Married to the mafia boss Series

Gabriel

I just can’t get enough of her.

I can’t get enough.

I don’t want enough either. What I want is everything. All that she can give me and all that I can take.

All I can take before the fucking bubble we’re in pops and lands me on my ass.

I know it’s going to come I just hope it won’t and it’s times like this when I’m grateful I’m not that kind of bastard to give up and back down when I see an opening where I can push through.

This doll, this woman, this being in my arms molding her body to mine within the granite walls of my shower is what I call perfection.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The perfect woman, with the perfect body and perfect everything and I want her to be mine the way she was supposed to be.

Questions linger in the air but they can stay right the fuck there while I enjoy my girl.

The light spray of water from the shower trickles over us and we’re kissing like we want to devour each other.

I don’t know what time it is and I don’t care.

The world could pass us by and time fade from our existence. It could all happen and pass us by and all I would care about is her, the goddess.

I run my finger over her ear lobe and she moves back giggling. It’s the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

She rests against the wall of the shower and the water runs down her from her head and in a line down her breasts which I’m choosing to stare at openly.

Massive globes with pink tips like rosebuds pebble as the water runs over her. I can’t help it I want another taste of her. I lower and suck her tits for the millionth time tonight but it feels like the first time.

She runs her hand through my hair pressing me to her glorious tits as I suck. Again I want more of her.

“Gabe, I want to taste you too,” she whispers against my ear and I lift my head to meet her eyes.

That is exactly what I mean about perfection.

“Taste me goddess.” I give her an easy grin that comes easier when I watch the beauty drop to her knees and wrap one slender hand around my dick.

At her touch my cock grows even harder in her hands. My fucking dick grows, straining toward her, aching for that mouth of hers.

She slides her hand down my length and grips the base and lowered her head. Eyes still trained on me though, which is sexy as fuck.

First she licks over the tip and stays there just tasting my dick. And fucking hell does my dick look good in her mouth.

All of her looks good. Watching her on her knees before me, giving me the attention she sees fit.

What a lot of women don’t realize is I have this dominating personality because I keep close what belongs to me but in the mix I give myself too.

All my life this woman here is the only one I’ve ever given myself to. Her. She is my weakness. Her.

She’s the only person to walk this earth to have the power to affect me when she wasn’t even in my life.

She’s the only person who can rob my mind of thought with one kiss so what she’s doing to me now is so much more than sucking my cock, it’s going down the path of something more.

She takes my cock deeper into her mouth and glides over the shaft with her tongue.

It makes me harder and tension coils in my balls.

I get lost the minute she starts sucking harder and deep-throating me, taking me deeper into that pretty little mouth of hers. She sucks hard and sure and I feel control slip when she starts licking over my balls.

Yes I want to finish in her mouth but finishing inside her tight wet cunt is so much better.

I clamp one hand down on her wrist and lift her so she’s standing.

“No fair, I wanted to taste you properly.” She pretends to complain and gives me a pout.

“Like fuck, we can do that on the next round. I want that lush ass of yours. It needs a pounding.”

“Does it?”

I flip her around so that she has to press her hands against the shower then I give her ass a smack to see the firmness in it and grab a handful of those lush cheeks.

When she glances over her shoulder at me and gives me a little smile, I see I had the desired effect I was going for.

Now for more.

I take her hips and she’s so perfect I have to take the moment to look at her, commit her to memory so I can conjure her up all the time asleep and awake.

Fuck, listen to me. What the hell am I getting myself into?

Those questions that linger in the air threaten to come forth to screw with me but I push them away again.

Everything. I’ll screw them instead.

I guide the fat head of my cock to her slick entrance and plunge right into her.

I plunge in and a hum of pure feminine satisfaction falls from her gorgeous lips.

I love that sound and I love how tight she is around my cock. Her pussy clamps around my cock as I plunge into her. The scorching heat of pleasure takes over as I do and I start to rut into her like an animal. I pound into her hard and sure, relentless and unforgiving and because she can take it, I give her more.

She wants more and her cries for it have me giving her what she wants, fucking her as hard as she wants. I’m not surprised when the climax builds within me.

I’m not surprised at all because I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had her and all the ways I have.

The rawness builds and comes for me, draining me and I blow my load into her, the two of us crying out into the release that grips us in passion’s claws.

Jesus Christ, I actually feel drained like a part of my life force is gone. It’s exhaustion finally coming for me. It’s come to get me and tell me it’s time to stop, or at least take a break from her body.

I try to heed the warning but the minute we get back in bed I’m balls deep in her again, owning her pussy.

This last round gets me good though. Wipes me out clean.

