Married to the mafia King

Adriano took me upstairs to his bedroom.

Pretty urgently, I might add.

Usually I would have been thinking about ripping his clothes off

But instead, I stared at everything around us as we walked down the hallway.

The house was insane.

It looked like the kind of mansion you would see in a movie.

Not about mafiosos, though. More like old-money millionaires with exquisite taste.

Which made sense, seeing as the mansion was four or five hundred years old.

At least on the outside, anyway. The interior was decorated in a classic style.

In my imagination, it was the kind of place I saw the fashion designer Coco Chanel living in back in the 1920s if she’d had a secret mansion in Tuscany she visited when she left Paris.

When we finally reached Adriano’s room, though, it was different from everything I’d seen so far.

There was beautiful wood paneling and a minimalism to the furnishings. The dressers and wardrobes were all sleek and modern.

No 300-year-old paintings on the walls, either. Only beautiful modern art pieces, full of vibrant reds and oranges.

The bed was huge a king-size with a muted grey comforter. It contrasted nicely with the colors in the artwork.

I looked around admiringly. “You have a good eye for design and color.”

He snorted. “I have a good eye for talented interior designers.”

I laughed. That made a lot more sense.

He started shucking off his clothing as fast as he could.

“Oh somebody’s impatient,” I giggled.

“I’ve spent the last 12 hours wearing other people’s shit,” he said. “No more.”

I’d forgotten about that. First the thrift store outfit, then the cop’s clothes.

I have to say, I was a little disappointed why he was stripping down so quickly…

Although I still enjoyed the show.

His muscles rippled as he ripped off the shirt and kicked off the pants.

And then he peeled off his boxer briefs.

My mouth watered as I stared at his cock.

It was soft at the moment, but it was still huge. Long and thick and beautiful, it dangled heavily back and forth as he moved.

Even flaccid, he was bigger than my previous exes had been when they were hard.

I could feel warmth starting to glow between my legs…

And then his cock started to grow…

To get even longer while it dangled there…

Getting thicker and bigger with every heartbeat…

Until it started to rise up into the air, centimeter by centimeter.

I realized I was staring, so I looked up into his eyes.

He was smirking at me. He obviously liked that I was turned on looking at his cock.

That much was apparent from how big it was getting.

He reached over to me and immediately started lifting up my lace blouse. “Come on we’re taking a shower first.”

I grinned and helped him get off my clothes in record time.

When I was naked, he pressed up against me and kissed me deeply.

His naked skin was so warm against mine…

And his cock, now rock-hard, was scorching.

Finally, he broke off the kiss and led me by the hand into the bathroom.

It was gorgeous and masculine black marble and tile with gleaming fixtures.

The shower was an enormous cube with a shower head that covered nine square feet. When he turned it on, it was like a monsoon.

I stepped inside and lifted my face into the spray, luxuriating in the hot water rushing all over my body.

Then I heard a sound like he was soaping up his hands.

I smelled a faint hint of sandalwood

And I felt his slippery hands touch my chest and lather me up.

I moaned as I felt him cup my breasts…

Rub my hard nipples…

And circle them lovingly.

I opened my eyes against the spray and looked up at him grinning down at me, his hair slicked back from the water.

“Gotta get ’em clean,” he growled.

“We need to get something else clean, too,” I murmured.

I found the cake of soap and began to lather my own hands.

Then I reached down and cupped his balls in my right hand…

And slowly ran my left hand up his enormous shaft.

He grunted as I fondled his balls, feeling their weight in my palm.

I ran my fingers up and down his cock, feeling the pronounced veins under his skin…

The ridge of his swollen head…

The thickness of his shaft.

We stared into each other’s eyes as he took the soap from me and began to rub it all over my back…

Down to my ass…

Using one soapy finger to gently caress my asshole…

While the other hand switched to the front and gently soaped up my pussy.

I closed my eyes and moaned as his slippery fingers rubbed my bare skin…

Teased my lips…

And began circling my clit.

Suddenly the water on my face was interrupted as he leaned over and kissed me, his tongue hot and sensual on mine.

We did that for a while…

Just making out as I rubbed his straining cock…

And him playing with my ass and pussy at the same time.

Then he put the soap back on the shelf and washed me off.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he growled in my ear as he shut off the water.

We dried off as much as we could in 20 seconds with luxurious towels…

Then he pushed me back into the bedroom.

Adriano ripped off the comforter, exposing silken sheets

And picked me up and threw me backwards onto the bed.

I shrieked with joy.

My exes had all been artsy types not exactly strong guys. It was a bigger turn-on than I could have imagined to be lifted up and casually tossed onto a bed…

Especially when the guy doing it was so big and hard and wanted to get inside you so bad.

But…

He didn’t.

Not right away.

Instead, he pried apart my legs, bent down to my pussy, and began to kiss me.

Soft, loving little kisses…

His warm lips nuzzling my skin…

And when I was good and wet, he began to part my swollen lips.

His tongue slowly eased deep inside me…

Making me hungry for his cock…

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At the same time, his powerful arms reached up under my thighs so his hands could touch my belly…

And his fingers stroked me gently, tracing soft patterns across my skin.

Every so often, his hands would reach up to my breasts, find my nipples, and gently caress them before returning to stroking the rest of my body.

I was moaning by this point, out of my mind with longing and pleasure.

Part of me hoped he would repeat this morning when he made me squirt…

But Adriano had other plans.

He knelt on the bed and pulled me into a sitting position, too.

Then he scooted around behind me…

Pushed me over on all fours…

And sloooowly entered me from behind.

I felt his swollen head part my lips…

Gentle but insistent…

And then the tip was inside me.

