Blood & Marriage (Dark Mafia Romance) (8 page)

I rocked my body against him, all but climbing his tall,
sturdy frame as I was increasingly driven by a need that I’d never experienced
before. As if I was melting on the inside and needed him to contain me.

He bit on my bottom lip, sparking arousal between my legs so
urgent I was caught off guard. The last time we’d been as close had haunted me
every night since then, with the scenarios of what could have happened and how
it could have happened.

It was as if he knew what was going on within me, and his
fingers slid between my thighs from behind, teasing my sensitive, bare labia
and making me hug him tighter. I could’ve melted into him gladly, and it felt
like I did just that when he traced my slippery opening with the tip of his
finger.

“I can feel you throbbing with heat,” he whispered against
my cheek, and I couldn’t have cared less about my makeup. All that mattered was
for him to become one with me.

“I am. Oh, God, I’m so happy you’re here,” I whispered and
ran my hand over his chest, exploring his wiry muscles without pretending that
wasn’t what I’d intended. They flexed under my touch, firm and tight as I
caressed his pecs before delving to his stomach.

“Can you feel how happy I am?” he rasped and pushed against
me, his erection prominent to the touch, and this time I would not shy away
from it.

Santo slid his finger into my pussy with ease, and yet I
still trembled in his arms, overwhelmed by the mixture of arousal and anxiety.
I rocked my hips against his hand, frantic with the build-up and yet no touch
to my clit.

“Yes, and I think I can make you even happier,” I said,
slowly squeezing my hand over the front of his pants. I didn’t know what
pressure was right for this, so I kept it on the light side, closing my eyes as
I let myself explore the shape of him through the fabric. How would it feel in
my grasp, without anything to hinder the touch?

“Oh, you will, babe. I couldn’t stop thinking about you
those past few days.” He groaned, and slipped his finger out of me.

For a moment I thought I’d become lightheaded, but it was
actually Santo picking me up with ease that had me feeling weightless. His firm
grip on my buttocks never faltered, and he carried me all the way to the desk.

I hung onto him like a bunch of ripe fruit, ready for
picking, but I welcomed the wooden desktop under me. Spreading my thighs, I
pulled him in for another kiss, and was surprised when the layers of thin
undergarments became a sensation on their own, teasing me with all the straps
and the gentle slide of fabric against my skin.

His kiss was insistent, and the way he pressed his hips into
my groin made me wish I’d taken off my panties already. I was nervous about how
it would feel to have a man his size on top of me. If it would hurt. But the
pull I felt overcame all of those anxieties. There was something safe about
Santo. As if he were a deadly snake, and I, his charmer.

His cock seemed to grow in my hand, and I sought the zipper,
constantly distracted by his lips on my skin and the insistent touch that set
my pussy on fire. Pressure built up inside me with each passing second, and I
had the feeling that I’d start hurting if I couldn’t relieve it soon. “I need
it off,” I whispered and started pushing down my thong with my free hand. It
got caught in the straps of the garter belt, and I quickly undid those in
frustration.

Santo chuckled and bit my ear, sending yet another shiver of
excitement down to my pussy. “Oh. You
need
it off?” he teased, but
didn’t waste time to help me pull the panties down my legs. “What else do you
need
?”
He gave me a mischievous smile, but his attention quickly went lower, to my
exposed pussy, spread open for him to look at.

He trailed his thumb right between my slippery labia, but
took his time twirling it over my clit to make me moan. The moment he touched
me there, it was as if my skin went aflame, and I curled my hand over his nape
with a whimper.

“You know what I need,” I said, without looking away this
time, and the intensity of his green gaze sent an electric current all the way
down my spine and between my legs. His touch against my clit was just right,
teasing it rather than rubbing, and I pulled him close with my heels.

My fingers found his zipper at last, and I lowered it
quickly, pushing my trembling hand into the heat of his open fly.

Santo let out a low moan, and my breath hitched. I couldn’t
see his cock yet, but it was hot and stiff in my hand, much more than I
expected. My heart was beating like a drummer on ecstasy, and Santo unbuttoned
his fly as well, for more ease when I pulled his cock out. If he was to see all
of me in lingerie, I would at least have this.

