[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 221: The Taste of Surrender

~Adrian’s POV~

A wild shiver ran through my entire body. I smiled, my hands gripping his broad shoulders as the dirty talk went straight to my groin. "Yes, Daddy... I love how that sounds."

Matteo didn’t waste another second. He hooked his strong arms under my thighs and lifted me effortlessly.

He carried me over to the heavy glass table on the rooftop and sat me down on the edge, spreading my legs wide.

I leaned back on my hands, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my cock stood completely upright, pointing directly at his face like a decadent meal being served right to him under the stars.

Instead of diving right in, Matteo pulled over an outdoor chair and took a seat right between my spread thighs.

He sat perfectly eye-level with my groin, taking his time to admire the view.

I shifted impatiently, my hips twitching with a desperate need for his touch. Seeing my impatience, Matteo smirked. He reached out and slowly tapped the thick, sensitive head of my cock with his index finger.

A sharp gasp ripped from my throat, my stomach muscles contracting instantly.

Matteo leaned in close, his eyes gleaming as he spoke directly to my rigid length. "You must be just as stubborn as your owner."

I let out a breathless whine, my fingers clawing at the edge of the glass table. "Babe... this is not the time to talk."

Matteo chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest. "Why the rush, baby? We have the whole night to ourselves."

"Please, Matteo," I begged, completely losing my composure as a heavy drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip. "Please, baby... I’m leaking. I need your mouth on me right now."

Matteo’s smile widened, clearly satisfied by how worked up he had made me. He leaned forward, his large hands gripping the undersides of my thighs to hold me securely in place.

Instead of taking the shaft, he lifted my cock up toward his chest, burying his face in my groin to focus entirely on my balls.

He lowered his head, his warm breath fanning over my inner thighs before his lips made contact. Slowly, he opened his mouth.

When his warm, wet tongue lashed across my scrotum, my head snapped back. I let out a loud, ragged moan, my toes curling in the cool night air.

Matteo showed no mercy; he took one ball into his mouth, sucking on it with a gentle, steady suction while using his thumb and forearms to stroke my shaft lightly.

The combination of his hot mouth below and the firm, rhythmic slide of his hand along my length sent a wave of white-hot electricity straight to my brain.

"Oh god, Matteo... yes," I whined, my hips involuntarily arching off the table, trying to push myself deeper into his face.

As he continued to worship my balls, Matteo began to slowly slide his hand up and down my cock.

His palm was warm and slick with my pre-cum, creating a friction that had me panting heavily. I looked down, my vision slightly blurred by tears of pleasure.

Slowly, Matteo pulled back from my balls.

He trailed a wet line of saliva up to the base of my cock, his eyes locking onto mine through his dark lashes.

He parted his lips, letting his warm, humid breath coat the sensitive skin of my shaft just a second before he opened his mouth wide to take the head.

The moment I felt the intense warmth and pressure of his mouth closing around my cockhead, I completely lost my mind. My hips lifted off the table of instinct, burying myself deeper into his mouth, but Matteo held my thighs firmly, keeping my movements anchored.

He started sucking me with slow, deliberate strokes. He didn’t rush; he took his time, taking just the top half of my length into his mouth and swirling his tongue flat against the opening, drawing out every bit of my sensitivity.

He used his hand to stroke the base of my shaft in perfect rhythm with his mouth, ensuring that every inch of me was covered in warmth.

I let out a breathless moan, my head tossing from side to side under the starlight.

The slow pace was torturous but incredibly hot, allowing me to feel every single ridge of his teeth behind his lips and the wet slide of his throat.

He was consuming me with a steady, unyielding rhythm, making me throb deeper into his mouth with every single stroke.

A choked sob escaped my throat, my hands flying into his dark hair to anchor myself. The friction of his wet inner cheeks rubbing against me was so intense it made my hips shake.

