Moth to Flame [Michael Corleone x Reader Series, 18+ Smut] Chapter 24 - Aphrodisiac.
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Your sexual attraction and arousal to Michael has always known no end as the two of you have shared a mutual, passionate love filled with desire throughout your marriage. From sensual love making to fiery sloppy sex, you explore the intricacies of the intimate side of your marriage with Michael over the years. Having memorized each other's bodies, eager to please and still wanting more, you've always found yourself ensnared in the eroticism that is Michael Corleone.
[WARNINGS]: Heavy, detailed smut/sex, masturbation, squirting, strip tease, one-time daddy kink.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: Chapter 24 is finally here!! It took a little longer than usual considering the plot and the detail needed throughout đ and life of course gets busy, but here it is!! Very much anticipated, an "inbetween chapter" focused solely on smut and the sex lives the reader has had with Michael throughout their entire relationship. Very, very explicit and smutty. đłđ€ It's pretty hard to find any gifs/pics that go with this chapter, but they're close enough to help at least imagine the scenario, so ignore Apollonia in that second one lmao đ€Ł but take Michael's looks in that scene into consideration. đ
[SUGGESTIONS:] Anons for requesting: Car sex / Smut from Michael's perspective x2 @ronniekayy / Shower sex / Michael watching you touching yourself / Wearing nothing but one of Michael's shirts / Being clingy with Michael / Strip tease in lingerie to Michael / Sex on the floor / Sex in front of the mirror. / Reverse cowgirl x2 / Michael calling the reader "darling" more / Michael calling the reader "kitten" again / Accidentally calling Michael "daddy" during sex / Having the best orgasm ever with Michael easing the reader through it đł
1949. Your name is Victoria Ferrari, and youâre the only daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families in New Yorkâthe Ferrariâs. When the Ferrari family began to gain heavy influence and power, it struck a power imbalance with the Corleoneâs. To bind the families together as one in an offering of peace, friendship and business, you are to be married to their youngest son, Michael Corleone. As you ensnare yourself in the life of a mob wife by Michaelâs side, what you donât know is his old ties with Kay Adams, your best friend from Dartmouth, and that he returned from Sicily a widower. A ruthless mob boss to be, you unravel Michaelâs dark past and the brutality that has changed his personality. You find yourself adapting to your new life, betrayed by those you love most, and in high profile to Ferrari and Corleone family enemies. Falling deeply in love with Michael, you enter a life and marriage filled with secrets and darkness. Bearing his children, supporting his crime empire and following him into the shadows, youâre unable to deny your passion and desire to the new Don. When it comes to Michael Corleone, you are but a moth to a flame.
7:04 AM meant wrinkled satin bedsheets, arched pillows, tousled hair, and the scent of tobacco-vanilla cologne into the fleece blanket that hangs loosely off Michaelâs waistline. Michael lounges in bed, sprawled out naked underneath the blankets as he leans his back against a propped-up pillow. He rests one elbow upon the bed while smoking his Camel filter-free cigarette in the other.
Michaelâs dark hair is ruffled and fluffy, hanging over his forehead with his stubble grown in. His day off from all business matters leaves room for such relaxation and appearancesâcompletely comfortable with it only in your presence.
Michael slips his cigarette back loosely in the center of his lips, taking a drag as his eyes glance to the bathroom door. The only sound he hears is that of the showerâs running water cutting off as you step out, exhaling deeply as warm steam surrounds you as you push aside the shower curtains.
Grabbing your towel off the counter and wrapping it over your body, you flip your hair down and twist a towel through it, wiping off the excess moisture from your face. Getting into your bath slippers, you push open the door back to the bedroom only to immediately feel a rush of warmth from the blush hitting your cheeks at the sight of Michael.
Michael blows out smoke from his cigarette around him, his eyes finding yours as you stand across from him by the doorway, giving him a shy smile. A relaxed Michael indulged in comfort is a rare sight you can very much count on your fingers, which he otherwise notes to himself as âlazinessâ and âunacceptable.â
âGood morning, darling,â His sleep-laced voice croaks out to you as he takes his cigarette out of his lips.
âMorning, mio amore.â You blush back, feeling the urge to run your fingers through his silky, fluffy hair as you step down and make your way over to his side of the bed.
You pout back at Michael, glancing at his cigarette, âwhat did I say about these in the morning?â
âJust one, darling.â He murmurs back to you as you lean down, pecking a kiss on his lips.
âJust one.â You repeat back with a smile, unable to keep yourself annoyed or mad at him in any way. âAre you drinking enough water?â You make your way over to your vanity table, leaning your head down as you ruffle through your soaked hair.
âMhmmâŠâ Michael yawns, covering his mouth and looking over at his half-empty glass of water over his end table, knowing youâre mentioning it for his diabetes. âYouâre taking care of me.â
âAlways, baby.â You squeeze out the tips of your hair into your towel, raising your head back up. âAre you going to wash up before breakfast?â
âAbsolutely.â Michael clears his throat, taking a short drag. âI wouldnât even let the twins see me like this.â He gestures up to his stubble and hair.
âBecause the twins are important business partners that need to see you in a silk three-piece suit, right?â You joke back, setting your hair towel aside.
âExactly that.â Michael runs a hand over his stubble.
Michael purses his lips open as if to say something, his attention immediately diverting to your body, admiring the way water droplets drip down your breasts and how the sun gleams over your skin through the chiffon curtains.
Noticing his eyes upon you and flustered with blush, you slowly trail the towel over your thighs and lower back, drying yourself off as Michael has a perfect view of all that you have to offer. Michael holds his cigarette up between his fingers, fixated on you as his chestnut eyes dart up and down your body.
While seeing Michael indulging in comfort seems to be a once-in-a-lifetime experience to note, his expression and the look in his eyes at the sight of you naked is one youâve come to see almost daily for the past five years.
The butterflies you felt pulling in your gut the very first time he undressed you on your wedding night returned every single time, stronger in how they mixed with your emotions and caused your heart to race.
Michaelâs look upon you was filled with desire, possessive at the very least. He gazed upon you with a dominance that assured him you were all his to adore, his to touch, and his to be with. Those very dark eyes of his undressed you with each look and spoke more than words could ever say.
In business, with strangers, long-time friends, or rivals, his eyes remained dead and emotionless. He was soulless in a sense to others, both intentionally and unintentionally. He was unreadableânone could figure out how he felt or what he was thinking. His body language was locked in a monotone state that intimidated overall, showing the presence and control of the Don.
Those dark, Sicilian eyes only ever softened with you and the twins, revealing an emotionally vulnerable side of him he swore to guard and never let down since Apolloniaâs death. Those same eyes were constantly over all of you that admired you as his wife, confidant, best friend, and lover. What Michael never admitted or said, his eyes would for him.
Completely dried off with your towel-dried hair hanging down your shoulders, you begin to fold up the towels, shyly glancing up at him as you notice the growing lust in his gaze.
