Chapter 110

Excitement filled me as I braced myself.

God, this is happening.

I sensed him taking out his dick, but I didn't bother to look as I anticipated the best dick ever.

He pressed my back, making me lower myself to give him more access.

Fuck, my ass I literally on the air to his eyes.

I felt his finger rub on my dripping entrance slightly before something huge entered me slowly.

I gripped the sheets as pain took over me.

Fuck.

He continued moving into me, making me let out a hard breath.

God, he is so huge.

"Fuck...." I heard him mutter.

I held onto the sheets tighter as he moved into me completely.

I let out a whimper, feeling stuffed again.

Oh my.....

I got a sting spank from him, making me let out a scream.

Fuck!

I wasn't expecting that.

He pulled out a bit and pushed into me again.

"Uh...."

He did it again.

And again.

Repeatedly.

I rested my face on the bed, licking my lips as he went on.

The pain was getting replaced slowly as I sensed him run his hand up my back, and he wrapped my hair around his hand slowly.

Next, he pulled my hair, forcing my head up and dragged it back.

A whimper left my lips, but I couldn't help but smile afterward.

Oh God.

He began pounding into me harder.

I let out moans as he gave me hard strokes, fucking me very seriously.

Oh fuck.

Pleasure upon pleasure overshadowed my body as he went on.

He spanked me again, making me let out a scream.

Fuck, I love it.

Keep going, sir. Don't stop!

He gripped my waist and my hair tight as he banged me hard.

Harder.

No mercy.

Not even a tiny one.

My legs felt very weak as he went on.

And on.

And on.

Fucking my brains out.

Oh heavens!

This feels so good!

I moaned helping as he sent on.

He reached for my neck, making me stand straight a bit, but my ass was still up, and he was still banging me as he gripped my neck, sniffing my hair as he pound into me.

God, this is insane!

I held his hand around my neck, loving the wildness. He turned my face to the side and claimed my lips roughly.

I hummed a bit as he kissed me hungrily.

He released my lips and made me fall back on the bed as he increased his pace, thrusting into me like a manic.

"Fuck, Adrian!"

He went on and on.

I rose my face up from the bed, moving my scattered hair to back and off my face as I took the hard and insane stroke this Greek god of a man was giving.

He spanked me harder and twice, making me scream.

"Fuck!"

He went on.

Thrusting into me.

Pounding me.

Banging me.

Fucking me!

This is so better than our first night together.

This is a hard fuck like he said.

Will I be able to walk tomorrow?

I don't care. I will get a wheelchair.

This is so good!

He went ballistic, thrusting harder and spanking my ass at the same time.

"Fuck, yes! Don't stop, sir. It feels so good!"

He went on.

"Oh, God!"

I felt my climax coming.

"Adrian, fuck!....right there... don't stop, please!" I begged shamelessly.

He raised one of my legs up as he hit me harder.

"Oh my God!"

And harder.

And harder.

Hitting deep into me like a wild beast.

Fuck!

I am going to cum!

"Uhhhhhh!!!!!!fuck!!!!!!!!" I came harder than ever. Pleasure took over me incredibly.

Fuck!

He is still going.

And going.

And going.

God, it is unbearable!

"Adrian!"

He pulled out of me and I felt his cum on my ass as I collapsed on the bed, and he fell next to me.

My pussy throbbed violently as we panted continuously.

I licked my lips, opened my eyes and rested them on him.

He is staring at the ceiling, panting continuously.

"That was..... incredible," I said.

He looked at me.

God, he is the best.

He has ruined me.

Fuck.

"No one is allowed to touch you," he said in between breaths.

My heart fluttered.

"Not even my son," he added, staring at me sternly while still panting.

Sir, you have ruined me for any man. My body belongs to you even before you touch it.

"Do you hear me?" he asked.

"Yes, sir,"

His eyes fell on my lips and returned to my eyes.

God, what a man.

NEXT DAY.....

I opened my eyes to the rays of the sun hitting my face.

I stirred to the side to get away from the sun but realized I was alone on the bed.

Again.

I let out a sigh, stirred again and rested my eyes on the windows regardless of the sun.

Can he ever remain in bed?

