Taken By The Mafia Lord

394 Jesus Is Not Here

Time stopped for only a moment because the next thing Arianna knew, Marcel pinned her to the wall and he was devouring her lips, the kiss so brutal and demanding that she was heaving heavily when she finally came up for air.

His erection pressing into her guts, he growled against her lips, “I’m going to fuck you thoroughly,” He promised her.

Does anyone ever get fucked thoroughly? Arianna didn’t know but she had a feeling that she was about to find out.

He kissed her once more but this time it was less brutal while she tore at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to get her hands on his bare skin. She can’t be the only bare here and as soon as his shirt was off, she kissed his small, pink nipples and Marcel groaned, his arms around her waist tightening to the point it was bruising.

He found her collar bone and kissed her there. His lips grazed and teased her skin while she ran her hands down his firm abdominal muscles. Marcel wasn’t bulky but he sure had enough muscles on him and she loved each bump under her fingers.

It was astonishing the way his stomach flexed under her touch showing just how affected he was by her. Suddenly, Marcel’s hands were on her trouser, and undid it, pulling the fabric down and she moved back to be able to step out of it.

He then lowered himself to the ground, Arianna gulped, knowing what he was about to do and her core clenched in anticipation. Marcel leaned closer and pushed his nose against her underwear and she blushed badly, why was he smelling her arousal? It was dirty yet erotic and she loved it.

However, Marcel stunned her when he grabbed her lacy pants and ripped it, like literally ripped it off her bottom.

“Hey!” She complained about his actions. What kind of caveman tactics was this, he could have just pulled it down if he wanted it off that badly.

.....

But then, it suddenly hit her, was this the reason he had a set of unused lady’s underwear she stumbled upon the time she wrecked his room. Tearing panties was his kink?

It was kind of hot now she thought about it, but let’s be economical here. If Marcel continued with his kink each time they had sex, then she would probably be left with zero panties by the time the month was over. And she couldn’t walk around the base without pants all because she didn’t want them to be destroyed by this certain beast.

However, jealousy suddenly stabbed Arianna in the guts when she realized Marcel must have done this with several other women. Just how many women has he destroyed their panties? With his ability, she was sure he had made a record. She should give him a medal for that – note the sarcasm.

However, jealous or not, the emotion was flung out the window the moment Marcel kissed her thigh. His hot, moist lips glided along her thighs, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he traced the skin in a sensual caress.

Her body tightened when he got incredibly close to her sex and she tried to grab the wall or anything to brace herself knowing what was about to hit her. But there was nothing aside from the wall behind her.

Instead of his mouth, Marcel moved his hand into her clit and parted her wet folds and Arianna moaned, the sensation was heaven and she needed more. However, Marcel pulled away, and just when she was about to complain, his mouth found her clit.

“Oh my!” Arianna cried out at the sudden intrusion. She gasped for air as Marcel didn’t waste time and went into the business of eating her out.

“Fuck!” She cried out, her legs trembling and nearly giving out, but she couldn’t fall either. She couldn’t fall now.

Arianna clawed blindly at the walls, they couldn’t give her the support she needed and she somehow reached out and grabbed the doorknob beside her, anchoring herself while her other hand traveled down and yanked at Marcel’s hair. He was killing her, a kind of sweet death.

Arianna squealed loudly as Marcel increased his pace, licking and sucking as the orgasm built inside of her. She clamped her thighs around his head but he was stronger, using his hand to spread her legs.

“Marcel...” Arianna gulped, trying to speak but she couldn’t, not with Marcel sucking and nibbling her towards the edge.

Her body tightened and she moaned out her climax but Marcel didn’t break the pace. He continued eating her out and this time, made his tongue go rigid and flicked it against her.

“Jesus...” Arianna moaned, trembling from the pleasure, and felt him stop immediately.

Marcel pulled back and looked straight at her with a shit-eating grin, saying, “Sorry, love, but he’s not here.”

And his mouth was back on her again, grabbing her hips and sucking her clit harder, his face going impossibly deeper before he introduced a finger inside of her, and Arianna knew that she was a goner.

His finger moved inside of her as he thrust it in and out of her while his mouth sucked her clit faster, forming a rhythm of his own.

“Marcel...” Her breathing was labored and her hips moved against his fingers, feeling her walls tighten.

Marcel shockingly added a second finger, setting a faster pace now and Arianna couldn’t breathe anymore. His fingers and tongue on her brought her pleasure so wild she thought she would lose her mind. It was the first time she was feeling so much pleasure, not even Elijah had brought her to such a level.

“I think I’m going... going to....” Arianna couldn’t articulate her words properly as a mind-blowing orgasm washed over her, her body shuddered with her legs trembling and it was a surprise that she was still able to stand.

Her eyes fluttered close, exhaustion setting in but it wasn’t over yet. Marcel was not kidding when he said he would fuck her thoroughly.