Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ ＴｈｉｒｄＰｅｒｓｏｎ ✰
"𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞"
As she moulded her lips with his, muscular arms curled around her waist, catching her. As he slammed the door shut with his foot, their bodies collided against the wall.
Both full lips kissed recklessly and passionately. Her tongue slipped onto the seam of his mouth, begging for his dominance to tangle with hers. Colliding their tongues, he wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her up against the wall, her body rubbing against his as she wandered her hands across his back muscles.
The slow kiss turned fierce and deep as their lips worked sensually together. As his fingertips crept beneath her nightgown, she could feel his huge erection enlarging beneath her touch, his own touch yearning to feel hers.
When his hand gripped and caressed one of her large breasts, her lips broke free from his and uttered a desperate moan. He gave out a low erotic groan as she rubbed her lower body against his standing member, increasing her need for him.
Lips cling to her neck, sucking and marking her tender skin. Her hands went through his curls, tugging on all places while her breathing deepened and her skin became ablaze. Just by simply touching her, she could feel her panties entirely cover in her own juices.
Bringing his lips back to hers he kissed her passionately as he grasped her waist and lifted her off the wall and into his arms. As he moved towards the enormous bed, he tossed her down onto the bedding, her hair scattering around her and her chest pumping up and down, deeply.
Her eyes staring up at him with pure desire while a wicked sort of smile comes upon her luscious red swollen lips.
His large body loomed over her little frame, his lust-filled eyes matching hers in need. He leaned down on her, arms on either side of her head, and he started placing feathered kisses from her lips to her throat.
He moves one hand to the end of her nightgown, which had now bunched up to her panties, however was just an inch from exposing them. Her own hips buck slightly as he moves his fingers along the skin of her thigh and towards the hem of her panties.
Drawing his lips back to her own, she kisses him before he could, her lips meshing with his at a slow and possessive pace, causing the tightening in his sweats to increase.
His hands wandered over her body, returning to her thighs and tipping his fingers towards the hem of her panties. He wrapped his fingers through and dragged the ruby lace fabric down at a teasing speed.
A breathy moan escaped her parted lips, her dark grey eyes watching him torture her, although she loved it. Her panties had now slipped all the way down her legs, leaving the sexually frustrated girl entirely exposed, while the cool air around them greeted her dripping bare core.