The sexiness with Michaelâs âlazyâ state is something else entirely. Complete eye candy for you and only being reserved for you made it almost exciting in a way to see. Michael, in a way, was revealing how comfortable he was with you, never having done so back in New York.
He would always be the first one awake, and by the time you were properly awake, heâd already have picked out a suit for the day with his hair gelled back to slick, neat perfection. You only remember one occasion where you shaved his stubble for him; the only explanation for his withdrawn shyness at the time being he didnât want you to think poorly of him.
Michael was used to impressions in every and anything. Connie had told you he had even attended her wedding to Carlo in his army uniform. He was in a three-piece suit when the twins were born, and you never saw a single stain or fleck of dust upon any of his clothes.
Still, just as much as the sight of business-mode Don Corleone turned you on to no avail, so did bedroom Michael Corleone. Only you were able to run your hands through his soft, never greasy locks of hair, kiss him upon the tip of his Roman nose first thing in the morning, and press your bare chest up against his.
Simple pleasures and soft moments, they were, but ones that never failed to remind you just how in love you were with Michael Corleone and how such love had never waned over five years, only continuing to radiate in how it grew and surprised you so.
âCome hereâŠâ Michael beckons with his hand, straightening his back by pushing up from both his elbows.
âA girl canât dress in peace anymore?â A playful grin spreads over your lips as you cover your front with the towel, coming back to him.
Michael tugs the towel off of you, throwing it aside as he grasps both of your wrists. âI said come hereâŠâ With a pull towards him, Michael snakes an arm around your waist and takes you back into bed as you roll over him.
You gasp out in surprise, giggling as he immediately moves over, hovering over top of you and pinning your arms down to the bed. âMichael!â
âDonât make me repeat myself again, Mrs. Corleone.â Michaelâs voice remains husky and low.
âMy apologies, Don Corleone.â You purr back out, taking the opportunity to run your hands throughout his messy hair. âIt wonât happen again.â
âGood girl.â The fleece blanket barely covering Michaelâs manhood slips off as he presses his body up against yoursâhot skin on skinâas you whimper out softly, almost embarrassed at how quickly youâve gotten aroused in the morning.
You shiver at the touch of his warm leaving a soft trail of kisses upon the outline of your jawline. The touch of his erect cock against your entrance easily triggers your arousal as you feel your wetness begin to grow between your thighs.
Michael trails his hands from your collarbones down to your hips, massaging with gentle pressure as he goes down to feel every inch of you lovingly. The lust in Michaelâs eyes is undeniable as he presses his lips up to your skinâhis kissing gradually growing sloppy over your neck.
You bite down on your lip to stifle out your moans, already feeling your body throbbing for him. Michaelâs touch is addictive and almost electric in the way it sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins.
Coupled with your severe attraction towards Michael, you know heâs got you wrapped around his finger without even trying. You easily submit to him, almost wanting to beg out for him to never stop touching you.
âThereâs still an hour before we have to be down.â Michael breathes out, pulling the blankets over the two of you. âSo who says I canât have you all to myself until then?â
âYouâre going to tease me before breakfast?â You bite your lip as Michaelâs tongue kisses over your stomach.
He breathes hotly over your pussy as, in reaction, you spread your legs eagerly. âI have something better in mind.â
You could care less about the time or making it down for breakfast; all you want to do is get lost in his embrace, drown in his kisses, ache in his touch and make love to your husbandâMichael Corleone.
~
[ June 1954 ]
The windows of your Alfa Romeo are rolled down, letting in the soft summer breeze flow through your hairâa break from the gleaming sun as you and Michael make rounds amongst the Lake Tahoe compound.
Stretched out with five kilometers leading up to the front gates, the roadway is completely clear, providing ample space for you and Michael to get aroundâfinally, spending some time in your own vehicle.
Youâve spent a vast majority of your time with bodyguards and a private chauffeur to and from places, leaving your Alfa Romeo mostly untouched unless you were with Michael or any of your (including in-law) brothers.
That meant trips to and from Reno with the kids and your brothers or packing the back seat with Tom, Sonny, and Fredo, who complained the entire time of where they wanted to go and couldnât sit still without smacking each other.
Since marrying Michael, you rarely ever drove, let alone completely by yourselfâmuch of which didnât make sense, nor did it bother you until you learned of the reason for Michaelâs uneasiness. He hadnât explicitly told you, nor did he let you know he was unnerved with you driving alone and without supervision, but his brief explanation of how his deceased wifeâApolloniaâhad died told you everything.
A car bomb. You figured to yourself that maybe the bomb had gone off when she started up the car, or it was triggered when she opened the door, possibly the trunk, stepped on the breaks, or simply just started driving.
Either way, you knew, and as sad as it was to know, you remained appreciative to know how thoughtful and caring Michael wasâhow cautious he was towards you and your safety. It wasnât a problem for you at the end of the day, and he had never turned you down for a drive around the compound or to Reno when the two of you had the time and day to spare.
You giddily curl up to Michael on the passenger side of the seatâhis one arm wrapped around your shoulder lovingly as he casually drives with the other, steering the wheel.
Itâs not the lake and blooming greenery around you that holds your attention, but rather that of your husbandâbusiness mode Don Corleone nowhere to be found, replaced by Michael Corleone, who spends the remainder of his afternoon with you.
You bite your lip, unable to focus on the road as you fixate your gaze upon Michaelâknowing whether itâs intentional or not, you always find yourself unable to avoid the sight of him for long.
Rays of the sun reflect in Michaelâs chestnut eyes, bringing an illuminating light to his distracted, stern gaze. The flowing breeze flows through his brushed and parted hair that hangs over his templesâone of your favorite sexy yet casual styling for his hair that you got to comb through yourself in the morning.
White dress shirt, black tie, and matching trousers to complement and match with your lacy, knee-length white dress, your day consists of having Michael all to yourself, only wishing to yourself that it could last forever.
âMi lascerai mai guidare?!â (Will you ever let me drive?!) You beam back at him as he steps on the gas, slightly picking up speed down the driveway.
âHo visto come guidi.â (Iâve seen how you drive.) Michael shoots you a disapproving playful look, âToo fast, as usual.â
âAww! Sei troppo lento! Dovresti lasciarti insegnare alcune cose!â (Youâre too slow! You should be taught a thing or two!) You laugh back, gazing up at him.
âStai insinuando che vuoi insegnarmi a guidare?â (Are you implying that you want to teach me to drive?) Michael glances back at you, unable to hold back, cracking a smile at your giggling disposition.
âMaybe!â You rake a hand through your hair, giving your head a little shake as you place both of your hands over his upon the steering wheel. âAlmeno accelera, amore mio! Puoi andare piĂč veloce di cosĂŹ!â (At least speed up, my love! You can go faster than that!)
