Page 108 of Mafia King: Matteo
I check his temperature and play nurse for the remainder of the afternoon. Federico serves us dinner in our suite and picks the tray up before he leaves for the night. I thank him profusely.
I sleep past dawn. It’s Sunday, and I find his bad arm draped over my midsection. Our legs are intertwined. I can’t move. There is no way for me to move without waking him. I pretend to sleep, and he wakes up despite the fact I’m still.
He kisses my dry lips. “How’s my angel?”
“Fine.” I stretch, and he sits on the edge of the bed. “I need a shower. Would you care to take one with me?”
“I’d love to.” I walk him to the shower and run the water. I wrap his arm with plastic wrap the doctor gave him. I don’t ask if he went to the hospital. I assume he has a man on the payroll to handle these things. The plastic sleeve protects his bandaged area.
We step into the shower. I run the square bar of soap over his toned body. He insists on washing my back, and I let him. I admit it feels good, and he’s gentle and romantic as he kisses me softly. I turn off the water and help him dry off. I know he’s feeling better when he playfully grabs at my boobs. I dodge him, but he manages to slap my naked ass.
“That hurts!”
“You liked it, didn’t you?”
“Mm, the doctor said you have to take it easy.”
“Fuck that. I’m the king, and what I say goes. Your pussy and your heart belong to me and no one else. Ever!”
He lunges for me. I scamper into the bedroom and hop on the bed. He tackles me, and it’s game over. After more than an hour of having every inch of my body covered with kisses and having orgasmed twice, I want to make his day special.
“I want to give you a blow job. You’re doing too much.”
“Angel, I’d love to see your lips on my cock.”
He stands by the bed. His veined cock is hard. I kneel on the floor and take him into my mouth. I lick myself off of him and ride my hand up and down his shaft as I flick my tongue over his head and take delight in the fact that he moans and arches his back. He’s so long that I have to be careful not to suffocate. I love knowing I can pleasure him this way.
He has fists in my hair. I bob my head fully, taking him into my mouth, and move my hand faster and faster.
“Fuck,” he groans as he explodes into my mouth, and I swallow. I lick him clean.
“That’s so hot. You’re amazing.”
“I like doing that with you, only you.”
His face softens as he kisses me deeply. “Let’s get out of the house. I need some fresh air.”
“Is it safe?”
“I have a temporary truce with the Irish. Gio texted me last night. We’ll talk. We both want a peaceful resolution.”
“Did you do something?”
“Not anything he would know of, but who knows?”
Matteo’s phone rings.
“Yes, Gio. I’m resting.” Matteo talks first, and then he listens to Gio speaking in Italian. “Fine. Pick us up in ten.”
“What’s going on?”
“Gio received a message. It appears Gabriella Moretti’s sister wants to speak to us.”
“Us?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
