THE MAFIA’S HEIR

BIANCA’S POV

I know you’d be wondering why I asked if I could drink. Well, like I said, I had made peace with the fact that Manuel could never be mine, especially after he had promised to set up a date between myself and his cousin; Francisco. The best I could do was just love him from afar. Atleast, I was glad that I had the opportunity to go on these walks with him every night. I always returned to my room with a wide smile. It only made me realize that I was indeed in love with a man that was way above my league. The fact that spending time with him during our silent walks every night was enough to make my day, only proved that I actually had genuine feelings for him. So kissing him now wasn’t such a good idea. It would only make me end up wanting him more. Something that would never happen. And did I have to add that he’d be my first kiss if I let him?! On a normal day, I would have been thrilled that my first kiss was a man I liked. But now, I realized the heartbreak would be a lot more worse if he kissed me, only to act like he didn’t know me the moment we left this island.

It just happened to be my luck that I wasn’t allowed to take a shot of the drink. But then, not in my wildest imagination had I imagined that he was going to kiss me with such passion and greed. It felt like he was looking to provoke some sort of feeling within me. I wasn’t really sure if that was his intent, but all I knew was the fact that I wanted more. Just like I had forethought.

Deciding to use Ivan as a distraction for the rest of the night, I tried to welcome his touches and flirtations, even though all it made me feel was disgusted. Just when we were all retiring for the night and I couldn’t take Ivan’s breathe on my skin anymore, Manuel came to my aid. He may not have realized that he did though. I found it suprising that he truly wanted to go for a walk, regardless of what the howling wind signified. Nonetheless, I followed his lead and just when the rain would have made a huge mess of us, he led me to a very warm and cozy hut. I felt my heart beat rapidly, realizing I was in such an enclosed space with Manuel for only God knows how long. In as much as he had told me not to feel awkward about the kiss, I still did. I just did a good job at concealing it. To me, a whole lot had happened this night. How could I even begin to comprehend the fact that I kissed Manuel Russo?! The Manuel Russo.

He had lit up the hut with a candle, which made it feel a lot more warm, my body slightly shivering from the rain that had soaked my thin shirt. As I tried to flip some water out of my hair, I noticed Manuel slowly make his way behind me, and that was when I realized there was a bench there. He had sat down and didn’t fail to signal me to come join him. I would have honestly preferred standing where I had been, but for how long? I didn’t have an idea when this rain was finally going to subside, so I reluctantly joined him there.

He hadn’t tried to start up a conversation with me, which I profoundly appreciated. I just sat there staring at the empty hut even if I so badly wanted to look at his handsome face. I kept staring into space until I started feeling drowsy. Slowly, my eyes began to droop until they finally went shut. Due to the fact that I hadn’t gone far into my sleep yet, my eyes flung open when I felt the hand on my thighs. I looked at the man who caressed my skin like it was some sort of gem. Atleast, his face held such admiration. He hadn’t noticed I was awake and staring at him, so I had to inform him.

“Manuel?” What the fuck was that? That wasn’t how I had expected to sound? I had expected to sound firm, and not like some 6 year old kid. What made my breathing become more erratic was the fact he had clearly heard me, but drew closer to me and buried his face into the crook of my neck. His hot breathe against my neck and face only made hot sweat break on my forehead. “Manuel.” I tried calling him again but this time, he turned my face to himself before his lips came crashing onto mine.

Hot. That was how my entire body felt. Christ! I could feel a certain thrill spread from my chest, down to the pit of my stomach, before making it’s way to my very core, coming out in the form of a hot wetness. I could feel the wetness pooling in between my thighs, provoking feelings in me that made me squeeze the hem of his shirt. This was slowly spiraling out of control. With the little strength and courage I could muster, I pulled away.

“I thought it was just a game?” I whispered. The question I had asked, and what I really wanted were in huge contrast to themselves. Alll I actually wanted was for him to kiss me again.