The mere sight of it made my cheeks flush with heat, and
either my hands were freakishly small or his cock thicker than I expected it to
be. Dark and veiny, with the foreskin already halfway peeled back. I was so
frantic about it filling me soon that I wasn’t even sure I could comprehend
everything that was about to happen.

I licked my lips and grabbed his hand, pulling it to my
thin, lacy bra while I explored the length of his cock, petting it slowly to
get acquainted with every vein, all the way to the ridge of the cockhead.

When he got a condom out of his pocket, his other hand still
greedy for touch on my breast, my mind came to a standstill. Of course. It made
sense. That would be the logical thing to do. And yet it crashed all the
fantasies I’d had of him laying on top of me and pumping his seed in for the
ultimate connection.

Before today, I’d only had fantasies of what we would do. It
was never about reality. But here I was, faced with a choice.

“No, let’s skip...that,” I said, embarrassed now that the
presence of a rubber knocked me out of the fantasies where nothing mattered but
our mutual pleasure.

Santo swallowed, but only rocked his hips slightly, already
fucking my fist and driving me wild with the thought that I could have had this
thick cock inside me by now.

“You sure?”

I petted his face, rocking my buttocks against the desktop
in a need that couldn’t be contained anymore. “I’m not gonna use them later, am
I? If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll have one more thing of yours,” I whispered, leaning
in for a kiss.

Santo’s pupil’s widened as if he’d snorted a line of coke,
and he dropped the condom. “Yes,” he hissed into my lips, squeezing my breast
too hard, but the slight pain melted with pleasure, and I wasn’t even sure
which one I was feeling anymore.

He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, and tipped me
back, forcing my hand away from his cock, but at least my thighs were still
around his hips. Santo wasted no time, and his hot throbbing cockhead nudged at
my entrance, making me moan in anticipation.

“I will give you everything you need,” he rasped, his hair
falling out of place when he leaned over me.

“Yes, please,” I whispered, grabbing his shoulders and
raising my hips slightly as the ache inside my pussy became hard to bear. I was
such a throbbing mess, already so wet I could feel the excess on the inside of
my thighs.

Santo’s gaze locked with mine when he pushed the cockhead
in, making me tense up with the emotion of it all. But it didn’t hurt. I was so
wet and willing I was positive I could take the whole thing. My cheeks burned,
my chest rose and fell at an accelerated rate. I only wished that he wasn’t
wearing so many clothes, so that I were able to see all that muscle he’d showed
off at the pool.

“I will pump you full of my spunk,” he said as he made
another thrust, plunging his dick deeper into my tight channel. “I will make
you come on my cock so you milk it good.” He watched me with an intensity I
never imagined possible, and the dirty words were nothing like those cast by
lecherous drunk guys in clubs. This was for my ears only, and made me clench my
pussy over the hot rod moving inside me.

“Oh, God, yes.” I shuddered, pushing back so I could take in
more of him. We were a very tight fit, but each time he dove inside me, he
somehow reached deeper, as if my body made space, coaxing him into its deepest,
darkest secrets. “I want it all. I want to feel you all night.”

Santo groaned, and his thrusts became faster, the base of
his cock teasing my clit every time he pushed back into me. I squeezed my hands
on his shoulders and pulled him closer for a desperate kiss when the pace of
his fucking became frantic.

His lips on mine were everything I could ever want, and my
arousal mounted every time he dipped his cock right back into me. He pushed my
head to the side to kiss my neck, and I cried out. I had to bite my lips to
shut myself up when I saw us in the mirror.

“You will. You will even feel me tomorrow,” Santo mumbled
into my skin, but I was fixated on the reflection of him pounding his cock into
me like a machine.

I could even see his gorgeous ass, and once again I wished
he were naked. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, and I’d have him whichever
way.

Lost in pleasure, I was surprised when he grabbed me under
the knees. He pushed my legs down closer to my chest and held them there as he
fucked my pussy with abandon.