I had her on her hands and knees so I could take her from behind again and enjoy her glorious ass. By the time we finish we both collapse in a heap on the pillows.

She looks tired. Still a work of art but tired, with her droopy lids that have that subtle pleasure-filled look that makes her eyes shimmer. Her skin is glowing and I’m pretty certain mine is too.

“Be back in a minute,” I tell her.

“Don’t stay away too long.” She coos and runs her fingers over the bulge of muscle on my arm.

“I won’t.”

I leave her and feel her eyes on my ass as I walk away.

She can fucking look at me however she wants. I glance back at her and I’m right, the goddess has rolled on to her elbow and is checking me out.

She runs her tongue over her pretty lips and looks me over. I fucking love it and can’t get enough of her. I make my way to my ensuite bathroom to grab some tissues to clean off my dick. I grab some for her too and as I look up I catch a glimpse of myself in the floor to ceiling mirror.

The reflection of the man staring back at me makes me stop and look.

I look like myself ten years ago.

I’m ten years older, my body harder, I have more tats than I had at that time and I’ve been through all manner of shit. Nevertheless the guy looking back at me is the Gabriel from the past.

It’s him because he found his girl. The question is ‘what now’?

What to do now?

What does she want?

I know what I want. I want her.

Time hasn’t dulled how I feel about her. I never wanted for a woman in my life but the one I chose to want badly is the one I fell for. It’s her through and through, but she was right about one thing she said yesterday. She said things are different.

They are.

We can exist in this bubble all we want but I can’t ignore it. I can deal with the differences and I can pick up where we left off, my gut however tells me she can’t.

That’s the part that worries me.

She’s the same girl. The same woman that I knew and I actually took the time to know her. Knowing her made me wait for her to turn eighteen before I claimed her virginity. I was tempted as fuck to take it from the first time I saw her, but I didn’t want her to think of me as some guy who just wanted her for her body.

Knowing her is how I know she wouldn’t have mentioned the differences in time and feeling if it wasn’t important to her, and if I didn’t mean something to her we wouldn’t have had the night we had last night.

So, it’s that thing I have to tap into now and see where it takes me, where it takes us.

I just hope she wants to go in the direction I want for us. We never got to have the life I wanted us to have. Never got it and we deserved it. I want to give that to her.

I grip harder on the tissue and sigh, turning my attention to the frosted glass of the bathroom window. The slight hints of morning peak through, revealing the time. I’m guessing it’s about four, possibly five.

The birds aren’t singing yet. That’s the first sign of daylight breaking. The chirping of the birds in the trees.

I clean myself off and go back to her and clean her too.

I then take the absolute pleasure of pulling her into my arms and holding her close to my heart.

She runs her fingers over my corded muscles and lingers on the Roman numeral ten I have tattooed on my left pec..

“What does the number represent?” she asks.

Poor doll, I’m about to add more things that’s changed in our lives. “It’s the tenth month on the tenth day. It’s …the day Frankie was killed.”

Instantly she bolts upright and stares at me wide eyed. “What, no? Gabe… no.”

I nod slowly and press my lips together. “Seven years now. It’s been seven years. Happened at the worst time ever. He’d met a girl he was sweet on and then he was killed right in front of me.”

“Oh God… Gabe. That’s awful. I can’t believe that happened. Frankie…” A tear runs down her cheek and I appreciate her sympathy.

I wipe away the tear and bring her back to my chest.

“Thanks Doll. He would appreciate the way you care.”

“What happened to him Gabe?”

“He got a hit on him baby and there was fuck all we could do about it.”

Her hands still on my chest and she sniffles.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks.”

Frankie was the first of my brothers to meet Charlotte. He was the first of my brothers to give me the warning that she was young and I had to be careful. While it wasn’t uncommon for men in our world to have wives who were ten years younger than them or even more, her family was not like that. Neither was mine.

Frankie was also the guy to tell me to screw Donny’s warning to stay away from his daughter. The man was just pissed as fuck for finding me with my dick out of my pants with his daughter half naked. Of course he fucking would tell me to stay the fuck away.

That was a given but it was Frankie who told me that if it was real between me and Charlotte it would always be real and it didn’t matter what anyone said or did.

It’s Frankie’s words I remember now as I think about us.

Of my brothers he was the wildest and most ruthless. He liked walking the wild side and dancing with devils.

A little like me.

The flutter of fingers move over my chest and then her hand stills.

Her breathing too and I know she’s asleep.

Seconds later sleep takes me too.

I never even felt when I drifted off. It was my mistake because when I opened my eyes again she was gone.