I moaned, my head on the silk sheets as I felt him ease himself inside me, inch by inch.

He was so long…

So big…

And he filled me up so completely.

When he was all the way inside me and his thighs pressed against my ass, I thought he would begin fucking me doggy style.

Again, he had different ideas.

He gathered up my long, wet hair in his hand…

Then pulled me back, forcing me to sit up.

I moaned.

It felt so submissive…

Like he was in complete control of me…

And I loved it.

He maneuvered me back so that I was sitting on his lap…

My legs kneeling and my ass resting on his muscular thighs…

And his cock even deeper inside me.

Once I was upright, I saw something I hadn’t noticed before.

A full-length mirror stood a few feet from the bed, the glass suspended in a wooden frame that could be wheeled around the room.

I looked at myself naked…

My head tilted back and my eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

Adriano peered over my shoulder, a full head taller than me.

His eyes hungrily devoured my body…

His face a portrait of obsession and lust.

My back was pressed against his chest and abs.

His left hand still held onto my hair…

But his right hand reached around my body to cup my right breast.

He held it in his hand… lolled the weight of it around in his palm…

And he pinched my erect nipple between his forefinger and thumb, exciting me even more.

A fire sparked in his eyes. He let go of my breast…

His hand traced gently down my belly…

And his fingers found my clit.

He began to rub it softly as he whispered in my ear.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “All mine. You’re my woman… I’ll do anything for you… and I’ll do everything TO you…”

As his velvety voice caressed my ear and his finger stroked my clit, he began to rock his hips back and forth…

Just an inch or two…

But it let me feel his cock deep inside me, his head stroking places no other man had ever touched.

My eyes were rolling back in my head…

As he wetly rubbed my clit…

And he rocked back and forth inside me…

And his deep voice rumbled in my ear.

“All I want… is for you to come… over and over… harder and harder… till you can’t take it anymore… I want you moaning my name… because you’re mine… now and forever… you’ll always be my woman… and I’m going to fuck you… day and night… my thick cock inside your sweet little pussy…”

It was hypnotic.

His voice…

The way he stroked my clit…

The way he moved inside me, so deep, so thick, so good…

And I began to come.

It was a gentle orgasm…

A slowly building series of fluttering pleasure…

That grew and grew with every stroke of his fingertip, every movement of his cock…

And it moved throughout my body.

My head was tilted back as he pulled my hair…

My mouth open in a moan.

I grabbed my own breasts and began squeezing them, sending streaks of pleasure from my nipples down to my clit, connecting my entire body in one flowing, gorgeous orgasm.

“Fuck… yes… rub your tits just like that,” he growled. “I love your tits… I love your pussy… I love your body… you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever seen in my life…”

I moaned louder as he tugged gently on my hair, my fingers massaging my breasts, his fingertip stoking the bonfire of pleasure between my thighs, his cock touching me in a spot so deep and secret and pleasurable that it sent ripples of bliss through my entire body…

And the ecstasy just kept growing and growing.

Adriano stopped talking and bit my neck. It was gentle at first, and he alternated with kisses and soft nibbles, but his teeth began gradually pressing harder into my flesh.

It turned me on.

I felt like he might devour me…

And I wanted him to.

Devour me, body and soul.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

“You want me to fuck you?” he growled low in my ear. “Really fuck you?”

“Yes…” I moaned. “Fuck me hard…”

He caressed my ear with his lips one last time…

And then he removed his hand from my clit…

And pushed me down roughly on all fours.

He kept my wet hair clasped in his left hand…

And he tugged on it so my head stayed lifted enough to stare into the mirror.

His eyes met mine in the reflection.

They burned with desire…

I couldn’t look away…

And then he began to move inside me.

A little at first, to let me get used to his huge cock…

And then harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

His cock began to thrust fast and furious.

His body slapped my ass with wet fwop fwop fwop sounds, his skin drenched with my juices.

The vibrations of each impact rolled through me, heightening every sensation…

And the jolts of pleasure from his cock were more intense than anything I’d ever felt before.

I started groaning loudly

But I couldn’t look away from his eyes in the mirror.

They held me captive

Like I was hypnotized.

And I kept coming…

Harder…

In waves of building pleasure…

My entire body filled with bliss from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

Sometimes my head would tilt down because I couldn’t bear the pleasure

Or my eyes would wander down to my swinging breasts as he thrust deep inside me

But he would pull on my hair and force me to look at him again, his eyes dark and fiery all at once.

Then he pulled hard, grabbed me roughly by the shoulder, and forced me back against him.

His hand closed around my throat.

I felt a burst of excitement and fear

But it was obvious he’d done this before.

He pressed slowly but firmly on the sides of my neck.

He didn’t stop me from breathing not at all

But I began to grow a little lightheaded, and it was like I was floating on a cloud of pleasure.

He was still thrusting hard inside me, my ass going fwop fwop fwop against his thighs.

I started screaming as I came even harder.

His right hand was on my clit

Rubbing it so fast it was like a vibrator

And as my screams reached a peak, he suddenly bellowed like a bull.

I felt his cock spasm inside me

A flood of hot, wet cum

And I think I blacked out, just for a second, as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

Then I was back in my body, gasping for breath, as he slowed down…

His breathing ragged and intense in my ear…

And he lowered us both down to the sheets on our side, all while keeping his hard cock deep inside me.

He was spooning me now, his body pressed up against my back…

But I got to feel the last tiny tremors of his orgasm as his cock pulsed once more… then again… and a final time.

He kissed my ear softly, the sound nothing more than a murmur…

And I smiled and held his hand to my breasts…

And that was how I drifted off to sleep, utterly exhausted, with him still inside me.