Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Charlotte

When I woke up this morning I had a very short list of things to do. It involved taking a walk around the park, possibly taking Cordelia up on her offer to go shopping and to the little coffeehouse Ma used to like taking us to on Saturdays.

That was supposed to be my limit. The thing I was going to push myself to do that would resemble some ounce of normalcy.

If anybody had told me that my night would end with wild sex, there’s no way I would believe them. No way. Not one bit.

If they’d then decided to raise me one higher and say that my next day would begin with wilder sex I think I would have died laughing from the incredulity of such a prediction.

Yet here I am.

My day ended with me wrapped up in Gabe and at the stroke of midnight I was still wrapped up in him.

To try and say that we were recreating our first and last night together was an understatement.

It was the raw, explicit version of that. The raw, explicit version of us making up for lost time.

And we can’t seem to stop.

I can’t seem to.

He’s like a drug to me making me believe I’m under some spell where I’m the goddess, and like a puppet on a string I do what he tells me to and what he wants me to.

I do it because he’s only telling me to do exactly what I’ve wanted to do to him and with him all these long years.

Gabriel Giordano, my wild fantasy.

I’m lying on his bed now and the man has me covered in chocolate, cream and fruit.

I don’t know what time it is.

All I know is it was eight when I called Pa and told him I was spending the night with Gabe.

Was it weird telling Pa I was spending the night with a man he told to stay away from me?

Yes for damn sure. But I decided after Gabe took me the second time that I was going to truly immerse the idea Cordelia planted in my head and live the kind of day I’d have if we didn’t have any problems.

No worries, no shit on my mind, nothing.

So here I am pretending to be this rare delicacy while the sexiest man in the world eats fruit from my body.

A flicker of his tongue over my right nipple makes me giggle along with watching him eat the slice of strawberry he’s just taken into his mouth.

“This is so good baby, but I like the taste of you more.” He smiles looming over me.

He’s such a damn show off. He presses his knuckles into the bed either side of me and does a pushup holding himself in the down phase while he sucks my right breast then eats the strawberry off the left nipple and sucks.

“You’re crazy. You’re going to be sick.”

“Like fuck I am. I’m going to eat you all night. Eat as in your sweet pussy that tastes so fucking good.”

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He smiles and adjusts himself so he’s holding himself up with one powerful arm and the muscle bulges on his bicep, while the other hand gets to work on rubbing over the hard sensitive nub of my clit. I moan with pure satisfaction as he slides his finger inside slowly this time. Not enough to make me come yet which means he has something up his sleeve. When he stops I know I’m right.

He also knows how much I love looking at him and enjoying his body. So of course the flex he makes as he does a one-handed pushup and presses his lips to mine is another round of show just for me.

I go to call him out on being that when he shuffles down to my legs and starts licking up the cream and chocolate he’s spread over my mound. He licks me clean and starts working his way right up my body. Up he goes. And up, licking, nipping at my skin and tasting me as he eats all the food off me.

By the time he’s done I’m moaning again as he sucks on my left breast, working the tip to life with the flick of his clever tongue.

Pleasure takes me whole when he licks his way back down to my pussy and starts sucking on my clit. He spreads my legs wider and positions himself so he can taste me better.

Just when I start to think how amazing I feel he takes it up a notch and runs his hands over my breasts so he can caress my nipples and eat out my pussy at the same time.

He makes me feel like the goddess he calls me and I really do feel like I could just drift away and forget. Just forget and pretend this really is us and wonder what happens next.

I can tell myself that just a little longer. Just a little longer.

And for damn certain I’m going to make myself believe just that when I feel the tug of a greedy orgasm.

He licks over the hard sensitive nub of my clit and at the same time catches my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp as I feel it build and I know I’m going over the edge again.

The man is a sex god. The kind you’d see in a wild sexual fantasy where you know all there is, is pleasure beyond belief. That’s what I feel now as the ultimate pleasure ripples through me and sings through my veins.

It tickles my toes and makes my body come alive with the spark of sensuality that shudders through me.

“Ahhhhh….. uggghhhhh. I’m coming.” I moan and grab my breasts too, squeezing and kneading in tandem with the caress of his fingers.

“Come for me baby. Come, Goddess.”

I do.

I’ve lost count of how many orgasms this man has given me in this one night. There’s actually no point counting when you know there’s more to come.

The look on his face tells me there is much more to come although we’ve been tasting each other for the last hour.

He smiles then lowers to lick and lap up the release that flows from me.

Gabe licks me clean, completely clean, then picks me up and lays back so I can straddle him.

“Your turn.” He challenges and thrusts up pressing his cock into my ass. I rub over it and he groans. So I rub my pussy over it some more.

“Fucking hell baby, that is hot as fuck.”

“We should do that.” I coo unable to believe that I’m like this with him.

“Yes, I think it’s time for more fucking. Ride me baby.”

Wow… I look at him and that desire mingles with the raw chemistry and magnetism that draws us together. It’s so tangible I can almost touch it with my fingers.

I lift my hips and beam down on him as I slide down on his cock, adjusting it so he’s right inside my pussy. Deep, deep, inside. He feels amazing and fills me up, hitting my g-spot hard as I push down on his cock.

His lips arch as I start to move my hips over him and he allows me to ride him.

I do and as I start to bounce up and down on his cock I realize I needed this. I needed him.

I needed this day he gave me where I could just escape.

He places his hands behind his head as I ride his cock harder and my breasts bounce before his face, much to his satisfaction.

He smiles at me and pushes up, getting a good grip on my ass so he can help me out.

We start to move together in the wildness and control slips from me.

When he starts jackhammering up into me and I grind against him I know no matter how good he is that wave of rawness that claimed me will come for him too.

He pounds into me and I have to grab on to his shoulders to secure my grip on him. It’s like I can’t get enough. I can’t and I want more.

The rawness claims both of us and we give in with mutual surrender.

Both of us cry out into the release.

Then the wildness calms. I actually feel it calm and something sensual takes over. It’s that part of us I remember. It’s seeping through the passion and reminding us of the couple who were in love.

When he looks at me I know he feels it too. We don’t say anything. It’s like saying something will break the veil that covers us in this bubble we created.

We stay like that for a little while until he rolls over with me and holds me.

“Break time,” he whispers into my ear.

“Was I too much for you?” I tease.

“Woman, this is your break. I plan to take you all night. Don’t want to wear you out.”

All night.

I like the sound of that.

I can stay in the bubble for a little longer.

It’s not that hard because it’s him and Gabriel Giordano was always a fantasy.

A dream my body wanted.

Now it needs him.