Sighing, I sat up and stared at the empty room.

Where is he?

He can't leave me here in this big house and go back to his wife, can he?

God, I forget the fact that he is married whenever I enjoy a good moment with him.

Evelyn, you are sleeping with a married man.

How did you get here?

It is just hitting me right now.

Fuck.

I rubbed my face slightly, letting out a sigh.

Well, I don't care.

Last night was fucking fun and hot.

A wild!

Damn!

Smiling, I moved out of bed and got on my feet.

I felt the weakness of my poor legs and the soreness of my devoured pussy.

"Fuck," I muttered, smiling.

I took slow steps towards the bathroom, which felt like I was limping.

Geez.

I can't walk properly.

What has he done to me?

I chuckled as I got to the bathroom. I did my business, used a new toothbrush I saw there, washed my face and headed back to the room.

Limping.

Yeah.

No, that's too extreme. But I literally can't walk properly.

Damn.

I smiled at the thought of last night. The way he manhandled me in the best way ever.

Smiling, I took steps out of the room, walked along the quiet hallway till I got to the stairs.

A very pleasant aroma filled my nose as I descended the stairs.

God, who is cooking?

That chef I saw the last time I was here?

I followed the aroma after I descended the stairs and walked towards the kitchen.

The aroma became stronger but I froze.

Guess what.

The Don is cooking.

What in God's name am I seeing?

He is standing close to the cooking gas, dressed in his sweatpants and tank top, and he has a fucking apron on him and his hands are doing the magic.

Shut the front door.

"You cook?" I asked, claiming his attention momentarily.

He faced the meal.

"Good morning to you too," he said without looking at me.

"Good morning," I said, still amazed by what I am seeing right now.

He fucking cook.

Now that's a sexy chef.

Wait, he cooked the meal we ate last night?

"Did you cook the meal from last night?" I asked.

He turned off the gas, sighing as he picked up a hand towel, wiping his hands as he walked towards the island.

"You did, right?" I asked.

His eyes rested on me.

"Go to the table and sit down. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes," he said.

I scoffed a bit happily.

"Okay," I said, heading out.

Geez. He cook.

A mafia Don, Don Adrian Morelli, knows how to cook.

A Don that fucks good and cooks good.

What more talent does he have? I really want to know.

I took a seat on the one I sat on last night, thinking about what I saw.

I honestly can't wait to have that meal. It smells divine.

He walked out of the kitchen and towards me with two plates in his hands. He placed one in front of his seat and another he placed in front of me before sitting next to me and on the head chair.

This feels exciting.

I looked at him.

He is seated quietly, looking at me.

I furrowed my brows a bit.

"Um.... isn't the meal ready yet?" I asked with a smile.

He kept staring at me without responding.

What is he thinking?

"Are you wearing panties?" he asked, making my heart pick up as I shifted nervously on the seat.

Why is he asking that?

He raised a brow.

"No. You ripped off the only one I had. Remember?" I asked.

His eyes dropped on my body, making me uneasy but turned on again.

What is he.....

"Get on the plate," he ordered.

I furrowed my brows slightly.

He is staring at me.

"What?"

He patted the plate in front of him, attracting my eyes.

"Come sit on it," he said.

My weak legs weakened all over again.

Does he mean....

"Go on," he urged.

God, he is serious.

I got on my feet slowly, and moved towards him. His eyes rested on me as I moved in front of him. He gave me access as I stood in front of him properly without taking my eyes off him.

And his eyes were still glued on me. I placed my hands on the table as my heart pounded in anticipation of what he was about to do.

I moved to get on the table....well, on the plate as he ordered, but he helped me effortlessly, placing me on the plate.

He moved me further onto the table, making the plate make a sound as he spread my legs apart, and I placed my elbows back on the table to support me.

Oh fuck.

He moved his seat closer as he stared at my bareness.

This is insane.

Gosh.

His eyes moved to me.

I stared at him as my heart pounded superfast.

"Relax," he said.

Fuck.

He returned his eyes to my bare pussy. He gripped my hips tightly, bringing me closer.

My legs shook before I felt a contact but I went nuts the minute his head disappeared, and I got a wet lick from his wicked tongue.

