Mafia Kings: Massimo: Dark Mafia Romance Series #3
Mafia Kings: Massimo: Chapter 51

He set me down on my feet in the bedroom, and we continued kissing for a few minutes.

His huge hands reached down beneath my t-shirt…

Lifted the hem…

And grabbed my ass and began squeezing my cheeks.

And my hands reached down and began stroking his cock underneath his jeans.

He grunted and lifted the t-shirt up. I raised my arms over my head and let him remove it.

Then he stared at my chest… and his big fingers gently traced around my right nipple, making it even harder.

I groaned and tugged at his t-shirt.

I got it up far enough to see his rock-hard abs and got even wetter.

He took over and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I took the opportunity to run my fingers through his chest hair… to feel his enormous pecs… to touch the soft tips of his nipples, which were tiny but almost as hard as mine.

Then, as he went back to caressing my breasts, I hurriedly fumbled with his jeans.

I finally got them unbuttoned and unzipped, but his cock was so big that it took a little maneuvering to get it out.

All the while, he was stroking my breasts softly. It felt so good –

But I needed to see his cock.

I needed to touch it, to hold it, to feel it.

Finally, I pulled his jeans down far enough –

And it sprang out, wobbling in an upright position.

And I gasped.

Holy FUCK.

No WONDER I was sore…

His cock was enormous.

As long as my forearm and thick around as a baseball bat.

I was shocked he’d been able to get it inside me, to tell the truth…

Although I had just had the best orgasm of my life and squirted all over the place before he’d slipped it in. If I was going to take something that big, then that was the time to do it.

But besides the sheer size of it, I fucking loved the look of it.

Big and pink…

Veiny…

With a huge, swollen head…

I just stared at it like I couldn’t believe it.

Then I reached out my hand and touched it.

His skin was so soft…

But what was underneath it was so hard.

His cock jerked a little at my touch – a brief contraction that made it even bigger for a split second.

He grunted in pleasure…

And I slowly ran my fingers down the length of his shaft.

Jesus…

I reached his balls, which were huge and heavy. Everything about him was bigger than any other guy I’d been with before.

I rolled them softly in my palm, playing with them…

And then I leaned over and kissed the crown of his cock.

Scalding heat on my lips…

Soft skin…

And the clean smell of soap from his shower earlier.

He grunted as he felt my lips on him…

And his cock contracted again with a brief pulse…

And a tiny drop of dew beaded up from the slit in his crown.

I took his head in my mouth and tasted him…

Salty and pure.

I opened my mouth so I could take as much of him as possible –

But I couldn’t even get my lips all the way around his head.

But I wanted my mouth on his cock so bad…

So I shifted around and pushed him onto the bed.

Now, did I actually push him onto the bed?

No.

It would have been like trying to push over a concrete wall.

But he knew what I wanted, and he grinned and fell down on the mattress of his own accord.

The whole bed squeaked under his weight.

I struggled to pull his jeans off. He laughed and helped me, lifting his pelvis and pushing his pants further down his thighs as I pulled them off his feet.

Then he was lying on the bed completely naked… and I just held my breath and looked at him in awe.

It was like a bearded Greek god was lying there naked before me…

Complete with a god-like cock.

I scrambled up onto the bed beside him…

And then leaned over, facing his lap, and took his cock in both my hands…

And ran my tongue along his shaft, back and forth, wetting him down…

Until I got him wet enough that I could put my lips over him and glide my mouth back and forth over his shaft.

Think of corn on the cob… but instead of nibbling it, I got him wet with my tongue and lips.

‘Playing the harmonica,’ I guess you could call it.

With my right hand, I caressed his balls and tickled them…

And with my left hand, I lifted his shaft up so the pressure of my lips on his skin was even greater.

He groaned in ecstasy.

There was a little ridge of skin close to the crown… and I spent a lot of time licking it and moving my head back and forth rapidly, wetly sliding my lips over it.

And every time his cock pulsed, I would get my left palm wet with his pre-cum and circle his head.

He would gasp and curse – I guess it was pretty damn sensitive.

And he put out a lot of pre-cum, let me tell you.

When my left hand was sopping wet, I rubbed my hands together so I got both of them slippery…

Then I straddled his chest with my ass in his face.

Which was something of a feat, let me tell you. He had a wide chest, and I almost felt like I was doing a split.

But arranged like that, I began to rub my slippery hands up and down his cock…

And it was so fucking hot.

I tried to fit the head of his cock in my mouth again, but it was hurting my jaw to keep it open that far, so I contented myself with licking his crown.

He didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, he found something to occupy himself…

And it was so good, it almost rendered me incapable of doing anything for him.