds, Marcel dropped down to his knees in between her legs. Shame was the farthest thing from Arianna’s mind even when Marcel pushed his nose close to her entrance and took a long, deep sniff like a drug addict. Only that she was the drug he was addicted to.

“You smell good,” Marcel said, huskily. His warm breath teases her most sensitive part.

She was filled with anticipation, having pushed every semblance of shame to the back of her mind. Her lips parted, and she took a long, deep breath, turned on by the look in Marcel’s eyes. Arianna swore she could orgasm from those dark, intense gazes alone.

He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and trails them down, dangerously close to her sex and when he reached that place, gave it one wet swipe with his tongue that made Arianna’s hips arch instinctively at the instant pleasure.

“I haven’t even started already and you’re shaking already,” Marcel was amused, peering at her from between her legs.

Arianna tried to control her breathing, his eyes full of the wicked things he planned to do to her. And though she was quite scared, she craved it. What does he plan to do with her body? Love or destroy her?

And that was all the warning Marcel could give her, because, in the next minutes, Marcel reached behind her and cupped her buttocks forward. He then threw her legs over his shoulder and straight away, feasted on her sensitive clitoris.

Arianna screamed out her ecstasy, feeling his tongue there for the first time and finally noticing how great he was at oral. She bucked and tried to writhe away from his expertise tongue but Marcel wouldn’t have any of that and was sure to pull her to him each time.

“I think I.... I... ” Arianna tried to articulate what she was feeling but couldn’t. Nor did Marcel go easy on her as he continued to suck her clit into his mouth, devouring her like a man starved of food for days, no, months.

.....

“I’m going to....” She couldn’t finish the rest of her words as she trembled violently, Flying apart in beautiful abandon. At this time, she wasn’t of this world yet part of it at the same time.

And while she thought Marcel would let her go after her first orgasm, he didn’t stop and was punishing her with a tongue. Arianna lay gasping for breath on the sofa with no clue on what to do, but one thing was for sure, she was glad to have waved and scrubbed down there before this moment else she would be more worried than to enjoy this.

“Oh my God!” Arianna thread her hand through her hair this time and bucked when Marcel flicked her clit with the end of his tongue in a circular motion before licking along she trembled to her second orgasm and yet Marcel wasn’t even close to stopping. How was he even breathing down there?! Oh, God! She had a lot to worry about yet she couldn’t focus on one. She was overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Marcel....” She called his name, feeling all tingling and tender there, and wasn’t even sure she couldn’t take it anymore. Arianna was all boneless desire and satisfaction. She was contented and wouldn’t have another but Marcel had a different opinion.

Even when Marcel was punishing with his tongue, he introduced two fingers into her entrance and Arianna was a goner.

“Fuck!” A soft cry of pleasure ripped from her throat as he urged his fingers to go deeper while increasing the pace of his tongue sliding against her p*ssy.

Arianna threw her hand back in delight before cradling his head buried between his thighs and instead of pushing him away, she ran her hands through it as she came again, feeling the wetness spurt and bounce on his face.

Marcel finally raises his head from between her legs, and stared down at her with a shitty grin on his face. His eyes were burning with smoldering lust, his chin wet from eating her out.

“I told you I would make you beg for me,” He suddenly said with this dark look in his eyes that made her uncomfortable.

“What?” Arianna was confused. What is he talking about?

But he didn’t answer her question and went on to say, “This time, scream harder to be heard,”

“W-what,” Arianna suddenly had a bad premonition about this.

Just as she feared, Marcel’s heated mouth was on her arousal once more and she cried out in both pain and pleasure. Marcel would be the death of her! He was going to kill her with pleasure.

“I think I’m going to die!” Arianna screamed out with him going harder against her opening. His assault heightened with his attack on her tender parts as she gasped, shouted, and sobbed.

He savaged her cunt without mercy while she held onto his hair, pushing him away yet pulling him closer at the same time. She must be a sucker for his wicked ways and the pressure building since the start came crashing down.

Marcel finally let go of her and Arianna lay on the sofa, trying to catch her breath. He slowly rose and kissed her full on the mouth, the taste of her poignant on his tongue and she took it all in, helpless against him.

Arianna couldn’t tell what happened much because her eyes were heavy with sleep. But she knew at one point that Marcel had carried off the sofa and left for probably his room. Or so she thought because when morning came, she found herself in her room with no sign of Marcel.

“What the hell?” Arianna rose, confusion on her face. She had expected to wake up with Marcel by her side or had she imagined last night? However, the tingling in between her legs, told her she hadn’t imagined anything at all.

Then what happened? Or does Marcel not want her anymore? The sudden fear gripped her, did Marcel merely use her and she was worth nothing to him anymore?