Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 44

Nico

Her breath is warm, I can smell her fragrance a hint of muskiness, and floral it hits all my senses. My dick hardens in my pants. "All you have to say is no, Nico and I won't go any further."

Her breathing is rapid. "Say it and I will leave you alone." I hear her whimper knowing her body is on fire, it is betraying her and try as she may with her mind, there is no denying there is a connection, a force so strong that it leaves even me bewildered.

My desire to rip her clothes off is strong. I want to expose her nakedness, to see her pert tits in the flesh and look at her slick pussy. I want to run my tongue along her clit.

"Once, Nico just once then you can leave me." I laugh at her words.

"Are you begging me yet, Princess." She shakes her head vehemently. I rip her top, she gasps. Yet I can see the pulse throbbing in her neck, just like my cock is in my pants. My balls tight and aching to explode.

Her perfect nipples, hard and bitable are straining against the sheer, black lacey fabric. I lower my head and suck on one through the fabric. Lucky's hands shoot straight to my hair. I feel her push me further onto her tit. "You're so perfect, Princess so damn, fucking perfect."

"This is wrong, I don't even like you." Her voice is low, gasping.

"You are my fiancée, there is nothing wrong with wanting each other. We are attracted to each other like animals. You can't deny that." I take my hand and thrust it behind her head, crashing her mouth onto mine. Biting her lower lip then gliding my tongue inside her warm, wet mouth. She sighs and exhales. "You want this, Lucky give in to it. Stop fighting."

"I don't want you, Nico. My body obviously just wants to fuck." For some reason her words turn me on even more, as the pressure mounts in my ears. I want to take my cock out and masturbate in front of her to show her what she could be enjoying. Instead, I push against her hips so she can feel the need in me and my arousal mounting by the second.

"Then beg me, Princess and I will fuck you like you've never been fucked before. All you have to do is ask for my cock to slide into your wet, slick cunt and it will be yours."

She scoffs at me as I pull my lips away from her. I can see her chest rising and falling rapidly, hear as her breath catches. With my hand I trail down the side of her breast, down to the dip in her waist and trail my fingers slowly down to her hip bone where the soft flesh is and press with my thumb into the sensitive part. She groans, her head goes back slightly.

"We can finally consummate our engagement, it's been a long six months, Lucky. Your body is craving my hard cock." Another whimper. Her eyes are hooded. What the fuck is wrong with this woman? Why doesn't she just give in to me? It's clear as night and day that she craves every inch of me as I do her.

"I'm just craving cock, Santangelo. Right now, I don't think I give a fuck who. Since being engaged to you, I've not been able to see anyone. It's been too long."

I slide my hand between her legs and feel her wetness, I groan and grab her by the neck and force her against the balcony doors not letting the pressure on her neck go. She gasps, her eyes flutter. "Open your fucking legs, Princess." She does as I say and widens her stance so I can rub my hand along her precious core. She bucks, my own cock is having a moment wanting to burst out, but I won't relent. I will not give in until she asks me to fuck her.

I feel as Lucky rides my hand, knowing how she probably despises herself right now for needing me so badly. The warmth of her covers my hand, I dip inside her bottoms and find my way to her slit. "Fuck, you're soaking, Princess. Let me take the agony away and give you pleasure."