LOVE AND SEX (the mafia’s slutty wife)

He was doing it again, rendering her useless and empty and then filling her up again. By now Serena had forgotten how to breathe as she watched him undress, his muscles rippling as he undid his jeans, letting it fall to the ground.

His erection bobbed to attention before her eyes, veins protruding. Serena’s eyes widened in shock at how big he was, she could see he was watching her and waiting for a reaction.

“I will be gentle” he said.

“I know” Serena responded, raising her eyes up to meet his.

She knew that although he was the most dangerous and ruthless man there is, he was going to be gentle with her.

Damon could see the acceptance in her eyes, he immediately joined her on the bed and began kissing her again, one hand exploring and the other holding himself up a little from her body, he did not want to crush her.

The kisses he was trailing down her neck elicited a moan from Serena as her head went to the side giving him more access.

“Do you know how utterly beautiful you are, Serena” he mumbled stop trailing kisses all over the neck.

“Tell me” Serena breathed.

“I don’t think any precious stone or any gem in the world can outshine you, mia dolcezza”

“Now aren’t you a flatterer” Serena sighed, her eyes still closed and her breath hitched.

“I don’t flatter, mi cara.” He whispered in her ear.

Damon grabbed the strap of her gown and tore it revealing part of her breast and part of her already peaked nipple.

Serena was at the verge of protesting about him tearing her gown before his mouth descended on her nipple, rendering her speechless, all she could do was suck in her breath as the feelings assaulted her senses. Her toes curled up of their own volition and her hands came up to his head positioning him there as he flicked her left nipple with his tongue, circling gently and then biting.

Serena gasped, her glazed eyes opening.

“Be quiet” Damon commanded as he moved his mouth to her right nipple, his hand toying with the one he had just sucked, teasing their red peak into hardness again.

Serena was gasping, unable to form coherent thoughts,

Was this how it felt to drown, She thought.

Damon’s hands were performing their own magic, she could feel his erection probing the center of her already moist vagina and she widened, giving him closer access. Her panties were already soaked with the wetness.

His hand began moving, caressing her inner thighs before they came upon her center.

He brought up his face to meet hers and smiled at the look of pure, sexual pleasure on her face.

“Please” Serena mumbled

“Please what, Serena?”

He asked and grabbed her cunt through her panties, Serena’s eyes rolled back as a moan escaped her lips followed by words that were hardly understandable.

Damon was in over his head with want, he could taste his want for her in his mouth but he wanted her to have the best sex she would ever have and so even when he could feel himself nearing his orgasm, he held on, teasing her with his fingers, rubbing the silk material of her panties against her already swollen clit.

“I need you.” Serena finally managed against the war of pleasure going on in her body.

Damon groaned at her words, ripping her panties, they were soaked and she was so wet he could drive all of him into her so fast but he was going to take his time.

He opened her legs wider and positioned himself in her center, she was ready, he could tell.

“This is going to hurt” he told her.

Serena nodded, she knew all about the first pain.

Damon lowered himself and then drove in, a gasp escaped Serena’s throat at the intrusion, her core clenching and unclenching. He stopped as he reached the blockage that would be her hymen and then in one thrust drove in.

Serena let out a scream at the pain that hit her but Damon continued holding her and he stopped moving, letting her get accustomed to him.

“Are you okay?” He asked her between pants

Serena nodded, she was bursting but she still wanted more.

Damon continued his slow torturous ride into her, groans upon groans escaping him.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“You are so tight, Mia dolcezza” he growled.

Serena’s moans filled the room as Damon picked up his pace, driving in and out of her in reckless abandon and together they rode the waves with her legs wrapped tightly around his butt and his mouth on her lips.

……

Serena was sure she had died and this was heaven she had just experienced, her body felt free and new. Her head light as she watched the man sleep beside her, he looked nothing like the dangerous man he was and one she had been afraid of when they had gotten married. He looked like an angel, laying besides her now and breathing quietly through his mouth, she was tempted to brush away the lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead, giving him that roguish look.

“Stop staring” he said suddenly

“You look beautiful when you sleep”

“How are you feeling?” He asked her, opening beautiful blue eyes.

“I feel good, I don’t think I have ever been better.” She responded smiling at him.

“Good, because I am not done with you.” He said getting up suddenly.

Serena gasped when he reached for her, turning her over

“What are you doing?” She asked clearly confused, her butt raised and her back arched.

“Teaching you” Damon said, his fingers reaching into her.

Serena’s body warmed immediately at his touch, she closed her eyes and arched her back more as his fingers explored her from behind.

This was it! She thought

This was how it felt to be the lover of Damon Matteo, mafia heir and billionaire

But she wasn’t just his lover, she was his wife!.