The Mafia's One Desire

chapter 26: threat

Alessandro Prince Chavicci

This woman is going to be the death of me. Sofia does shit like that and still thinks I'm going to be able to control myself. Every time she fucking looks at me, I want to slam her against the wall, take her throat in my hand and pound into her so roughly she can't move for the next twenty-four hours. And then I'll take her again and again and again. 

I take her until we're both completely satisfied and then go for another round. I know she's still a bit uncomfortable with the whole 'going inside' thing, and I would never force her. But my brain just can't help imagining how it will feel with her beautiful pussy wrapped so good around me. 

To watch her writhe under me, hear her moan out my name, to stake my claim with hickies along her body. I observe her hands running over her body, a soapy trail of bubbles left behind. I try to distract myself with my own shower, but with her standing right next to me...naked, it's incredibly hard to concentrate on anything else.

"You know I can feel your eyes on me."

"I can't look at anything else. You are way too gorgeous."

"I could say the same thing about you."

"You should."

"Sandro. The last thing you need is an ego boost."

She bites her bottom lip to try and hide her smile, but it doesn't work too well. I playfully glared at her, and not being able to handle the space between us anymore, I wrap my hand around her hip and pull her against my body. The soft laugh that comes out of her mouth is one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard. 

It's one of the purest and musical sounds on this planet, in this universe. I trail my fingers down her spine, kiss at her shoulder and neck, and move her leg so it's straddling mine. With the friction of my leg against the hotness of her pussy, she gasps, her mouth dropping open. I push one hand against her ass which pushes her forward a small bit. 

I want her to know how it feels, so she can end up doing it herself. Her knee grazes the tip of my dick, but I only focus on her and her pleasure. Sofia moans aloud as she continues grinding on my leg, her pussy pulsating against me.

I rub soothing circles on her hip -- that holds her so she doesn't fall -- as my head dips to her breasts. I capture a nipple in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the tip. She grips the back of my head, moaning my name into the fogged-up bathroom. 

My hand reaches to grasp her neck which sends her hips moving faster with each dominating squeeze. I smirk at her body and mind being utterly submissive to what I want to do with her. A whimper erupts from her mouth, and I know she's close. 

Glancing up at her face through my lashes because of my desire to watch her orgasm, I grind forward, so my leg pushes against her clit. That small stimulation sends her into a world of euphoria. She continues to move her hips a bit to ride out her orgasm, and when she's done, her body relaxes. She rests her head against my chest, her breathing uneven.

"Are you feeling okay, amore?"

She nods her head, tilting it upwards, and I lean down to place a kiss against her lips. I groan against her as I pry her lips open. She tastes like minty toothpaste. After we have finished kissing, we wash our bodies once again before finally getting close on (unfortunately). As she continues to get ready for the day, I make my way to the kitchen to get Sofia her favorite (and most indulgent) breakfast. 

A latte macchiato with two cornetti which is like a croissant but less buttery and softer. 

She comes down looking exquisite as always, pressing a kiss to my lips when she sees the breakfast. I sit beside her to make sure she eats enough because I don't want her to starve if we're going shopping, and I don't want to have her stop multiple times to eat if she's enjoying herself.