Sensing my instability, Matteo slowed down even more. He paused his downward motion, keeping the top half of my cock buried in his throat while his tongue stroked up and down the underside of the shaft. He imitated the perfect rhythm of a slow, torturous handjob, but with the unbelievable heat and moisture of his mouth.

Slurp, squelch.

The heavy, wet sounds of his mouth working over me filled the quiet rooftop.

Every time his lips slid up to the tip, he would give a soft, deliberate suck on the head, pulling me back down into the heat of his throat a second later.

I was entirely at his mercy, my body trembling, my breathing reduced to shallow, broken gasps as I watched the dangerous mafia boss masterfully worshiping my body under the open sky.

Suddenly, he fastened his pace. He went deeper and faster, his rhythm turning aggressive as he targeted every single sensitive spot on my shaft.

The sudden shift was overwhelming; he was too good, destroying whatever restraint I had left.

My fingers tangled tightly into his dark hair, my hips taking over as I involuntarily began to thrust directly into his throat. Matteo didn’t pull back.

He took every single hard stroke, his tongue working furiously against my length as he sucked me down to the base over and over again.

"Daddy... fuck," I whimpered, the friction pushing me completely over the edge.

I kept thrusting, the heat in my groin building to a fever pitch. "Baby, I’m close... baby, I can’t hold it!" I looked down at him, my vision blurring as he kept sucking mercilessly, his throat wrapping around me like a tight glove.

I let out a loud, broken moan. "I’m going to come, baby... I’m going to cum!"

Instead of letting me pull away, Matteo gripped the back of my thighs with a bruising force, locking me in place. He let me thrust deeply into his mouth one last time, completely burying my length in his throat as my orgasm violently ripped through me.

Aaaah!

A shattered cry escaped my lips as I came, shooting a thick, heavy stream of hot cum straight down his throat.

My hips twitched uncontrollably as I emptied every single drop into his mouth, pulsing again and again until I was completely wrung out.

Matteo stayed right there, taking the full force of my release. He swallowed every single drop without a single trace of hesitation, his throat moving in thick, heavy gulps until he had cleaned me out entirely.

But it didn’t end there.

As Matteo finally pulled his wet mouth away, I slumped backward on my hands, gasping for air, my chest heaving violently. Before I could even catch my breath, Matteo grabbed my waist and dragged me right to the edge of the glass table, spreading my legs completely wide.

The position exposed my entrance perfectly to his view, leaving me completely open in front of him.

Matteo looked up at me, his eyes dark with an intense, unvarnished hunger. He lifted his hand to his lips, generously coating his long fingers with his own saliva to wet them.

Without warning, he pressed his first finger against my opening and slid it slowly inside.

I let out a sharp gasp, my back arching off the table. Before I could adjust to the heat, he slid a second finger right beside the first, stretching me open with a slow, deliberate scissoring motion.

"Ah... Matteo, wait," I whined, my hands clutching the edges of the table as he began to pace his fingers inside me.

He worked deeply, expanding the tight muscles until I was slick and yielding.

Then, showing no mercy, he pushed a third finger inside, stretching my walls completely.

A loud, ragged groan tore from my throat, my hips trembling against his hand as the intense stretching sensation sent a wave of heat straight to my stomach.

Matteo fingered me deeply for a few more moments, making sure I was completely loose and ready for him.

Finally, he pulled his hand out with a wet sound. He didn’t even look away from me as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, slowly and sinfully licking them clean.

The view made my breath hitch.

Matteo stood up from his chair and stepped closer, moving directly into my space. He reached down between my spread legs and scooped me up firmly from under my thighs. I immediately wrapped my arms securely around his neck, holding onto him as he lifted me off the glass table.

With me held tightly against his chest, Matteo turned and walked over to the nearby plush sofa. He took a seat, leaning back against the deep cushions while holding me, letting me settle smoothly right on top of his lap, straddling his thighs and facing him directly.

As I settled against his lap, Matteo reached down...