Entangled With The Mafia Lord

“Alright,” She whispered, her light breath ghosting over my lips. Her eyelids could barely stay open and I was sure that assuming my fingers weren’t holding her chin up, she’d have turned back around.

I leaned my head down and grabbed her face with my two hands before brushing my lips against hers more firmly and kissed her like I’ve wanted to since. I licked my way into her mouth and was almost growling when she sucked on my tongue like she meant business. I dug my hands into her hair and tugged on the roots a little until her throat was directly in my face, the smooth skin of her throat called out to me- for me to mark and own until there was too much of hickeys for makeup to be able to cover.

The roaring in my ear continued for a moment more before her sweet moans started drowning them out. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this right now since I have to be somewhere really important in an hour but I couldn’t resist dragging out these heavenly sounds from her.

I closed my mouth over her glittering lips and sucked her lower lip into my mouth before swiping my tongue into her mouth to stroke the root of her mouth with the tip of my tongue while swallowing all the moans escaping her throat.

I kissed my way to her ear and sucked her earlobe into my mouth while she moaned uncontrollably.

God, she was so responsive. Just the way I like them.

I can already tell I’ll enjoy eating her out thoroughly.

Just as I was about to feast on her neck, a knock resounded on the door just as Daven’s voice rang through loudly.

“Yo boss?”

I cursed Daven in my head while still holding Aria’s hair the moment she tried to pull away, her eyes wide and glancing towards the door as if Daven or any one else would ever invade my privacy that way.

I dropped a hard kiss on her lips before untangling my fingers from her hair and getting up from the bed and heading towards the bed.

I pulled open the door and stepped out before closing it softly behind me and glaring at a grinning Daven. He had an iPad with him- he was always busy on one gadget or the other.

“What?” I demanded, contemplating pulling on his hair to wipe that smug look away from his face.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Um, nothing,” He replied, his grin growing wider than usual before his smile flattered and he shook his head before rephrasing, “I mean, it’s not actually nothing. I obviously came here for something. If not I wouldn’t have interrupted your make out session.”

… and his shit eating grin was back on his face. I rolled my eyes in irritation and a little sadness, that was exactly something Nicolas would have said while grinning like a maniac. “But you said ‘nothing’ some minutes ago.”

“I know. That was because I was distracted by y’all making out.” He argued, smiling like a clown.

“Dave, we were not making out.”

“Um, hello? Do I look dumb to you? My IQ is higher than yours In Case you’ve forgotten, I’m reminding you. I’m extremely smart which means I could tell y’all were making out. I mean, do you know how your hair looks like after sex hair right now? Let’s not start talking about how swollen your lips are and how you shamelessly have a hard on right now because that would be gay as fuck. Other than that, yeah.”

He kept on grinning, daring me to try giving him another stupid excuse. I shook my head and tried to ignore his bright smile before switching the topic away from my supposed make out session to the reason he was here in the first place.

“What is it?” I demanded again.

“Oh. Well Tristan is back already and he said to tell you to start preparing because we’ll be leaving soon.” Daven twirled around and waved at me as he made his way back downstairs when I called out his name, making him stop in his tracks.

“Yeah boss?”

I shook my head, deciding to ask Tristan himself when I see him, I waved him away and let myself back into my room.

Aria was exiting the bathroom when I kicked the door closed, she walked towards the bed and sank into it while running her fingers through her hair. Our gaze met and she smiled a little as if unsure if she should smile at me or ignore my existence. I walked towards her and leaned over her until she was lying flat beneath me, her eyes blown wide as it roved over my face.

I knelt over her with my forearms braces beside her head and my thighs barely touching hers. I bent and kissed her lips slowly, her hands wrapped around my neck immediately while her thighs hooked themselves against my waist, pulling me down on her until we were kissing hungrily. Pushing my knee between her heated thighs and slowly grinding the hard part of my thigh over her core which was still covered by a boxer short, I slanted my lips over hers when a loud moan slipped out her quivering lips.

“God, you’re so hot,” I whispered into her ear just as I licked the shell of her ear, she arched her chest into mine, moans after moans falling out her lips at the slide of my thighs against her clit. Sliding down her chest until my mouth was on the same level with her titties, I hooked my hands beneath her arched back and lifted her more until her hard nipples which were still covered by the shirt she had on were directly positioned before my lips.

Without wasting much time, I closed my lips over her right nipple and sucked the hard nut in, as if my suckling on her tit was controlling every part of her body, her back arched off the bed more which forced me to take more of her tit into my mouth and worship with my tongue earnestly.

“Oh God,” She cried out as her fingers dig into my hair and pulled on my strands while pushing her tit into my mouth, her thighs parted once again and I felt her grind her pussy over and over on my thigh until her head fell back on the bed weakly.

Her sensitivity was what made me more attracted to her, and her nipples… holy fuck her nipples were extremely sensitive, I bet she’d be able to cum from enough stimulation on that part of her body. Lifting my mouth away from her nipple, I stared at the wet patch I’ve made on the blue shirt, her nipple standing in the middle, hard. Sliding my hands beneath her shirt, I lifted the shirt over her head and almost grinned when she lifted her back up for me to pull the top all the way off.

I changed my mind at the last minute and abandoned the bunched up shirt on her biceps which kept her hands above her head until whenever I decided to pull the shirt off.

Perfect.