âVa bene, va bene.â (Alright, alright.) Michael chuckles, gradually picking up more speed. âSit back; I donât want you close to the windshield.â
âTi preoccupi troppo per me. Sto bene!â (You worry too much about me, Iâm fine!) You whine back in a playful voice.
âSĂŹ, perchĂ© non riesci nemmeno a tenere gli occhi sulla strada.â (Yes, because you canât even keep your eyes on the road.) Michael notices your longing gaze, teasing you.
The sight of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows as he grips the steering wheel with his gold watch over his wrist and wedding band adorning his fingers is entirely something else to behold, let alone the way he speaks through his velvety voice and those full lips.
Keeping yourself as composed as you can, you still find it hard not to think about how those slim fingers slicked in and out of you just last night, rubbing over your sensitive clit as his mouth worked his magic over the rest of your body.
Blushing deeply at Michaelâs comment as if heâs just read your mind, you gently squeeze at his hands, helping him steer to take a right turn. âNon faccio niente del genere! You couldnât have made that right turn without me!â (I do no such thing!)
âMolto divertente.â (Very funny.) Michael comments, a grin forming over his face as you giggle back. âVuoi che ti porti da qualche parte?â (Do you want me to take you somewhere?)
"Abbiamo tempo?" (Do we have time?) You peek up at him.
âNo, but I can always find time for you.â Michael raises your hand up to his mouth, giving it a small kiss. "Cosa vuoi fare?" (What do you want to do?)
"Proprio ora? Voglio solo ammirarti." (Right now? I just want to admire you.) You lean up to him, planting a tender kiss upon his cheekâtaking in the scent of both his cologne and aftershave. âTi faccio sorridere, vero?â (I have you smiling, donât I?)
âIs that what you wanted out of me all day?â Michael reaches his hand back to you, caressing at the side of your face as he begins to slow down.
Michael begins to press down on the breaks, coming to a full stop before he can even decide to drive back up. He immediately comes to notice how youâve taken his fingers into your mouth from caressing your face, sucking upon them gently between your lips.
âCosa staiââ (What are youâ) His surprised yet amused gaze meets yours as you peek back at him shyly, continuing to slowly, teasingly suckling.
"Maybe you should stop the car." You pause, continuing to hold up Michaelâs hand to your mouth while reaching over with your free hand to gently tug on his tie.
Michael purses open his lips as if to say something for a moment, keeping quiet. You notice his pupils dilate at the sudden eroticism thatâs caught him by surpriseâlust beginning to fill in his eyes.
âVictoriaââ Michael stops the car, turning it off with his keyâat this point, clearly distracted by your quick attempt on seduction.
His gaze cautiously examines both of your surroundings, knowing the gates to the compound and residency are almost five kilometers of a drive back, and the two of you remain surrounded by the vegetation and scenery of the forest.
Peeking back at him with provocative eyes, you continue licking and sloppily kissing around his fingers, âthereâs nobody here, and we both know that⊠Itâs nothing but forest for miles. Who do you think would be watching us?â
âWatching?â Michael murmurs, trailing his fingers down your lips. âWatching just what, exactly?â
Reveling in the privacy that the outdoors and your Alfa Romeo offer you, it was Michael, after all, that coaxed out your sexual confidence in where he fucked and made love to you. He had taken you completely by surprise as a result of the way and places he chose to have sex with you.
You and Michael consummated your marriage as he took your virginity upon your first, new bed as a couple at your manor back in New York. Just days later, he took out the frustrations of his sexual tension by fucking you over his office desk as your family right downstairs, unaware their new son-in-law was pounding their daughter like a ragdoll. Your sex life, if anything, can never be described as dull or vanilla.
Insisting on getting you pregnant as soon as possible, Michael fucked you mercilessly over and over again to breed you afterward, leaving you flustered, moaning his name, and filled to the brim with his cum without spilling a single drop.
Michael bounced you up and down on his cock like a desperate whore when you groaned out his name, begging for more, pleading you simply couldnât get enough as you rode him. Your skin slapped upon Michaelâs as your hips went up and down in a steady rhythmâhis rigid cock filling you again and again.
He let you grow desperate enough that you crawled over the floor and clutched onto his lap while Michael was on a business call, more than ready to beg before he tied your wrists up to the armchair and fucked you senseless again and again.
The first time you took advantage of outdoor privacy was that of what your residenceâs pool offered you, eagerly taking Michaelâs cock to the back of your throat before having every inch of him inside of you within the water.
You knew then, as you know now, nothing, and nobody else, could ever please you and memorize every inch of your bodyâwhat made you cum, what made you writhe underneath himâother than Michael Corleone.
âWatching thisâŠâ Only continuing to be turned on by his expression, you take it as a green light to tease him further.
You pull up your knee-length, grey, plaid skirt to your inner thighs to expose your satiny-white panties, flashing them to Michael. You ride your skirt up completely to reveal your white stockings and garter-belt as you kick off your beige kitten heels, pulling your knees up to your thighs.
âVictoriaâŠâ Michaelâs eyes flicker down to your thighs, gazing at your panties sticking from your wetness to your pussy lips down to the way your silky stockings adorn your thighs.
With your arousal soaking through your panties, Michael feels his erection growing against the tent of his briefs, unable to pull his eyes off of the erotic sight.
Spreading your thighs open as far as you can over your seat, you pull at the waistband of your panties from the middle, only causing the fabric over your slit to push in further to expose your lips. âI told youâŠâ
You clasp your hand over his, instead placing it over your inner thighâonly the coolness from the metal of Michaelâs wedding band upon your warm skin, growing hotter with your increasing arousal. âNobody can see us or hear us here. Itâs perfectâŠâ
Michael doesnât pull his hand back or grab at the fabric of your skirt to pull it downâhis eyes catching a glimpse of your panties sliding off to the side. Your reddened, sensitive clit peeks out from between the fabric.
You lock eyes with Michaelâa strained sexual tension heavily growing between the two of you as the only sound in the vehicle remains to be both of you breathing. âAre you going to take me home looking like this?â
His expression is torn between scolding you and giving in all at once. âI should, shouldnât I?â
âYou know I wonât wait until then.â
âDidnât have enough of me this morning, I see.â Michael lowers his tone to a husky whisper as he gently squeezes your thigh, trailing his hand down to your stockings before playing with the garter belt. âThis is what you wanted, isnât it?â His dark eyes meet up with yours again.
âIf I say it is?â Your cheeks flush scarlet at his expression, your heart already pounding in your chest from his reaction and your shyness flaring up.
Five years past or not, you know youâll never get used to the smoldering, possessive gaze of Michael Corleone, clothed or unclothed. Not when you had first met him in Vitoâs office, not when he approached you on your wedding night, and not when heâs fucking you in the back of your Alfa Romeo.
