Mafia Kings: Massimo: Dark Mafia Romance Series #3

I blearily opened my eyes as the shower came on in the bathroom.

First sensation: gentle light filtering through the window, casting shadows on the wall in front of me.

Second sensation: delicious warmth all around me, with the sheets and covers tucked around me in a snug little cocoon.

Third sensation:

Really sore pussy.

My eyes opened wide as I remembered everything from last night.

Everything he’d done to my ass –

Everything else he’d done –

And how hard I had come, over and over.

I giggled involuntarily, and my hand flew to my mouth to stifle it.

Holy SHIT, that was the best sex EVER.

All the women moaning and writhing in the movies and shows on Netflix?

Now I understood.

That’s what I’d been searching for the last three years, and I’d always been disappointed.

Last night, I’d finally found it.

WOW, had I found it.

I sat up in bed and realized I still had my t-shirt on.

I also realized I wasn’t just sore but also weak as hell.

My legs felt like I’d run a marathon. (Not that I had any idea what running a marathon actually felt like – I just assumed you’d be this weak the next morning.)

My stomach felt like I’d done a couple hundred sit-ups.

But it was a pleasant ache…

Because I remembered what had caused it.

Tons and tons of orgasms…

Given to me by the hottest guy I’d ever been with.

I bit my finger and stared off into space as I relived it…

Him caressing my g-spot…

His tongue in my ass as I fingered my clit…

Me squirting…

And his cock…This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Oh God, his COCK.

Then I realized I hadn’t even gotten a good look at it.

No fair!

I’d sure as shit felt it, though.

Every last incredible inch of it…

SO long… SO thick… SO huge…

Mmmmmmmmm…

Jesus, I was already getting wet, and I wasn’t sure my poor little pussy could take another pounding like he’d given me last night.

Massimo…

I mouthed his name silently, feeling the shape of it on my lips…

Remembering how I’d screamed it last night as I’d come…

And then I remembered kissing him afterwards.

His lips were so gentle… so romantic…

The best sex of my life, and the best kiss, too.

Funnily enough, the kissing had been after the fucking.

I was getting wet remembering them both.

Damn, I need to stop thinking about it…

The water shut off in the bathroom.

I pulled the covers over my naked lap and felt silly for being so shy.

It wasn’t like he’d railed the shit out of me last night or anything. (Sarcasm.)

I waited expectantly for him to walk in…

Completely naked…

So I could finally get a peek at that enormous cock…

And watch it swinging back and forth, soft and huge…

But I didn’t get my peepshow.

He didn’t come back in the bedroom.

Instead, I heard the floorboards creak out in the kitchen.

Dammit…

I was gonna have to go sneak a peek on my own.

I pulled the covers off me and swung my legs over the side of the bed –

And was like, Holy SHIT.

My pussy felt hot and swollen…

And my legs felt wobbly as fuck.

I forced myself onto my feet and walked unsteadily to the bedroom door.

I thought of baby deer in nature documentaries and how they struggled to stand immediately after being born.

I totally sympathized.

As I walked, I felt something wet trickling down my leg –

OH MY GOD.

I’d forgotten – he’d come inside me.

No condom.

Also another first.

When sleeping with a bunch of rando’s you meet at a club, best to use a rubber.

Last night, I hadn’t even thought about it.

I’d never experienced a guy’s cum trickling down my leg…

And if it had been from anybody else in my catalog of one-night stands, I probably would have found it disgusting.

But now it just made me relive the sensations of Massimo’s huge cock exploding inside me –

How he sounded when he bellowed OH FUCK, I’M COMING –

The sensation of his cum spurting hot and thick inside me –

The way I’d orgasmed again when he did it –

And I got turned on even more.

But I wasn’t going into the kitchen to see him with a bunch of his cum leaking out of me…

So I gritted my teeth and headed into the bathroom.

After using the toilet, I brushed my teeth. There was a new toothbrush still in the box, lying on the counter next to a tube of toothpaste.

Massimo must have gotten them at the grocery store yesterday.

That was nice of him…

Once I brushed my teeth, I got into the shower with trepidation… and winced as I turned on the water.

Bad mistake – bad mistake! –

FUCK!

I yelped and made a face of utter and complete misery as ice-cold water sprayed my chest.

NO, BAD, UNH-UH, NOPE –

And then the cold water rushing down my body hit my pussy.

…ahhhhhhhh…

The soreness and feelings of uncomfortable heat went down several notches.

I backed off and just let the water hit my pussy and thighs.

I still felt miserable from the cold, but at least it had a silver lining.

I eventually used a bar of soap – still covered with bubbles from when Massimo had used it – and gave my downstairs a gentle but thorough washing.

Once I was sure everything was nice and clean, I scrubbed my pits and ass and washed everything off.

That was about all I could stand of the freezing cold, so I turned off the water, opened the shower curtain –

And found a dry, fluffy towel folded and waiting for me on the towel rack.

Awwww…

I hadn’t even thought of drying off before I got in – but he had. Even without knowing whether I was going to take a shower or not.

I held the towel to my face to cover my smile.

No other guy had ever been that thoughtful…

And no other guy made me feel like he had last night.

I’m gonna have to keep THIS one around for a while.