I stared at him, forcing my eyes to stay open, so that I
could memorize everything about the way he looked so lost in pleasure. There
was a sheen of sweat over his tan reddened skin, and his eyes were dark now,
pupils so huge they swallowed almost all of the green. It was all because of
me, as if he, too, wanted to remember this moment forever and return to it in
his mind once I became untouchable.

The position made it more difficult for me to breathe but
somehow this enhanced all my senses. I slid my hands up his body and traced my
thumbs over the protruding flesh of his scar as we kissed.

I was completely open to him as we moved together in this
bubble where nothing else mattered, where we were both untouchable, and as he
pushed into me harder, my pussy twitched, welcoming him in.

Santo slipped his hand between our bodies, and I was on the
verge of orgasm before, but when his thumb went to my clit, rubbing it
frantically, I lost it.

He moaned, watching me without blinking. “That’s it, come
for me, babe. Come on my cock. Fuck, you feel so good.” I’d never seen him this
flushed, this out of control, and I already missed it.

I spasmed, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t keep myself
from thrusting back against him. My toes curled, my breasts were so heavy I
almost couldn’t breathe, and my pussy clenched around Santo’s cock as I came,
biting my lips to keep from crying out loud enough for someone unwanted to
hear.

When I drifted on the waves of my orgasm, he only fucked me
harder, and the emotion of it all brought me to tears. His low moan and the stiffening
of his shoulders under my touch told me he was coming. I opened my eyes not to
miss it, despite my muscles being goo.

I’ve never seen a man more handsome than he looked now. His
lips reddened and parted as he let out another moan, making one more shallow
thrust into my pussy. Some of his tar-black hair stuck to his forehead, and his
cheeks were dark, but it was the way he looked at me that made my pussy spasm
over his cock in pleasure.

His gaze told me I was the most beautiful woman in the
world.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered and rubbed away a tear with his
thumb. “Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head and turned it slightly, brushing my lips
against his fingers. “No. I feel so, so good. You feel so good,” I said and
pulled him closer, straight into my arms. I wanted to keep him like that
forever.

I wrapped myself all around him, and he enclosed me in his
arms, slightly scooping me off the desk. My heart was still pounding, his cock
was still inside me, but no matter how much I wanted it, I knew this moment
would end soon.

At least my first time was something that I would always
remember with fondness, something I did on my own terms, with a man who created
a storm within me.

“I don’t want to go,” Santo whispered into my ear.

I clutched at him, and my eyes filled with tears so abruptly
it hurt. I stifled the sob that shook me, not wanting anyone to hear me. I
didn’t want him to go either.

I wanted him to be mine.

“I know,” I said through the tightness in my throat.

I’ve dreamed many times of what it would be to have a
boyfriend, how it would be to have sex, or what my future husband would be
like, but nothing could have prepared my for the turmoil Santo had created in
my life. No matter how much I’d tried, letting go of this forbidden fruit
seemed impossible.

I stroked his hair back, slowly relaxing under his weight
while the air cooled my skin by the second. “Thank you. Now I believe I can get
through this evening.”

Santo made a long sigh, but then he pulled away, and I bit
my lip when his cock slipped out of me. To my surprise, he replaced it with his
fingers, playing with my tender, slippery labia. “I wish I could give you
more.”

I exhaled, resting my heels on the edge of the desk as I
watched him, so dishevelled in the expensive clothes. I couldn’t even imagine
how I looked now, and I didn’t care. “But you can’t. This is it.”

Santo’s frown deepened, and he looked down to my pussy,
pulling away even his fingers now. “I will miss you.”

I took a deep breath and sat up, only to see myself in the
mirror behind him. My makeup was smudged, my updo in disarray, and one of my
stockings had slid down to my knee.

Beautiful and utterly unpresentable.

“Me too. You have no idea,” I admitted, because I didn’t
know if we’d ever get the chance to speak privately again.

Santo gave me another kiss, as if he still wasn’t ready to
part, and used some of the tissues from the makeup table before tucking his
cock back into his pants where I would never see it again. The pain of that
thought was excruciating.