𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 | The oldest daughter of the Don to the Latin mafia hasn't had it easy in life so far growing up in a not so loving household made her have to learn how to build herself back from what her father destroyed and trust no one...
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~Mara Clemente~
As his hand tightened around my neck, I blindly found his other one and brought it to my clit. I helped him stroke myself and sighed breathlessly from the lust. I was pushing my hips back into his, meeting him thrust for thrust, whimpering into him to take me harder.
"Oh god" I moaned as my eyes opened and the vivid images of my dream faded away into a room. Daniel's room. It was a goddamn dream, a wet dream to be more specific with none other than the man himself as the star. One I had awoken from with my core aching and throbbing from the images, longing for fullness and attention. I reached my hand under the hem of my shirt stroking his dark hair soothingly as he slept peacefully, perfectly centered between my breasts. I sighed relaxing my head back onto the pillow.
He stirs a little causing his face to rub against my newly swollen flesh. I winced at the contact but didn't move because I didn't want to wake him up. He eventually stopped and I went back to toying with his hair. Just about a few minutes later he starts doing it again but this time very clearly on purpose. He shifts his weight so that he's able to latch onto one of my nipples a groan rumpling through his chest as he darts his tongue out flicking it, carefully almost gently. His hand starts sliding up my body tracing all of my curves up until he reaches my chests. He takes the one he isn't sucking on into his hand kneading it with a perfectly synchronized rythme to his mouth on the other side. I'm squirming underneath him, my hand grabbing onto his head pushing him closer than he physically could get but I don't care.
He pulls back, getting himself out of my shirt and comes up to face me for a kiss. It's slow and short and when he pulls back I couldn't help but make a remark "Well good morning to you too" I laugh. He sigh then comes to lay down on top of me not letting his full weight onto me though as he corners his face into my neck. "Good morning indeed, love"
His hands had never left my shirt so they are now going back down to my thighs squeezing them roughly. He slides his weight down to my body and when he's halfway to where I really need him my idiotic self felt the need to speak again "Wow, take a woman out to breakfast first" he laughs, a genuine laugh and its looks so good on him that I just want to see it all the time "First of all its dinner not breakfast" he slides further down till he's faced with my clothed cunt then whispers "And baby this is my breakfast" it's a half growl half whisper but what matters is that it sends goose bumps all over my body.
He looks up to me asking for permission. "Oh fuck that I'm over this" is all he gets as a warning before I push his face into my pussy. My underwear is still on but he doesn't bother taking it off, lazily licking me through it giving me less than enough friction, and I need more. So much more. He goes on like this for a while, torturing me ever so slowly but only in the most enjoyable way. "Fuck, I need to taste you so bad." So carefully he slips my underwear off throwing it somewhere behind him before coming back down on me covering me with his mouth where I need him most. I gasped the feeling overwhelming me since my body had already been on fire from my earlier dream.
