Book II of the Mafia Escapades series
"I could never have feelings for you, Rocco. You are the definition of a red flag, that keeps swaying around like a gnat. You struggle to hide your emotions towards me, like a child with no self-awareness."
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The marriage was arranged with the intention of uniting Rocco and me to form a family. I may have been too optimistic in believing that I could maintain a relationship with Marco while being married. As the wedding preparations progress, I am beginning to see that it might be more challenging than I anticipated.
As I walked near the loft stairwell, I saw Marco emerging from Aldo's office downstairs. I gave a small whistle to get his attention. He looked up at me with his captivating brown eyes and smiled as he made his way up the back stairs.
I knew for sure Rocco wasn't around, Alaina was in the middle of completing her finals and Caterina was busy doing whatever, probably planning my wedding.
I grasp Marco's shirt and lead him into my room. After closing the door, I secured the lock for safety. "What did Aldo say?" I inquired as I started unbuttoning his shirt.
He begins to undress me at the same time. "He doesn't see fit to me being here. Said you will have guards here. I had to call Enzo to do some convincing."
He gently kisses my outer thighs after pulling down my pants. Using his hands, he carefully parts my legs. Anticipation fills my breath as I wait for what comes next. Then, Marco removes my panties with a gentle tug.
"And, I will be your guard for the time being." He said, just before slamming his mouth on me.
He satisfies me in every way that he knows I enjoy. His hands gently slide under my butt and firmly grasp them. I held my breath as he skillfully moved his tongue along my sensitive area, tracing circles until he enveloped my center with his mouth. I couldn't help but moan, unconcerned if anyone could hear. Perhaps they would assume it's Rocco in the vicinity, or maybe it would be Rocco who catches my sounds. He might even believe I'm alone in here.
Marco attended to my slit, caressing it before delving his tongue inside. The sensation caused my knees to weaken, and I leaned forward. Desperate for something to hold onto, I grasped his hair tightly. "You still taste amazing," he whispered.
"Shh, I don't need you to die today. Take me to my bed," I moaned.
He cradled my legs with his arms, lifting me while continuing to pleasure me. Gently, he placed me on the bed and continued his skilled techniques. He withdrew his tongue and licked up my inner folds. Using the tip of his tongue, he circled my entrance, causing my hips to buck involuntarily, urging myself into his mouth even more. He embraced me with his sweet oral attention, licking me until I was on the verge of exploding.
Just before my orgasm, my body tenses up. I hold my breath to remain quiet, knowing that if I don't, it could be detrimental for both of us. Marco stands tall over me, trapping me in. He forcefully removes his jeans and reveals his erect member. Without hesitation, he enters me gently and soothingly.
As he thrusts, his hands caress my hair and massage my scalp, while simultaneously pleasuring me with his erection. "I love you so much," he moans.
