23 year old, Fatima's life was well planned out when she finished her college studies in Stanford University. Coming back home in London, she'd planned to take a gap year and have time to figure out what she really wanted to do with her life. Everyt...
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I stirred in my sleep the following day, opening my eyes I found Fatima fast asleep on my shoulder, her arm around my torso so tight. I always found it funny and sweet when she did that. It made me proud that she trusted me. I removed her hair from her face, she look beautiful and innocent in her sleep, she looked peaceful. I reached to run my thumb on her cheek down then down her neck, running my fingers ever so smoothly, she shivered under my touch.
I gently moved her from me and lucky she shifted and turned to look the other side. I got off the bed and covered her then I went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth then got into the shower. I shook from the cold water but I needed it, I need to be active and clear minded. I needed a clear head to deal with this Anthonio issue. I suspected him for Fatima's accident, I just needed proof. I was really gunning for the motherfucker. Anthonio always wanted to be like me ever since I can remember.
It was funny because we were friends in high school and through college but everything changed when we were about to graduate. Our fathers told us that I'd be taking over as the Don as soon as my father retired from the Mafia organization, that was four years back. So that meant that after I graduated I was going to start training. After that Antonio's behaviour changed towards me, he mixed himself with the wrong people, creating some scenes at school, it was a mess. From then onwards we went our separate ways. Three months before I married Fatima, I took over the family business. He had been trying to take me down ever since we were told I'd be taking over, he had hoped that he was going to take over but that wasn't the case at all.
Goosebumps took over my skin when a pair of soft hands wrapped around my waist. Then she traced them to my chest, down to my abs, to my V-line and then to my cock. She began to pump me slowly, planting kisses on my back, driving me insane. I tilted my head up, closing my eyes and exhaled shakily, she was good.
"Come here." I gently pulled her to stand in front of me and she complied. I leaned in to claimed her lips so roughly, she seemed to love it, she smelled and tasted amazing. She wrapped one arm around my neck and the other hand kept pumping my cock down there. I groaned against her lips and she chuckled, more like moaned and pulled back, staring up at me with lust in her eyes. Slowly I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her, kissing her powerfully but slowly and making her knees weak. I kissed her neck, nibbling and biting her smooth skin.
She traced her thumb on my tip.
Fuck.
"You like that?" She whispered in my ear as I nuzzled further into her neck, marking her.
"Shit...!" I cursed under my breath, taking a handful of her hair, kissing her jawline, her chin, draping my tongue on her bottom lip. My fingers found her clit, I inserted my finger inside her, she moaned. "I swear to God if you keep doing that, I might cum." I claimed her lips again.
"Then what do you want, baby?" That was the first time she ever called me that, I smirked. "Tell me what you want."
"You on your knees." That came out as a plea and she gave me the most mischievous smirk.