âAll the better if you admit it to me.â Michael hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling you closer to him over your seat. In an instant, Michaelâs hand is wrapped around your throatâcausing you to gasp out in surprise as he slightly applies pressure over the side of your neck. âThough the sight of you like this says quite enoughâŠâ The muscles in Michaelâs arms tense as he tilts your chin to face him directly, assertively speaking back to you as his eyes darken with lust. âGet in the backseat, now.â
Feeling a rush of excitement hit you, you nod back at him frantically, still nibbling over your lip as he grasps both sides of your hips for the sake of your balance.
Crawling over the center armrest with the fabric of your skirt falling back down to cover your ass, Michael instantly snatches it down, forcing it off your legs as you eagerly kneel over to the backseatâcausing you to giggle out. Heâs giving you the exact reaction youâve wished for.
Throwing your skirt back onto the passenger seat, Michael holds you down over the armrest before you can crawl onto the backseat. He smacks your ass harshly, causing you to gasp out in surprise.
Michael is all over you in a split second, pinning you down between the two back seats as you let out a breathy moanâfeeling his bulging erection brushing up against your clit from his dress pants.
Michael clasps a hand over your mouth, muffling out your moans as he unbuttons his trousers with the other just enough to pull out his fully erect cock. You grin against his slim fingers at the height of your arousal as you continue to spread your legs further apart from him.
âNext time, you can admit to me like a whore when you want my cock.â Michaelâs hair dangles over his forehead as he grunts, snatching your panties completely off to the side as he taps the shaft of his cock over your pussyâslapping over your clit.
He slides his fingers down your face, gripping it as he gives it a little shake, hovering over you. âIâm taking you straight home after this, do you understand?â
âYes, sir.â You whine back out playfully, bucking your hips up to his.
Slicking his shaft down your wet slit once more, Michael angles his hips down to your entranceâkeeping his gaze over yours. Letting go of your face, he squeezes at your breasts, clasping a grip over them as he thrusts into your pussy with a grunt. âYou fucking teaseâŠâ
âOh, yes! Yes!â Feeling Michaelâs cock slam into you with ease through how soaked youâve become from your arousal, you let out a loud moan from the initial penetration and tilt your head back, leaning it against the door.
âOhâlook at how fucking wet you are alreadyâŠâ Every nerve in your body feels as if itâs on fire from your arousal being satiated by all eight inches of him, fucking you perfectly in a steady rhythm that only increases in pace by the minute. âKeep your mouth shut, or Iâll gag it next.â Michael hisses back to you, grabbing at your chin. Strands of his hair come loose over his forehead with each hardened thrust, continuing to push your back up to the door with his roughness.
Already lost in the haze of ecstasy, any notion of keeping quiet has flown out the window with heated desire pulling at your gutâunsatiable for more of Michael. Something about the sight of him still fully dressed, gripping you to a submissive position, only continues to fuel your arousal. Shakily clutching onto Michaelâs dress shirt, you whimper underneath him, under his complete mercy.
âYou better hopeââ A groan escapes Michaelâs lips as he rakes a hand through his hair. ââthat Sonny and Sandra donât return before we do.â
âWhy would I care?â You pant, gazing back down at Michaelâs cock sloppily fucking in and out of your dripping sex.
âHave a little shame, huh? Tsk, tsk.â Michael lowers his voice down to a husky tone, gripping back at your throat.
You groan in Michaelâs mouth, letting his tongue intertwine with yours in the feverish kiss. He holds you against his lips as your thighs begin to quiver upon the car seat, your orgasm dangerously close to its breaking point.
Michaelâs harsh kisses trailing around the corners of your mouth turn sloppily as his tongue grazes over your lips once more, beckoning for entrance. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, feeling his cock repeatedly hit at your G-spot, building onto your orgasm with fervor.
The lust between the two of you, if anything, had become more insatiable over the years and undeniably so on your behalf. It ignited on your wedding night as you and Michael consummated your marriage, but you couldnât shake off the growing sexual tension between the two of you before and during your engagement.
It was those dark, Sicilian eyes of his that had you immediately ensnared. It didnât matter whether you had entered Don Vitoâs office for the first time, surrounded by your family, or if you were alone in the courtyard with your new fiancĂ©e by your side. It always his eyesâthe way they burned into you, glazed over by his serious disposition.
Michaelâs eyes tempted yours to look upon them, and they spoke words that you understood in his silence. They were eyes of cunning, of dominance and control, and they undressed you with each look that tempted your shyness.
Back then, you could barely hold eye contact with Don Vitoâs youngest son and felt the storm of butterflies rage on in the pit of your stomach as he approached you on your wedding nightâa lustful look in his eyes as he began to undress you.
His eyes would land on you again and again, and your heart would race. Your cheeks would fill with blush, causing you to grow immediately flustered. Youâd try to look away and pretend not to notice, but your emotions told you otherwise, and you couldnât. You noticed he wouldnât simply look at anything or anyone; he would stare. And when he stared at you, it was as if his eyes had commanded yours to look back.
You took each and every opportunity to admire him when you were certain he wasnât noticing, but it was always much too hard to pull away. When Michaelâs eyes were on you, you could feel it whether you faced him directly or your back was turned. Without even trying, Michael would read youâall that your reaction and expression had to offer him, your intentions down to your very core.
Michael didnât need to express himself to youâyou could already tell from the dark longing in his eyes. He was more than capable of getting any reaction or answer out of you, yet his gaze was softened when he first met you. He was open with you, curious about you, and wanted to get to know your body just as much as he wanted to understand your mind.
You couldnât deny you were both physically and sexually attracted to Michael from the moment you met him. Of course, the Corleone men themselves were all attractiveâespecially Michaelâs brothers, but everything from his eyes, to the shape of his Roman nose, his full lips, his velvety voice, the way his hands gripped on anything he touched, and his dark hair perfectly slicked back oozed sex appeal to you.
Just five years ago, you were painfully shy, undressing in front of Michael, seeing him naked before you, laying you down upon the bed for the first time as he was about to take your virginity. His gaze over you was lustful, needing, but patient. He was patient for you because he knew not only did he have you all to himself but that he was going to make every minute of it count.
You had to admit to yourself, until the consummation of your marriage, all you could do was wonder what it would be like to make love to Michael. The very thought alone sent blush flaring in your cheeks, causing you to clench your legs.
Your mind always went to the fantasy of him gazing over your naked body, kneeled over you upon your bed as his firm hands trailed up your bare thighs, feeling all of you as he spread your legs apart. He would never take his eyes off of you, watching your shy, aroused disposition react to him.
You wanted his hands on you so badlyâyou couldnât get your eyes off of them whenever you had seen him. His very touch would send a rush of excitement through your body when you bumped into him or when he surprised you from behindâso much so that it was almost unbearable.
To have him all to yourself on your wedding night marked the passionate dream come true. You and Michael had made love for hours that night, simply unable to pull away from each other or get enough. You were insistent on getting to know his body, his love language, and the pleasure he desired from you throughout it.
