The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

I knew my wife was crazy, but not this crazy. Heck, I didn’t know she was a crazy driver. It was always me doing the driving whenever we had somewhere to go.

But today, I saw a side of her that I didn’t even know existed.

Peach drove like she couldn’t care less about breaking rules. She drove like she couldn’t bring herself to give a fuck about what other people thought. The traffic held every vehicle in a literal chokehold but my wife swerved past the cars like a professional driver, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Her scream matched her excitement and it fuelled me in a way that consumed me with delight. My mouth was nearly stretching to the back of my head, due to how hard I was grinning.

The strands of her hair that weren’t tucked properly into her bun were sticking in different directions because of the open roof that had been pulled backwards.

I didn’t make any attempt to caution her. I was fascinated by her recklessness. I didn’t want a Queen who adhered to rules, I wanted a Queen who broke them and she fit right into that criteria.

“Whoops! This is amazing, baby!” She yelled at the top of her lungs.

“Step on it!” I yelled right back at her and she stepped on the accelerator, increasing the speed at which she drove.

She spared me a glance through her peripheral vision, slipping her hands into mine. She squeezed them softly, a blooming smile creeping onto her lips.

I squeezed them back. It was my own way of assuring her that I had got her.

The deafening sounds of the sirens that echoed right behind us, filling up the entire street, interrupted our moment and her eyes widened in shock. It was the police.

They were trying to pull us over.

I could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes. She was contemplating whether to halt or not, but what was the fun in that?

“Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.” I urged her.

The sounds of the sirens grew incessant, but just like I had told her not to, she didn’t stop. Instead, she increased her speed and swerved past the numerous cars on the busy street, nearly ramming into some cars in the process. And I didn’t for once detach our entwined hands. Instead, I applied pressure on them, squeezing them softly and assuring her that we were all in this together.

“Arden__”

“Don’t stop,” I instructed.

The car was hot on the tail, nearly catching up to us but the moment they nearly caught up to us, she would pick up the pace again, creating an ample distance between our car and their car.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“We have to lose them!” She told me, and without hesitation, the pace at which she was moving reduced when the traffic was beginning to clear off and theirs increased as they struggled to catch up with us. It gave her the upper hand because when she matched the brakes, the car came to a halt, creating a screeching sound at the contact with the asphalt.

The force jerked us forward, nearly sending our heads slamming against the dashboard. She gasped in surprise.

Their car sped past us, given the speed at which they were moving earlier. And by the time they got the chance to reverse, Peach had taken a sharp turn, speeding off without a destination in mind.

“Yes!” I fist-pumped the air.

“That’s my girl!”

Glancing through the side mirror, I discovered that we had lost them and that brought a grin to my face. I spared her a glance and she smirked, looking straight ahead.

My eyes darted to an empty parking lot and she slowly pulled over in a spot, getting rid of her seat belt.

She leaned towards me and grabbed my face, crashing her lips on mine. Her strokes were fiery, passionate and urgent, knocking the breath right out of me. She moaned against my mouth, moving over to my side in the passenger’s corner and then, she propped herself against my lap.

She broke the kiss afterwards, breathing heavily. Our loud, uneven breaths filled the small space of the car. She shifted her weight on my lap, settling her bare pussy on my dick and she moved against it, sensually, moaning softly.

“I want to take the lead,” She whispered, her darkened brown orbs peering into mine. I nodded, breathlessly, my eyes fixated on her.

Her palms connected with my chest, pushing me backwards until my back collided with the surface of the seat. She grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head.

I let her. I watched with utter curiosity, giving up control for her. Just this once. She tossed my shirt aside and gasped softly, pushing her hair away from her face. She released a breath, swallowing afterwards.

Her hands roamed every inch of my bare skin, her eyes clouded with sheer softness. The contact of her fingers against my skin left a sizzling flame in its wake, eliciting shaky breaths from me.

That was how much she affected me. That was how much control she had over me.