"Fuck...."

He moved his tongue up and down my clit and moved in circles, making me close my eyes as I threw my head back.

God, I am literally the breakfast.

His fucking breakfast.

Fuck!

He gripped my hips tighter and closer while licking me at a fast speed.

Oh God.

He began sucking my clit and I couldn't help but reach for his hair.

He moved my hand away as he sucked me harder.

My elbows holding me up lost balance and I collapsed on the bed.

I mean table.

Fuck, my senses don't work anymore!

He licked and sucked sequentially.

Oh, good God!

He groaned, sucking and eating me out mercilessly.

I gripped the sides of the table to hold my balance.

He went on and on.

Sucking.

Licking.

Fucking me with his lips.

Circles.

Up and down.

Fuck!

I felt my climax coming.

"Adrian....." I breathed, making him insert two fingers as he sucked my clit hard.

"Adrian!!!!!!!" I came hard again, my pussy and my legs shaking violently.

God Good.

That just happened.

He licked me dry, took all my juice in and cleaned me up.

Fuck.

That's demonic.

Sexiness demonic thing I have ever witnessed.

He keeps getting better and better.

Damn!

I looked at him, my legs still shaking.

He is wiping the corner of his lips with a napkin, looking at me.

Fuck.

He is bad.

I love it.

"Now..." He began, placing the napkin on the table as he looked at me. "I will go get breakfast," he said, getting on his feet and heading towards the kitchen.

Damn.

MINUTES LATER......

I flickered my eyes at him as we ate. He is sipping his wine, silent since we started eating this delicious meal of his.

He hasn't said anything to me since he walked in with our meal.

You would think he didn't just feed on me some minutes ago.

Fuck.

That will definitely hunt me for life.

Hunted stuff has never been this sexy.

Damn.

I faced my meal but looked at him again.

I want to hear him speak. The silence is killing me.

"How did you learn how to cook so well?" I asked.

He chewed his meal as I waited for an answer.

"I learned from the cook when I started living with the Don before me," he said.

Wow.

"I do it whenever I am less busy. It is one of my hobbies," he said, looking at me.

I smiled at him.

"What are yours?" he asked.

"What?"

"Your hobbies?"

Staring at you.

You are so gorgeous.

"Um.... reading romance novels," I said.

"Interesting," he said, facing his meal.

"Mafia romance novels," I added, making him look at me.

I rested my eyes on him.

"Interesting too. But, you shouldn't fill your head with those kinds of things, little girl. You will end up craving a life like that. Which is actually just a random thought. It is not real," he said, facing his meal.

"Yeah. Yet I ended up with you." I said, making him look at me.

I held his gaze, feeling my heart racing.

I lowered my gaze on my almost finished meal.

I think I am full.

"Thanks for the meal," I said, picking up my plate and glass. I walked past him and into the kitchen. I put my plate in the sink, letting out a sigh as he filled my head.

My heart continued racing.

God, what is this feeling?

Sighing, I turned on the water and began washing the plate.

I sensed him walking in, making my heart pace increase. He walked closer, and I felt him right behind me.

My legs weakened again and again.

He placed the plate in the sink and I felt his hand wrapping my waist.

I froze, feeling electrifying shivers running down my spine.

He sniffed my hair, lowering his face on my shoulder, sniffing me again as he placed a kiss on my neck.

I closed my eyes to the sensation, feeling excited. He moved his hand up my breasts, gripping them.

I let out a breath, loving every touch.

He turned me around, making me face him as he held me closer.

His gray eyes have never been more wicked and more gorgeous.

He is perfect.

I will say that over and over again.

He is fucking perfect!

His eyes fell on my lips.

Mine fell on his.

We returned to each other's eyes.

My heart raced superfast as he began leaning in.

I closed my eyes slowly, awaiting the contact of his lips.

But.....

"Dad!"

My heart dropped as I opened my eyes, locking them with his.

Is that.....

"Dad!"

Mario's familiar voice boomed from outside the kitchen, making us look towards the kitchen entrance door.

"He might be upstairs," Carlos' familiar voice came through too!

Carlos is here too.

"Dad, are you in?!"

Oh God.