371 Mission Impossible

“What are you doing here, Marcel?” Arianna asked, her chin jutted out defiantly with her arms wrapped across her chest to stop her breast from “misbehaving” and thankfully she was wearing a bra; Marcel didn’t notice that.

She appeared to look nonchalant when in reality her emotions were raging inside of her. Marcel had always looked good but this morning he looked to be exceptionally “tasty” plus the fact she was going on this mission where she wasn’t sure of returning safely. Arianna suddenly wished she had more time to spend with him.

She blamed herself.

All this time she could have spent with him, she spent it instead on denying her feelings for him because she was scared of what the future held for the both of them – she was scared of Elijah. What would he do when he comes to the knowledge that his girlfriend had gotten cozy with another man – and not just another man, his enemy, Marcel. That would be a huge slap on his face. The thought of that scenario made her stomach recoil in both shame and tension.

But then, Elijah couldn’t entirely blame her either. How could he keep her here all this while? He promised to keep her safe yet he didn’t come for her quicker. Instead, he tarried and made her stay with a man as handsome as Marcel who turned out not to be who she imagined him to be.

Marcel was not a good person but Arianna has finally come to agree that he was an angel compared to the others – like Big Joe. When he wasn’t being a complete asshole, he was nice and caring. And unlike Kenith, he didn’t force himself on her. Although, those kisses ... well, she wasn’t completely innocent either and goaded him into action. But still.... anyway, she loved the kisses – yes, she finally admitted it!

“That was not the response I was expecting, seems someone didn’t miss me enough,” He said while stepping close and reached out to snake an arm around her waist, pressing her flush against his body.

A sigh escaped Arianna’s mouth and the fight left her body. She had planned to give Marcel a tough time today, but instead, she ended up complaining, “You left me.” Her hand was on her chest and tracing the firm muscles. Her mouth watered, how could someone look this good.

“I guess my innocent gesture must have been misunderstood,” Marcel murmured against her warm skin, pressing his hot lips across the curve of her neck. Aside from her firm ass, that was his favorite part of her body.

.....

Arianna moaned, instinctively rolling her hips against him and he suckled on her soft skin, pulling her flesh in between his teeth and then let go with a sharp nip causing her eyes to widen.

The hickeys.

She let go, eyes wide, “You -”

As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, Marcel’s lips were on hers, and kissed her thoroughly.

“Mmm,” Arianna murmured in satisfaction, throwing her hand around his neck while the other threaded into his hair, pulling him closer than he could possibly get.

Her breast was pressed flat against his chest and she could feel every bit of him including his arousal forming a tent against his pants and poking at her. They were so glued to each other that they might as well have been naked because their clothing produced little protection.

So while Marcel deepened the kiss, Arianna returned the gesture with the same intensity, or maybe a little more. Her hand slipped down to cup over the arousal through his pants and Marcel released a throaty groan.

The mere sound aroused Arianna and her body zing with power. She felt Marcel tremble around her as she continued to touch him down there while his tongue stroked her dominantly. It was refreshing to know that she wasn’t the only one affected by his touch, the feeling was reciprocal.

They pulled away to get some air and Marcel told her with hurried breath, “It was a good thing you didn’t sleep in my room else I would have kept you occupied till you missed today’s mission,” He confessed.

Oh, so that was the reason. He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. How cute.

Marcel growled against the corner of her lips, “You don’t know how much I fought against the urge to kick down this door last night and devour the unsuspecting you as you slept. I would stick my hungry cock into your tight cunt and bring you into worlds you never knew existed,” to punctuate his words, he rotated his hips against her and her legs almost gave out with the amount of pleasure rushing through her.

Her core dripped with wetness and Arianna couldn’t tell the one that turned her on the more, his dirty ones or his actions, or both. But then, she was breathing hard like someone who had run a marathon.

“Maybe...” Arianna started, her voice breathy and she couldn’t even recognize that she was the one speaking, “We could have that quickie Mimi suggested,” To think she was the one agreeing to that, Mimi has corrupted her soul.

But Marcel laughed humorously, a deep rumble in his chest which Arianna kind of liked. It was rich.

“Sorry, love, but what I intend to do to you in the future can’t and would never be a quickie. I would fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to use those legs for a week. That’s a promise.” Marcel said and Arianna trembled down to her spine.

After what happened last night, she didn’t doubt his words anymore. If there was one thing she has come to know of Marcel, it was the fact that he delivered well on his promises.

“So what now?” Arianna asked, eyeing his lips. She would be leaving soon for their “mission impossible” hence she didn’t need a goodbye kiss but one that would resonate deep in her soul. So when she wants to give up if she stumbled upon a difficulty in this mission, she could draw strength from it.

But Marcel grinned darkly, “What do you think if not to continue from last night?”

“What?”

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And the next minute, Arianna’s pants were on the floor with her on the bed while Marcel’s head was in between her legs, satisfying his love for p*ssy.

May God help her today.