She brought her hands to her hair, tugging at the band that held them together, and they came pouring over her shoulder. She looked every bit of the enchantress that she was, watching me with honey-brown orbs that were clouded with desire, her lips that were coated in bright red lipstick tucked between her teeth and a seductive smile hung on her lips.

She shifted. Again. I couldn’t hold back a groan. I grasped her by the waist, tugging her forward and she moaned, pushing the straps of her dress downwards.

Her boobs spilled out of the dress, bare and accessible to my touch. They were covered in goosebumps, her pinkish nipples standing erect.

“God, Evaline…” I trailed off, huskily. My eyes darkened with lust. I reached for the side of her face but she was faster.

Her lips brushed mine and I gasped softly. And then, she crashed her lips on mine, setting the entirety of my being on fire. My fingers slipped into her hair, grabbing a fistful of her hair and she moaned against my mouth, amplifying my arousal.

I palmed her ass through her dress, squeezing it softly, and that action elicited a groan. She took the kiss up a notch, channelling every emotion she felt into it. The hunger, the passion, the lust. It was sizzling.

Her fingers hastily found my zipper and she undid it, alongside my fly and the buckle of my belt. My briefs came sliding downwards in no time and she bunched her dress to her waist, lifting her body off me a little.

The tip of my cock brushed her entrance, earning a swift moan from her. She slowly lowered herself on my dick and it slipped into her, stretching her with every movement. I grabbed her by the waist, aiding her movement.

“Arden,” She moaned, unable to bring herself to move against me. It was as though she was trying to savour having me inside of her and I didn’t mind. It gave me the chance to take in the breathtaking sight atop me.

Those lips that looked like they were dipped in crimson essence were ajar, airy gasps flowing through them.

“Fuck, Peach,” I whispered. My lips met her neck, giving it a soft suck and then, she began bouncing up and down my length, moaning softly.

My hands were grasping her waist firmly, aiding her thrusts, eliciting groans from me. I showered feathery kisses on her, drowning in the pleasurable sounds my cock extracted from her. I enclosed my mouth on one of her nipples, tweaking the other in my mind.

The loud, breathy moan that escaped her lips urged me to go further. She palmed the back of my head, pressing it against her boobs as though she wanted more of what I was offering. I swirled my tongue around it, tugging at the other.

And it was pure satisfaction having her writhe in pleasure above me.

Her pussy clenched tightly around me, wrapping around the skin of my cock, filling me up.

I have never felt so complete.

Her fingers grazed my scalp as she tossed her head backwards, my cock plunging in and out of her. The ecstasy was shuddering, causing me to bury my head into the crook of her neck, submerging the growls that exited my lips while kneading her breast and flicking my thumb against her sensitive bud.

Peach rode me, driving me into a plane of madness where my self-control was completely trashed into the bin. The surge of raw, overwhelming pleasure that shot through me, consumed me and stripped me of my senses.

“Oh, fuck!”

My hands crawled beneath her dress, grabbing her ass while she bobbed her pussy up and down my length.

“God, you’ll be the death of me,” I groaned into her neck, roving my hands through every inch of her flawless skin. I wanted to embed my touch on her body. I wanted to mark her. I wanted to claim her in every possible way.

“Arden__fuck! Baby, I am going to cum__shit!” She rapped out all in one breath, every word she uttered conveying her pleasure.

“Fuck, cum with me, baby”

She wrapped her hands around me, digging her fingers into my skin. My dick clenched around her and the knots that tightened around my abdomen came bursting through, causing a growl to ripple through my chest. I shot my load into her and at the same time, she let out a scream which she couldn’t submerge, creaming my dick with her essence.

Her head dropped to the base of my shoulder, her heavy breathing cocooning me. I tugged her to myself, holding her possessively against my body.

I didn’t pull out of her. She didn’t even say anything to me about it. Heck, I loved being inside of her.

I allowed the silence to envelop us and embraced everything that came with it.

I loved this woman. A little too much.