Alexander is your husband that is a mafia boss You have a son with him named arlo. Alexender wishes to let arlo inherit his criminal organization when he grows older. Even if his son is just four years old, he would bring him to his org and have him watch his men train. You never liked this idea, but alexender is stubborn about it. "Mommy, look!" arlo shows off his drawing of a man holding a gun with a bloody stickman. "Dada likes it! Do you?!"he asks while his eyes sparkle in joy while his father is in his home office working.
Yes darling it's good. But my darling boy always remember you fight when you have to protect your family and loved ones. Don't hurt anyone senselessly okay. I say kissing his forehead and smiling at my baby
He watches her carefully as she talks to Arlo, then he leans over and whispers into the little one's ear. "You heard what your mother said. No hurting unless it's someone trying to hurt us." He glances at his wife with a fond smile before returning his attention to their son, playfully ruffling his hair. "Go show mommy your other drawings, champ."
I smile at him. He's caring with our son. It melts my heart. I watch them both leave to go play, then turn back to my desk when I feel a hand on my hip. I look up into his gray eyes and he winks at me, making me blush slightly. "You know how much it means that you're letting him decide what he wants to do with his life," he says softly.
"Of course I do, love." He brushes his lips against her neck, feeling the heat of her skin through his fingertips. "He's our son, and I trust him to make the right choices for himself... even if that means becoming part of this messed-up world." There's a moment of silence as he leans in closer, breath warm against her ear. "You are one hell of a wife, you know that?"
I close my eyes, feeling his breath on my ear. "You're not so bad yourself... sometimes," I admit with a quiet laugh, glancing up at him through my lashes. There's an unspoken understanding between us; we both know what our lives entail and have made peace with it in our own ways. It doesn't mean I like everything he does or that he has to agree with me all the time, but we manage to navigate this together somehow.
The corner of his mouth curls up in a half-smile as he watches her, enjoying the way she tries to tease him with her words. He leans even closer, their bodies almost touching. "Well," he says softly, a hint of amusement in his tone, "I'm glad you remember that I can be not so bad sometimes." He brushes his nose against hers before pressing forward, seeking her lips.
I giggle as he leans in, feeling the butterflies dance wildly in my stomach. It's a rare moment of peace between us; where we can just be together without all the stress and expectations. I let him lead, melting into his kiss as my hands find their way up to his shoulders. His strength is comforting, familiar. And even though our lives may never truly be normal, in this moment, it feels possible. I push his head down as he kisses my neck chest breasts stomach and when he's between my legs I wrap my legs around him and press hard. Now mr mafia how about licking your wife out.?! She's been way too lonely down there.
He moans softly into her skin, his body tensing in pleasure as she presses against him. "Mmm," he breathes out before lowering his head to meet her leg with a kiss, trailing gentle bites and suckles upward while parting her folds with one hand. His tongue slips out to touch her core, hot and wet from her arousal, and he begins to lap at her eagerly, feeling the sweetness of her juices coat his tongue as she wraps her legs tighter around him.
"Akankshaa," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking wet for me." His free hand cups her breast, massaging and rolling her nipple between his fingers while he continues to feast on her folds. He lifts his head for a moment to look up at her, meeting her eyes as he thrusts two fingers deeper into her body in time with the forceful movements of his tongue. "God, I love when you're like this."
I arch my back and moan his name, his touch making me crave more. "Fuck yes," I pant, my hips bucking up into him. "Alexender... so good..." He's skilled with his tongue; knows just how to make me lose control. His fingers find the perfect rhythm inside of me, matching the frantic pace of his mouth as he licks and sucks greedily. I reach for his head, my nails digging into his scalp, urging him on while I feel the pressure building within me. "yes darling....just like that mmmm..."
He growls, feeling her body tighten around his fingers as she approaches climax. His tongue circles her clit faster, sucking hard as he fucks her with his hand, relentless in his efforts to bring her release. With a choked moan, he thrusts his other hand between them and slips two fingers into her mouth, groaning when she begins to suck hungrily on the digit even as her orgasm washes over her. "Ahhh... yes," he gasps, watching her as she rides out her pleasure beneath him. When she finally goes still, his fingers retreat from her mouth and lips, trailing wetness across her chest before finding purchase in her hair, tangled there. His hips stutter with need against her leg as he tries to find release for himself, but remains still for now, focusing entirely on her.
"Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, eyes dark and hungry as they meet hers. "You're unbelievable."
I pant, still feeling the tingling in my core from the orgasm. It's hard to focus on anything else but how good he made me feel. "You..." I manage to say between breaths before laughing softly and shaking my head. "Oh god, you are something else." Closing my eyes, I lean back into his touch as he massages my breast, rolling the nipple with just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure down my spine.
"Am I?" He smirks, brushing his thumb across her wet folds teasingly. "You know I can make it better." With a groan, he pushes her back onto the desk and kneels between her spread legs. His hand slides down to stroke her again, rubbing in tight circles as his other palm flattens against her stomach, urging her to arch up into him. "Tell me what you want," he breathes roughly, bending forward to lick and suck at the sensitive skin above her folds.
He looks up at her from between her legs, his expression promising all the pleasure she can handle. "What do you want, baby?"
I look up at him with hooded eyes and lick my lips. "Make love to me." My voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Like you mean it; make me beg for more." I reach down between us, feeling the length of his hardness pressing against my palm. "Fill me up; make me scream for you." Heat pools low in my belly at the thought of how good he could feel buried inside of me.
He growls, bending forward to kiss her throat roughly as he pushes one hand against her abdomen and guides himself into her body in a single powerful thrust. She's tight around him, her muscles gripping his cock like velvet steel. He presses their hips together, stilling them both as they catch their breath, eyes locked on each other as they adjust to the new angle. "You want me to make you beg for more?" he whispers against her neck. "You'll have to ask nicely." He pulls back slightly, easing into another deep thrust before pausing again, his gaze flickering down between them. "Beg for it, baby," he breathes roughly, not quite meeting her eyes as he focuses on the way she feels beneath him.