Your curiosity was sated with his lust since your wedding night. It was then that you know he craved you just as much as you ached for him. Vulnerable before each other, Michael had to be soft and gentle with your body as he took your virginity.
His eyes roamed over all your naked body had to offer, filled with a hunger, a deep desire, and possession of his new wife. The two of you were unfamiliar with each otherâs bodies, only bringing in another aspect of excitement in having sex for the first time.
Michael had stood before you under the dim light of the bedroom, fully undressing. You couldnât pull your gaze off of him as he stripped shirtless in front of you. The light patch of his chest hair, the shape of his collarbones, all down to the way he pulled his briefs off and pumped his fully erect cockâspilling droplets of precum over his thigh severely turned you on.
To wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in closer to you, run a hand through his silky, dark hair and feel your breasts pressed up against his chestâhot skin on skin only continued to amplify the attraction you had towards Michael.
He adored every inch of your body and kissed you all overâhis hands trailed and grazed over everywhere, getting to memorize each part of you. He listened to your breathing, the way your heart raced as he massaged at your inner thighs, how your shyness sparked when his eyes looked over your sex, and the way you moaned as he rocked your body against his.
Michaelâs love language was separate from the way he preferred his pleasure. Much more often than not, the sex was rougher yet still tender. Fast-paced and hard, Michael easily climbed to both his and your orgasm, drawing it out and edging you until you couldnât take it any longer.
You loved to hear Michael moan more than anything else. The way his velvety voice rang out in pleasure as he was fucking you was pure music to your ears, only heightening at your growing arousal. He was mostly quiet with his grunts and breathing, but the sight of him biting down on his lip and letting out a loud moan or inhaling sharply and hissing out an âoh fuckâ when he entered you and came inside of you was something else.
Clenching your pussy around his cock added to Michaelâs pleasureâstealing breathy moans from his lips. He couldnât hold himself back at all when you had your tongue wrapped around his cock, sloppily licking and sucking over his shaft as heâd tilt his head backâhis hands tangled in your hairâlips pursed apart as heâd moan out your name.
Your favorite position to have him in is and was always cowgirlâbouncing up and down on his cock, feeling every inch of him slide in and out of you. He could keep you going for rounds and rounds, thrusting his hips up to meet yours in unison.
He could hit every sweet spot inside of you in a cowgirl position, cumming inside of you as you continued to ride him. You loved having Michael squeeze his hands over your hips, moving you with the pace of his thrusts as his cum would mix in with yours, smearing all over his shaft.
The only sound to be heard besides your cries and moans of his name was that of your ass slapping against his hips and the sloppiness of his cock sloshing in and out of you deeply. With your knees quivering at the arrival of your orgasm, heâd hold your waist down in place, continuing to fuck you upwards at the perfect angle that would hit your g-spot effortlessly.
Completely sprawled out beneath him, you reach your hand back to the window to hold your hips up to Michaelâs as the tip of his cock dangerously thrusts closer to your g-spot.
Your wetness begins to trickle down your thighs and onto the car seat as Michaelâs thrusts grow sloppierâenough of his and your natural lubrication to completely soak and slick his cock in and out of you.
Your hand slides down the glass helplessly, leaving a print as you writhe underneath Michaelâs body, succumbing to the release of your sweet orgasm washing over your body as you moan out his name.
~
[ January 1954, Michael Corleoneâs Perspective ]
The mirror over the sink across from the bathtub remains foggy, covered in steam from the hot bath Victoria and I had drawn. The door out to the bedroom is closed to preserve the heat of the water, now sloshing around the both of us as I keep a firm grip over Victoriaâs hips, bouncing her steadily on my cock.
âJust like that, darlingâŠâ I grunt out, watching her writhe out in pleasure as she clutches onto the rim of the bathtub, moving her hips back and forth in rhythm with mine.
âMichaelâŠâ Victoria shivers in delight as I lean up to her, pressing my chest against her back.
âIf only you could see yourself like this, hmm?â Wet skin over skin, I push aside a curtain of her soaked hair behind her ear, admiring her hazy expression indulged completely in the pleasure I control over her.
âYou donât have to remind me when I can feel all of you like thisâŠâ Victoria glances back at me, her eyes half open as she giggles breathily. âEnjoying the view?â
âMm, how could I not?â Glancing down, I watch as my cock slides in and out of Victoria, soaked from our bath and drenched from her wetness as she continues taking in all of meâeager to do so with each thrust back. âTake it inâtake all of me in⊠Again, again.â
I rake a hand through my soaked hair, slicking it back from my forehead as I pick up my pace. I stifle down my grunts as I pound up into her warm cuntâhearing her sweet moans ring back out. âOhâthatâs right, babyâŠâ
âH-harder, Michael⊠Harder.â Victoria groans out, her hands finding mine and squeezing over them. âFuck me harder.â
âHarder?â My cock twitches inside of her at the very sound of her pleading as I slide my hands up her back, wetting it again with the hot water.
I trail one hand through her silky hair, grasping a fistful of it to keep her under my control as I press her hip down against mine with the other. âHow much harder can you take, I wonder?â
âO-Oh, my God!â Victoria squeals as I buckle my hips up, thrusting harshly and fucking her at a faster pace. âMore, m-more, Michael! Oh, God, yes! Yes!â
Riding me in a reverse cowgirl position, Victoriaâs hips eagerly bounce back and meet with mine, insistent on taking me in at a faster pace as I begin to slam into her deeply.
Unable to hold the escape of a drawn-out groan from my lips, I gaze at the erotic sight of her on me, completely indulged in the ecstasy.
Steam from the hot bath surrounds us as she flips her hair off her shoulder shakily, leaning her head down to the rim of the bathtub.
She moans even louderâbarely able to cling on for balance as her thighs begin to shake. âMore, more!â
I run my hands down from her back, sliding them between her arms and cupping at her wet breasts as I continuing pounding up into her mercilessly, grunting in her ear. âThis is what you wanted, huh? Harder? Faster?â
âY-yesââ Victoria can barely make out a coherent sentence, completely enthralled by her orgasm beginning to wash over her as I angle my cock to thrust in at her sweet spot.
âCame on my cock already?â I breathe out, pulling her back into my lap, angling her body up to mine as I lean my back against the tub.
âOh, G-God!â Victoria squeals out, giggling through her orgasm ringing out throughout her body as she throws her head back onto my shoulder.
âYou can take more than that, canât you?â I hiss back in her ear, sloppily kissing her neck. I spread her thighs out between mine, continuing to fuck her in the same position over my lap.
âY-yes, I want more! I wantââ Victoria whimpers loudly as she clutches onto my arms. She helplessly watches my cock pound up inside of her soaked cunt. âFuck me, Don Corleone!â
âNever going to stop begging for my cock, are you?â Raising her thighs upwards, I smack her ass harshly, squeezing my hand down at her pussy.