“I feel like playing another game.” Came his reply, before connecting our lips together once more. I could feel my neck become hotter as the kiss intensified. The next minute, he was hoisting me onto his thighs as I held onto his broad shoulders tightly. Now I was straddling him. He trailed his lips away from my lips and began leaving wet kisses on the sensitive spots along my neck. I could feel his tongue and lips working in uniformity as he sucked the hollow space between my neck and shoulder. The feeling he evoked in me made me want to to shout, but I just didn’t know how to. The only thing I could do was sigh in silent appreciation of the pleasure his lips and tongue gave me. Slowly, his hands made their way to my butt, softly squeezing them as he hummed in approval. At that moment, the only thing I found myself doing was trying to brush my private part against the fat bulge in his trousers. The movement may have erupted some sweet sensations within him because the next second, he was grabbing my butt and bringing me closer to his bulge. I had not even realized that my dress shirt had hiked up to my belly, if not for the feel of his warm hand on my butt cheeks.

Soon, we were aggressively moving against each other as the sensation kept growing within me. As I moved against him, he did the same as well, tightly holding my waist so I didn’t fall off from the excitement I felt within. At some point I wondered if he was feeling the way I was feeling, and opened my eyes to look at his face. If only I had known I would be met with such a raw and primal look of hunger on his face, I would have kept my eyes closed. Silently challenging me to keep my eyes glued to his, I did so, watching him release muffled grunts from the back of throat, as I released helpless sighs of mine.

The next thing I knew, one of his hand left my waist and reached for my breasts instead. He squeezed my boobs through the bra I had been wearing, but that didn’t seem to satisfy him. The next thing he did was to undo the fisrt few buttons on my dress shirt, I put his hand inside my bra. The feel on his bare hands on my breasts only made my need for him intensify. I continued grinding wantonly against him as he brought out both my breasts and began sucking on the right one ardently, while using his fingers to play with my left nipple. His warm mouth sucking on my breast only made me jerk in a mix of pleasure and excitement. I pushed my chest closer to his face, suffocating him if possible. What drove me to the edge was his undivided attention to different parts of my body at the same time. He hadn’t relented in the energy at which he grinded against my pussy, while still paying attention to my breasts. He finally let go of my right nipple with a pop, before focusing on the other. I could swear his administrations brought tears to my eyes, but little did I know it was just the tip of the iceberg.

After a while, he stood with my legs wrapped around his waist as we kissed. He knelt on the floor of the hut. It wasn’t a neat ground, but neither of us cared at that moment. All we wanted was to get to the very end of what we had begun. He gently dropped me on the floor, before standing up to take off his shirt and unzip his trousers. In the blink of an eye, he was just in his boxers while I was still in my dress shirt, with my breasts out. He knelt down again and captured my lips in another searing kiss. While we kissed, his hands worked on my shirt and bra, and in no time, all I had on was just my thin panties. He pulled away from my lips and moved towards the valley in between my breasts, leaving wet kisses there. A lot of thoughts were running through my head at that point in time, and for a moment, I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I guess those conflicting thoughts flew right out the window the moment I felt his hand in between my open thighs.

God! I could feel a more wetness pool down there, making me want anything at all to touch me there. The next second, his fingers pushed my panties to the side, before parting my pussy lips open and began playing with my clitoris. The sensation caused me to groan loudly, my back arching in pleasure. It was at that moment that I realized there was no turning back for me. He kept playing with my clit until I finally found myself getting to a certain peak. I almost cried when he suddenly removed his hand, making me groan in frustration. He released an evil chuckle before hooking his hands around my panties, and tearing it shreds.

“Hah!” I relased a gasp that was muffled by his lips. I felt him settling in between my thighs, making me wonder when he had taken off his boxers. He was truly a devil. Now, it was his naked body against my naked body, and I appreciated the heat that emanated from his body on such a cold night.

“Spread your legs honey.” He instructed. Like a dazed creature, I parted my legs much wider for him to be comfortably settled in between them. I could feel this tip of his hard cock against the lips of my wet pussy, as he teased me continuously. He bent to kiss me again, our tongues playing with each other. I had been focused on the kiss, but it wasn’t enough for me to not notice his cock slowly making it’s way into my pussy. I could feel my heartbeat increase erratically as I thought about the pain I was going to feel soon. But then, the countless pleasure he had made me feel before now, was enough promise of what was to come after the pain. With one intentional thrust, I felt him breaking through the barricades of my wall and taking my virginity.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

My fingers dug into his back and tears stung my eyes as a result of the pain his actions had caused me. My face leaned into his neck, the tears slowly falling out of my eyes. He had stilled his movements for a while and within that time, the pain slowly began to dull, though not completely. I moved beneath him, feeling a certain kind of primal pleasure course through the walls of my pussy, down to my legs. I tried moving underneath him again, when he suddenly spoke up. That was when I realized why he had gone still.

