The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

Leonardo crawled up and hovered over her body, planting his lips on hers. Sofia tasted her cum on his tongue. He gently nibbled her lower lip, eliciting a moan, before releasing it with a pop. His lips trailed down her jawline, nipping and sucking, causing her to writhe in anticipation.

His mouth found its way to her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys as it moved toward her bosom. He sucked one of her nipple into his mouth, gently tugging with his teeth.

“Uh… God…” Sofia moaned.

He applied more pressure, swirling his tongue around her sensitive nipple, while his hand firmly grasped her other breast, kneading and rolling nipple between his fingers. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer to her breast. He bit down her nipple forcefully, causing her to moan and arch in pleasure.

“Oh… God… Leonardo.”

His pleasurable actions continued, marking her nipple with a reddened hue. Then he shifted his attention to the other breast, intensifying her sensations. She had become wet and aching for him.

He licked his way down, never taking his eyes off her for a second. His mouth paused over her belly button.

“Oh… Ah…”

He blew lightly, teasing the soft skin before sucking on it. His wicked tongue swirled inside her navel, igniting a multitude of sensations and increasing her arousal.

Lost in pleasure, she writhed and thrashed on the bed. Then she felt his warm breath between her thighs once again. He blew his breath over her aching hole before thrusting his tongue inside.

The lower part of Sofia’s belly tightened and clenched hard, causing her to moan his name. Leonardo pressed his thumb against her, drawing circles, and she exploded in his mouth as her climax took her to heaven for a few seconds. She quickly regained consciousness when his hand moved up between her legs, running through her cleft, and continued its indecent path, shockingly slipping between her cheeks.

She jerked at his dirty touch. He placed his hand flat on her belly and said, “Relax, baby.”

Was he serious? How could she relax when he was touching her forbidden hole?Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He watched his wife intently and said, “Today, I am going to claim this virgin hole of yours. But before we proceed, I want to remind you that we have set some rules. If you don’t want me to continue, you can say your safe word, and I will stop. Tell me, love, what is your safe word?” He wanted assurance.

“Red,” she whispered. “Good girl,” he smiled, paused for a few seconds, and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I will never do anything that makes you uncomfortable or scared. I want you to feel relaxed and free from any restraints. Okay?” He finished stating his condition, leaving her speechless.

Although she knew her husband would never hurt her, she was still afraid to explore new territories. She pressed her lips together before voicing her fear. “What if it hurts more than anything, and I can’t bear it?”

He nodded in understanding and said, “It may hurt in the beginning, but only for a few seconds. After that, I will turn it into pleasure, and you will forget about the pain. Remember, you have your safe word to stop our activities at any time.”

While this was her punishment, he wasn’t forcing it upon her. He made it clear that she had control over the entire act with just one word. If she didn’t want to proceed, she could say the word, and he would stop. But did she have the courage to embark on this?

She swallowed hard before saying, “I am ready.”

“Yeah?” His voice was so low that it was barely audible. His hand ventured again, creeping closer to the new spot for them. He watched her carefully, looking more ready to retreat the moment a word came from her. But she pressed her lips together curiously. The fingers of his right hand drilled into her pussy, gathering up her arousal and slowly spreading it back to her crevice.

Her breath came out in stuttered gasps. His feather-light touch was unfamiliar, naughty, and corrupt. But she… kind of liked it.

His left hand abandoned her so he could palm his straining cock through his pants for a moment, and then he scooped up the item he had set on the nightstand when he came out of the bathroom.

It was a small clear bottle with a blue top. Fire blasted up her leg in anticipation.

The cap on the lube was flipped open. He tipped the bottle over, poured a small amount into his palm, closed the lid with a sharp click, and dropped the bottle onto the bed beside her. He moved, rubbing his hands together until his fingers glistened. All the while, the intense connection of their gaze never wavered.

The way he looked at her was consuming. He was powerful, sexual, and commanding. She licked her dry lips and drew in a deep breath to steady herself.

He didn’t waste any time. His fingertips started at the small of her back and inched down. His left palm cupped her ass cheek and peeled her open while the coated finger of his right hand slid down, spreading the lube around. The sensation was unexpected. In fact, it was stunning how it felt. He swirled over the taboo spot; each circle he drew was tighter than the last one until the tip of his index finger was there, pushing gently to gain entrance. That… did not feel as good, it just felt weird, and Sofia hesitated, tensing her shoulders.

Leonardo sighed before speaking, “Trust me, love. I am not going to do anything you don’t want me to, and I promise I will not hurt you.”

She believed him. Her shoulders relaxed, giving him a signal to try again. This time she remained still as his finger prodded, moving over her slippery skin until it was right there.

She fisted the sheet as he pressed against the ring of muscles and slowly passed through them.

She gasped at the sensation and clenched her jaw. It wasn’t exactly comfortable. He had said there would be pleasure, but she wasn’t feeling it yet. He had not gone far with the intrusion, but it was enough to stretch her and make her question if they should keep going.

“Try to relax, love,” he whispered. That was easy for him to say, but it only made her focus harder on what he was doing, and it was rapidly approaching unpleasant territory.

“Squeeze down on me,” he commanded. Her eyes went wide.

“As tight as you can go,” he said, “Then relax.” She swallowed a lump in her throat but tried to do as she was told. She clenched and released her muscles. He eased his finger deeper.

“There,” he sounded pleased, “That’s the feeling you want.” His left hand curled up against her ass cheeks and dipped towards her pussy, cupping and teasing her while his sinful finger gained more ground in her back hole.

“Oh my God!” she moaned, because it felt wrong but also so oddly good. The filthy, nasty way her husband touched her turned her on. His fingers playing with her clit made her vision blur. Shit, she tried to find the same sensation as before, pressing her back against his finger, but both his hands began to move faster as control slipped from her. He was in charge. He was playing with her, using her precisely how he wanted, pleasuring her with a finger inside her back hole and his hand cupping her pussy, working her over into a frenzy. She was practically humping the bed, rocking her hips back and forth to get the contact she desired. It was so incredibly erotic. She moaned as he pushed deeper, sliding a little further with each pass.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

Strange, good, and different. Words jumbled in her brain. She couldn’t speak as she squirmed under his control. She clawed at the sheets, gripping and releasing, struggling to find something else, but it was mindless. She was so close to orgasm. She needed it to come and was frantic to get there. But he slowed her down considerably when a second finger worked to join the first. It took her body time to grow used to it, and then she was right back on the edge.

“I am going to…” she warned him, moaning.

This time when he withdrew his fingers, she lifted her head and groaned her frustration loudly, more than a little annoyed. He had denied her so many times already. Was that on purpose? Was he trying to bring out the selfish side of her?

“Where are you going?” she demanded when she felt him shift. But he didn’t answer and left her on the bed squirming and craving him.