âAh!â Victoriaâs wet hair sticks to her face as her breath hitches, her cum oozing off of my cock. âMichael!â
Watching the hot water splashing onto Victoriaâs thighs and drip off of her breastsâher submissiveness under my control of pleasure does nothing but surge my lust for her.
She easily went from soft-spoken college girl to a blubbering, cum filled slut under meâsomething I wondered if sheâd do myself with the way she had kept looking at me since we got engaged.
Victoria neither made it too secretive or obvious her gaze had always been on me. Iâd find her eyes wandering all over me regardless of where we were or what we were doing, always filled with the same attraction and curiosity, yet she could barely hold eye contact when we first met.
She captivated me from the moment she walked into my fatherâs office all those years ago. Being able to get a good look at her face and finally learn her name, I couldnât deny myself the attraction I felt for her, sure of myself from her body language that it was certainly reciprocated.
Victoria was different from Kay and even Apollonia in any way that I could name, but she was a welcome change in my life that I was eager to savor for myself. I easily memorized every inch of her body, each sweet spot she didnât even think she had, what made her squirm, writhe underneath me, beg for moreâwhat made her ache all over until she couldnât hold back.
I took my time with her, but I knew then that I wanted more from her than just motherhood. Unlike Kay, she wasnât overly tender and whiny in bed, but she wasnât stiff and completely submissive like Apollonia. She was unlike anything I ever felt, and I was eager to coax out the sexual confidence she found in bed with meâreserved only for me.
Her moans and groans were nothing short of sweet to me. She let me know how good I made her feel without holding back yet insistent on wanting more under my dominance and control.
I could never get enough of grazing my tongue over her soft, supple skin, tracing around her jawline with the tip of my nose before leaving a soft trail of kisses, harshening down to her collarbones. My hands scouring over her chest as Iâd flicker my tongue at her hardened nipples, hearing her soft breathing and whimpering of my name.
Pinning her wrists up above her head and seeing the pleading look in her eyes, Iâd kiss and lick down to her waistline, squeezing at her hips and feeling her thighs. Iâd rub my hands between her upper thighs, caressing and massaging as I went, only to notice how sheâd buck her hips back up at me in arousal.
Iâd love nothing more than to have her legs wrapped around me, hips raised as Iâd bury my cock into her, letting her take all of me in without spilling a single drop. To see her face twisted in pleasure, panting and gazing back at me as Iâd fuck her into a state of blissful exhaustion was nothing but a weekly occurrence.
She played the business and pleasure dynamic very well. The chemistry between us was and is obvious, but my attraction for her never stopped at just the physical. There was something erotic about dominating the âinnocentâ and inconspicuous girl she was known as.
Controlling her orgasms, making her beg and spill out her dirty confessions while pleading for more of me barely scratch the surface on how Iâve come to crave Don Ferrariâs daughter.
~
[ November 1954 ]
Lips intertwined over Michaelâs, the kiss between the two of you grows feverish and demanding, coaxing out the growing lust towards each other.
Michael stands before you shirtless, one hand fumbling with his belt buckle over his dress pants with the other tugging gently on your hairâbringing you closer to seal any space between one another.
You whimper out in Michaelâs mouth as he deepens the kiss, letting his belt fall to the floor. His lips crush over yours as he begins to caress the back of his hand against your cheek, trailing it down to your neck.
Lost in Michaelâs kiss, you shiver at his touch over your hot skin, nudging your satin nightgown off your shoulders, eager to expose the lingerie underneath. He slowly breaks the kiss with a quiet, breathy moan, darting his eyes down at your body.
Michael slides his hands down to your arms, lust flickering in his eyes at the sight of you in your black, lacy lingerie bodysuit; straps crossed over your breasts with a cut-out in the middle, beneath your breasts.
The lace adorns the lingerie piece down to your lower waistline, ending in a mesh fabric that hugs and tightens over your ass and front sideâcomplete with a black garter belt and stockings adorning your thighs.
Michael says nothing to you as his eyes meet up with yours for a brief momentâhis gaze speaking for him with his possessive eyes, scouring over your body hungrily.
You lace both hands with his, taking a step back as you gently pull him towards you. Maintaining eye contact, your heart begins to race in your chest as you place his hands over your breasts, letting yours go as you submit yourself to him.
Michaelâs eyes darken with lust as he squeezes at your tender breasts, moving the rest of his hands down your chest to touch the lace fabric. He stops at your hips, applying slight pressure with his fingers as he touches you, trailing his hand down to your ass, he grasps it.
Blushing, you turn around in response, feeling his chest press up to your back. You can see half of your reflection in your vanityâs mirror across from you, noting how distracted Michaelâs become with your appearance as his erection presses up against your ass.
âDon CorleoneâŠâ Your breath hitches as you feel the tug of arousal tighten in your gut, only continuing to feel his erection pushing further at the fabric of your lingerie.
âCome here,â he breathes out to youâhis voice low and raspy as he sits upon the edge of the bed, beckoning for you.
Following, you shyly approach Michael directly, finding his hands pulling at the straps of your garter belt teasing, letting them slap back against your skin.
The lingerie was a piece you and Connie had bought together, worn as a surprise for Michael whose seeing it for the first time and only continuing to fuel your excitement with the response he was giving you.
The fabric of your lingerie hugs at every curve in your body, extenuating your thighs and breasts with the tightness of the mesh. Itâs a provocative yet alluring and sexy piece thatâs given your sexual confidence the boost you were searching for approaching a half-naked Michael Corleone.
âOh, youâre perfectâŠâ Michael hisses out quietly, undoing at your garter belt as he keeps his eyes over you.
Secretly glad that the illumination of the bedroom light doesnât entirely shine over your face with how deeply youâre blushing, you raise one thigh up to his lap as your garter beltâs straps dangle loosely.
âAnd youâre all mine for the night, arenât you?â Michaelâs hands rub over your inner thighs as he trails his index and middle fingers down to your pussy, peeking through the mesh fabric of your lingerie.
He slicks his finger down, pressing the fabric up to your clit as you gasp out softly, clutching onto his shoulders to maintain your balance. âY-yes, Don Corleoneââ
Noticing your response, Michael smirks at you wryly. The sight of him is enough to send your arousal in a frenzy alone. His hair remains neatly slicked back through the middleânot a single strand looseâhaving just arrived from a late evening business meeting, keeping you eagerly waiting.
âWet alreadyâŠ?â He taps his fingers against your clit, noticing the dampness through the fabric. âAnd Iâve barely touched you. Canât hold yourself back even for a moment. MmâŠâ Clutching your thigh, Michael grazes his tongue upwards to your inner thigh, suckling over the crease dangerously close to your sex.
âM-MichaelâŠâ You whine, feeling your thighs begin to quiver. âPleaseâŠâ
âYou look like a whore.â He slowly pulls away, running his hands up and down the fabric of your stocking. âNow you can act the part, isnât that right? Does a whore get to address me so commonly?â
âDon Corleone.â You feel a trickle of your wetness forming between your legs again.