“You are…..” He wasn’t able to complete his statement, his voice breaking halfway. “It’s a lie?” That was clearly meant to be a question, but it came out as a statement. I pulled my face out of the crook of his neck, and rested my back to the floor. That way he could see my face. I guess the residual tears in my eyes were all the evidence he needed. Before he could say any other thing, I moved underneath him, that familiar but new feeling coursing through my body once more.

“Please.” I whispered, badly wanting to get to the core of this pleasure his hard member was able to make me feel. “Please.” I begged again, wrapping my arms around his neck and trying to move against him. Slowly, he began moving inside me, making me feel that inexplicable pleasure again. A smile made it way to my lips as I tried my best to get him closer to me. But sadly, it was the closest he could be. Initially he felt reluctant, but as the seconds passed, his strokes got deeper and faster, making me open my lips to release those sighs. But these time, instead of hearing sighs, I heard moans. Loud pleasure filled moans. Those moans came from me.

“Fuck!” He muttered into my neck as he drove faster into me, his grunts becoming louder.

“Ma.. Manuel.” That was really the only word I could bring myself to say. He connected his lips with mine again, but was more intentional with his thrusts. I could feel his teeth on my neck as he bit lightly into my skin there, his thrusts not faltering for a moment. The sounds of his thighs against my inner thighs only made me more excited. Eventually, I started feeling myself begin to race towards a certain height. I didn’t know how high it was, but all I knew was that I had to get to the peak.

“Ohhhh…. Bianca.” He growled into my ears as I held onto him for dear life, because it felt like I was apart falling apart.

“Arrgghhh!!” I moaned into his neck as his assaults against my pussy intensified, slowly bringing me to the edge. Finally climbing up there in the clouds and basking in the heavenly feeling, I fell gracefully, clenching my walls around his length. My release came with a loud moan, as I collapsed onto the floor. He thrust in a couple more times, before releasing a groan and emptying his hot semen into me. Feeling extremely exhausted, I breathed heavily, closing my eyes as a smile appeared on my lips. That was magical. More magical than Mila had described. It was pure bliss. I could feel Manuel’s hand hovering over my arms. Was he contemplating whether or not to hold me?

“Please hold me.” I whispered, and he carefully gathered me into his arms, our sweaty bodies sticking against each other. We stayed that way in silence, my heart swelling with a lot of emotions for the man.

“Was I….?” He suddenly asked, trailing off before completing his question. Either ways, I knew what he was aking.

“Yes.” I responded. “You were my first, Manuel.” I whispered. “My first everything. You took everything from me today.” He hadn’t said anything in reply, but I chose no to let it bother me. Regardless of how he may be feeling after the deed was done, I wouldn’t deny the fact that he had probably satisfied me in a way that no other man could. I just hoped he hadn’t completely ruined me for other men. Slowly, my eyes began to droop, until it finally shut close in slumber.

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The tiny sounds of insects, and the mild brightness that shone across my face was a clear evidence that morning had come. I opened my eyes to find myself on the floor, covered in a small duvet. Weird. That hadn’t been here last night. Quickly pushing the duvet off my body, I looked behind to see if Manuel was still there. To my greatest disappointment, he wasn’t. I stood up from the floor and looked around the small hut, but didn’t see him. All I had seen were my clothes on the bench. His, were gone. Finally understanding what had just happened to me, I walked to the bench and sat on it, looking at my naked and dirty body in shame and self pity. What had I been expecting after sleeping with the devil yesterday? To be cuddled up until morning, afterwhich he’d declare his undying love for me? I sat still, raising my knees to my chin and covering my breasts with them. Hot fat tears rolled down my cheek as I realized that the devil had actually left me in hell.