Page 18 of Mafia King: Matteo
MATTEO
I want to say it was a coincidence that Alena and I happened to meet, but I’m too calculating. I leave very little up to chance.
“Are we on a first-name basis yet, Mr. Grey?” She flirts.
“Not yet. But soon.” I know not knowing my real name drives her crazy, but I like the mystique of it.
“A true man of mystery,” she says with a smile and lights up the dark interior of the limo. It’s a dreary day filled with gray skies.
I push a button, and the one-way glass between us closes. I wasn’t prepared for her to sit so close to me in the warm, confined space. She smells fresh and sweet.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, Angelica?” I refrain from smiling. I’m not overly affectionate with women I fuck.
“It’s your limo,” she states, evading the question.
“So it is,” I reply before I lean down and claim her red lips. They are soft, like pillows.
She eagerly meets my increasing demand on her lips, and her arms snake around my neck. I loosen my tie before I pull her into my broad chest. I inhale her soft, scented perfume as I run my hand through her long hair. Her lips are sublime, and my cock grows hard.
She rubs over the zipper that contains my stallion and moans softly as I suck on her neck.
I should be dealing with Mr. Wu, but I can’t resist my desire to be with her. I like the name Angelica, but I can’t help but wonder what her legal name is. One of my associates is gathering information on her, so her real name will be forthcoming.
“What will it be, Angel?” I ask. “I have a meeting to attend. I don’t have a lot of time.”
She unzips my pants, and my cock salutes her. She helps me push down my boxers and sinks to her knees on the limo floor. Wrapping her manicured red nails around my cock, she strokes the shaft and takes my tip in her mouth.
Fuck! Her lips are gorgeous, and I stare, fascinated by this well-dressed socialite with a sex drive. I find her thrilling.
“That feels so good. I love watching you fuck me with your gorgeous lips,” I say, placing my hand on her head. I want to toss her like a rag doll and explore her body.
I’m oblivious to the limo starting or stopping in traffic. Time has no meaning. I’m experiencing the most exquisite euphoria, surpassed only by her warm pussy milking me last night.
Her mouth moves expertly, sucking my balls and filling her throat with my cock. I groan and fist her thick hair.
I’m on the verge of coming.
“Stop,” I order her.
Her lips freeze on my cock. It takes all my willpower not to explode.
I place my hands on her shapely sides and lift her off the floorboards.
“I want to fuck you now.”
“You have a meeting.”
“Fuck the meeting. I have to have you,” I reply. I begin to undress her, peeling off layers of clothing. Her hands are on my suit, pushing my jacket off my shoulders. I shrug out of my jacket and fling it on the seat across from us.
“You’re wearing too much,” I complain.
“Will people see us?” she asks, shrugging out of her coat.
“Do you care?”
“Not really,” she murmurs between kisses on my neck. I pull my thin T-shirt over my head and toss it. Her nails gently rake over my back before she moves a hand to caress my face. I unbutton her blouse and tug it off. I unhook her bra, and her boobs spring forth like a fountain of youth. I promptly take a nipple between my teeth, giving her a nip that makes her squeal. I massage her boobs as I repeatedly flick a thumb over her pert nipples.
Her blue eyes remind me of the azure water off Italy’s coast. I’m sinking into them as I pull her skirt up and sink two fingers into her pussy.