âThatâs what I thought.â Michaelâs stern gaze meets your flustered disposition as he lets go of your thigh, gesturing to the side with a nod of his head. âGet on your knees, and donât keep me waiting.â
âYes, Don Corleone.â You feel your clit begin to throb almost painfully so at your built-up arousal, knowing you did yourself no favors while waiting for him to return from his meeting by letting your mind and fingers wander.
You make your way over to the center of the bedroom, all the more flustered knowing heâs demanded you get on all fours over the floor rather than the bed.
âGet in front of the mirror.â Michael watches get on the floor from behind, pulling down his trousers and briefs. âI want you to see yourself when I take the last bit of dignity from you.â
âYes, sir.â You crawl over to the full body mirror affixed into the wall, your knees digging onto the rug beneath you.
âYou look good like this, you know?â Your eyes widen momentarily as you tilt your head up to the mirror, spotting Michael completely naked, pumping his fully erect member behind you. âOn your knees, completely helplessâIâm sure all you whores have the same routine, but thereâs something a little different about you, isnât there?â
You clench at your legs, hoping you wonât completely soak through your lingerie before he even properly gets to touch you.
âFirst, youâll show me some respect.â Michael grabs a fistful of your hair, forcefully tilting your head down from the mirror.
Lowering your head in response, you breathe out, noticing heâs kneeled up directly behind you. âMaybe weâll start off with a few house rules.â Michael trails his finger up to your clit again underneath you before he furrows his brows, gazing at your posture.
Michael presses down on your shoulders and back, angling your ass up to him as you keep your head down, feeling the mesh fabric tightening around your pussy.
You gasp out as you feel the shaft of his cock pressed up between your ass. âYou wonât speak unless youâre spoken to, and you will do exactly as I sayâdo I make myself perfectly clear?â
âYes, Don Corleone.â You nod back against the floorâstrands of your hair dangling over your face as you breathe heavily.
âI wonât let you off so easily for giving away the obvious, Miss Ferrari.â Michael pulls the mesh fabric aside from your sex, smacking over your labia. âYouâve obviously been touching yourself.â
âS-sir, please.â You bite down on your lip, trying your best to hide your undeniable arousal. âIt was nothing.â
âNothing?â Michael raises a brow, spreading your pussy lips open. âThen youâll gladly show me this ânothing,â wonât you?â
Flustered and embarrassed, you reach your hand back to your spread pussy, hovering your fingers above your clit.
âYou werenât patient enough to keep your hands away from yourself, so youâll show me and tell me everything you were thinking of⊠Donât make me wait any longer than I have to.â Michael rubs at your labia in lazy circles with his thumb. âShow me.â
âDon CorleoneâŠâ You shakily lick over your lips, beginning to touch yourself by stimulating your clit with the tip of your fingers. âI wasââ
âSpeak up, whore.â Michael harshly slaps your ass, causing you to wince.
âI couldnât stop thinking of you, Don Corleone.â You raise your voice, slicking your fingers slowly into yourself. âI⊠I got too impatient, and my mind began to wander.â
Michael pulls his hands back, letting you take over as he smears the drops of precum off from his tip to coat his shaft. âOf course you did.â
Humiliated by the confession yet utterly turned on, you continue. âAll I wanted to do was submit to you, to⊠to have you tease and please me, eat me outâŠâ You dip your fingers inside of you, beginning to quicken up the pace as you finger yourself directly in front of Michael.
âFor a womanso shy, your mind always says otherwise, doesnât it?â Michael slaps your ass again, watching the skin flare up pink as he grasps at your hand, taking your fingers into his mouth and tasting at your sweetness.
âY-yes!â You cringe in embarrassment at the sight, feeling your pussy clenching as his tongue licks your fingers clean, letting go of your hand.
âLook at where your little fantasy has gotten you.â Michael breathes hotly, his tongue only mere inches away from your pussy. âRight where you wanted it to be.â
âOh!â You throw your head back in response, feeling Michael bury his face into your pussy.
Relentlessly, he begins sloppily eating you out, focusing on suckling over your clit with the perfect pace and amount of pressure that easily welcomes your growing orgasm.
Spilling loud moans from your lips, you canât hold yourself back into silence as you desperately clutch at the rug underneath you, feeling his tongue flickering over your clit. âO-Oh, myâmy God!â
His stubble grazes against the tip of your clit momentarily, causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure at the sudden rush of stimulation. Your body gives into Michael as your juices trickle down your thighs, immediately licked up by him. âYes, yes!â
The sensation is heavenly, sending sparks of pleasuring flying through you as you feel your pussy pulsating, close to tipping over in orgasm. Michael isnât oblivious to your reactions, immediately pulling his face back when he feels your pussy convulsing against his mouth.
He replaces his tongue with his cock, thrusting up and impaling into your pussy as you shriek out in pleasure. Your orgasm unravels out as Michael chuckles, pulling a fistful of your hair back as he begins to pound into your ass.
âIâve always wanted to fuck you like a whore.â Feeling your cum soak his cock, Michael mercilessly continues fucking you at a quickened pace, forcing you to look up at yourself in front of the mirror.
Flushing a shade of scarlet, you helplessly look upon your reflection in the mirror, getting pounded over the floor as your thighs shake against your willâstill riding out the lingering sensations of your orgasm.
âYou couldnât take your eyes off of me even thenâŠâ Michael grunts, watching in amusement as his cock slides in and out of your tightness with ease. âI saw the way you looked at meânothing has changed.â He reaches his hand over to your face, grabbing it. âIsnât that right?â
âY-yes, Don Corleone!â You moan out loudly, surprised youâve been able to form out a coherent sentence, to begin with.
âYouâre a whiny little slut begging for my cock over and over again.â Michael spanks you again, tugging on your hair roughly at the same time as you yelp out. âTsk tsk⊠What would your family think if they heard you moaning like this?â
âT-that Iâm a whoreâŠâ You cry out, tears rolling down your cheeks and smearing off your mascara as you feel your second orgasm approaching.
âThat youâre a cum-guzzling whore.â Michael corrects, letting go of your face but not without slapping you lightly. âAnd you love mafia cock.â
âMafiaâŠâ Youâre barely able to repeat out.
âI should fuck your mouth till you forget how to speak, huh? I should do that next, shouldnât I? Since you can still speak and all.â Michael growls, leaning against your back.
âY-you can do anything you want to me, Don Corleone.â You let out a breathy giggle, blinking past your tears. The sweet sensation of your orgasm approaching you is near as youâre filled to the brim with his cock, only wanting more and more.
âYou know the only thing youâre good for is taking my cock, isnât that right?â Michael tilts your head to the side to face him, slipping two fingers into your lips to open your mouth as he spits in it. âOh, you love this. You fucking love this.â
âMm⊠Yes, yes I am!â You swallow, your breathing mixing in with your whining as you hear the sound of skin slapping against skin with Michaelâs thrusts only growing faster.
