Page 32 of Forced to Marry into a Mafia Family
“Mia showed me a picture you took while I was asleep. Why did you take that?” I asked, remembering the photo of me fast asleep with my head lying on his chest.
“You were snoring like a fucking jackhammer. I couldn’t believe a noise like that was coming from someone sobella(pretty),” not being able to help myself, I spun my entire body around to face him as I burst out laughing.
“Buddha, you're a whole liar. I do not snore,” I playfully swatted his chest, looking at him. He cracked both his eyes open and smirked.
“I wish I were fucking lying. Shit sounded so mothafucking loud it woke me out of my sleep. I’m surprised your nostrils didn’t cave in,” I started laughing even louder because now he was just saying anything.
“You’re so full of shit.”
“Can I tell you something?” Buddha asked, looking at me with a serious expression.
“Does it involve pigs and dead people?” Buddha’s chest rumbled as he laughed, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. A sight I’d come to enjoy.
“I sleep really peacefully since you started sleeping in my bed.”
“What? No, you don’t,” I scrunched my nose because I knew he was lying.
“Lo giuro(I swear), that’s why I was so fucking mad when I woke up, and you were gone.” Buddha gently touched my right cheek, and just like that, the mood between us changed. I noticed the way he looked at me, and all I wanted at this moment was for him to kiss me.
“You like me in your bed?” I asked seductively, purposely licking my lips, letting him know what I wanted. Buddha’s expression darkened. In one fluid move, he flipped me on my back and pinned me under his large body.
By this time, I was breathing erratically, happy that I was already naked. Buddha didn’t move any closer; he just hovered closely to my mouth, staring at it.
“Remember when I said, I’d make you beg me to fuck you?” He whispered softly, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Hmmm, you remember?” He asked again, as I felt his hand creep between my open thighs. I moaned loudly, unashamed, when his middle finger traced the outside of my pussy.
I lifted my hips because I was fucking greedy; I wanted his fingers inside of me.
“Yeahhh, you want me to slip my fingers inside of this wet fucking pussy?” He asked, kissing the next side of my mouth. I squirmed under him, lifting my hips again, begging without words.
“Come on, Dior, beg me for it.” Slowly, Buddha’s index finger made a lazy circle around my clit, then again a second time. Then he just stopped, even in the bedroom, he wanted full control. By this time, my body was hot and shaking, anticipating what this man was about to do to me.
“Please, Buddha, please,” I looked him in his eyes, as I placed my hand on top of his, guiding him to do whatever he wanted.
“Please, play with your clit?” He asked before he used his two fingers to rub me. I was losing my fucking mind as he made fast circles.
“Or please fuck you with these fingers until you cream.”
“Aaahhhh,” I cried out when his words became his actions. In and out, Buddha’s fingers plunged inside of me. I closed my eyes as I got lost in the feeling.
“Now, I want you to open your legs so fucking wide for me because I need to eat your pussy. But I need you to watch me as I do. So open your fucking eyes,” Buddha’s instructions were clear. I opened my eyes first before I opened my legs wider. By this time, I was no longer breathing; it was more like gasping, as Buddha lowered himself between my thighs.
Tucking my lower lip between my teeth, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, as Buddha opened his mouth and released a mouthful of saliva right on my clit.
“Now, let me see you rub it in.” Jesus, was it a half Italian I needed all this time in my life? I thought as I used three of my fingers and spread his saliva around my clit. Never in my life have I experienced this level of intimacy, the way Buddha watched as I circled my clit. Shit, I almost came right then.
“Now move your hand.” I did as he said.
“Mmmm,” I moaned when Buddha’s mouth replaced my fingers. The intensity in his eyes as his tongue licked andcircled… circled, then licked, made me want to yank all of my hair out of my scalp.
“You like it when I eat your pussy? This pretty, pretty pussy,” Buddha muttered softly. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to answer, but I knew I absolutely could not. I lifted my hips, trying to move with the rhythm of his tongue.
“Jesus, Buddha,” I gasped, clutching the sheets when he began sucking relentlessly on my clit. His eyes never left mine; he kept staring right into my soul.
“Say my name again,” he said, slipping two fingers inside of me before he continued. With his fingers and tongue in unison, I knew I wasn’t going to last any longer.
“SSsss, Buddha, Buddha,” I moaned, grabbing his curly hair as my hips thrust upward. My stomach tightened, and I shut my eyes tight as fuck.
“Yeahhh, cum over my fucking face,” that was it, that was all it took. The noises that escaped my throat had me wondering if I had morphed into some sort of feral animal. Grabbing my ass, Buddha buried his entire mouth over my pussy lips, slurping and sucking all my juices, while he groaned loudly.
