Mafia Kings: Adriano: Chapter 58

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.