âYou canât get enough⊠Donât hold back now, cum, you little whore. Cum.â Michael hisses out as your knees almost give in, gladly letting your second orgasm hit over your body.
âLook at yourself.â Michael pulls on your hair once more, gazing at the two of you in the mirror. âLook at how youâre getting fuckedâI bet youâve always wanted this. Dirty little whore.â
âYes, daddy!â You regret the words as soon as they blurt out of your mouth.
âWhat was that?â A smirk crosses over Michaelâs lips as he grabs at your breasts. âDo you want to repeat that?â
âP-please donât make me, Don Corleoneââ You moan out again, getting fucked into a state of bliss.
âIâm going to stretch you⊠Iâm going to fuck your brains out like this. Youâll never get off to touching yourself again. From now on, all youâll want is meâŠâ Michael pulls his cock out of you completely before slamming back into your G-spot directly, already tempting another orgasm. âCall out my name. Say it.â
âMICHAEL!â Squirting out over the carpet, you feel your orgasm overwhelm you with a surge of pleasure coursing through your body from its intensity.
Unlike any orgasm youâve ever felt before, the tingling sensation of it washing over every inch of your body is heavenly, reaching you to an entirely new height. Almost hypnotized from it, you gasp for air, beginning to pant as your knees threaten to collapse.
Michael pulls out, wrapping an arm around you to hold your back up to his chest for balance as you regain your breath, giggling through it. âM-Michael, Iââ
âOoh, careful, carefulâŠâ He purrs in your ears, pushing a curtain of your hair back behind your ear. âYouâve made a mess of yourself.â
âI can stillâŠâ You whimper out, pushing your hips back onto his. âStill feel itâŠplease.â
âEager as always.â Michael chuckles back, shaking his head as he scolds you. âWe donât always get what we want, do we, Miss Ferrari?â
You grin back out to him, panting. âI just did, Don Corleone.â
âHow amusing.â His eyes search over your face for a reaction as he flips you over, forcing you up on your knees. âIâll have to do something about that.â
âAnythingâŠâ You plead, holding onto his waist as you pump his soaked cock with one hand, closing your eyes and opening up your mouth.
Michael inhales sharply, both of his hands lost in your hair as your cum off his cock spills over your chest. âAtta girlâŠâ
âAhâŠâ Taking one last peek before squeezing your eyes shut, Michael tilts his head back with a loud groan, cumming all over your face.
His hot cum lands over your forehead, cheeks, and lips as you eagerly swallow any that comes onto your tongue. A dozen spurts out, youâre completely covered in his seed as it drips down to your breasts.
âDon⊠Don CorleoneâŠâ You lick over your lips, gazing up at Michael, who looks down at you with half-open eyes, shakily exhaling out through his orgasm. âMore, Don Corleone⊠I want more.â
~
The clock on your nightstand reads 2:13 AM as you lean against the doorway to the bathroom, still achy and sore from the rough roleplay session. Now fresh out of the shower and ready for bed, you button up one of Michaelâs dress shirts over you that barely cover your backside, completely naked underneath.
From the glow of the night lamp, you peek back out to Michael whose just finishing up the last of his cigarette, blowing smoke off to his side as he lounges underneath the blankets, lazily gazing back at you.
You smile back at him shyly, unable to deny the whirl of butterflies kicking up in your stomach at the sight of him so relaxed after fucking the ever-living life out of you half an hour ago.
Grazing your teeth against the corner of your lip, you approach your side of the bed, watching Michael lean his arm out to the ashtray and put his cigarette out. His eyes practically spell out sleep as you get into the blankets, snuggling up next to him.
The scent of your clean, washed skin with his mingles in the sheets as you lean upon your elbow, cupping his face with one hand gently and kissing his cheek with the other. You canât help but smile through your kiss as you notice him smile back at youâcatching you by surprise.
âVictoriaâŠâ Michael murmurs out sleepily as you plant little smooches along his cheek, much to his amusement.
In a very affectionate mood after such a heated sex session, you kiss the tip of his Roman nose, trailing down your little path of affection down to his neck.
Michael chuckles softly, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you closer to him. Just as you move in to give his cheek another kiss, he turns his head to face you, stealing a kiss from your lips.
You blush back, giggling quietly. âI love you.â
âI love you moreâŠâ Michael exhales deeply, shifting to the side to face you directly. âNot tired yet?â
âDepends.â You whisper back at him, laying your head down over the pillow as you curl up to his chest. âTired from the night? Yes.â
âI can live with thatâŠâ Michael nuzzles you, kissing up at your jawline. âCanât stay away from me for very long, can you?â
âWould never even dream of wanting to.â You close your eyes, cuddled up in his embrace. âThe girls are going to ask me at breakfast tomorrow as to why Iâm sitting funnyâŠâ You whine out softly, "and if we want to talk about the mess we made, we can start off with the one you left on my face.â
âWhich is a good look for you, if you ask me.â Michael kisses your cheek gently. âGet used to it.â
Your initial thoughts of having sex with Michael Corleone consisted of doing so to consummate your marriage, then try as many times as needed for children thereafter. You imagined back then that if Michael was aroused or feeling the need to spend some time alone with you, that you would have sex with him again.
You didnât expect nor anticipate much, and a majority of your beliefs came from his unreadable expressions and body language. He remained a mystery to you until the end of your engagement, always so stern and cold, yet intense in his own way.
Michael could say the same about you, although he knew the last thing he wanted to do was have the same sex with you that he had with Kay. He had grown rougher and gotten used to a faster pace of sloppy sex since Sicily, knowing he was tender with Kay before he met and married Apollonia.
Still, there was a perfect balance between sensual, intimate lovemaking and the fiery, passionate sex the two of you shared together. The bond and chemistry you had with each other directly reflected on your sex lifeâa healthy one at that.
Your sexual arousal and attraction to Michael knew no ends as he knew none towards you. He had been wildly attracted to you since the day the two of you met and had noticed each glance you gave his way. He knew you desired him in the same way and enjoyed teasing you even from afar.
After all, Michael knew he didnât have to touch or even speak to you to be able to tell how attracted you were to him. He also knew he wanted to desperately take advantage of such. You remain to be the only woman he ever wishes to lay eyes and hands uponâthinking of none other.
Your sex life had always been healthy and never dull with Michael. There was a surge of passion you shared with him behind closed doors that you couldnât even explain to yourself. The love and adoration you had for Michael didnât end in the bedroom, nor did it start there.
Your attraction to Michael is relentless, unconditional, and limitless, pulling you back into his embrace through everything. You stopped questioning it a long time ago, eagerly following him into the darknessâletting those same shadows surround you. Taking on his last name, you came to fulfill an important role as Don Michael Corleoneâs wife, lover, and mother to his children. When it comes to Michael Corleone, you are but a moth to a flame.
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