تسجيل الدخولDante had to be one of the clumsiest blow jobs he'd given. But Matthias didn't care. Just having him on his knees, submitting to him, was enough. Besides, Matthias liked the way Dante was exploring with him. He sucked on the head, his tongue probing his slit before he popped free of Matthias' length. Dante licked the underside of his cock. A groan fell from Matthias' lips.Taking a deep breath, Dante swallowed his cock, sucking and using his tongue to create friction on the underside. Matthias swelled, precum seeping onto Dante's tongue.He took him deeper but slowly before he pulled free to lick at the base and trace the veins with his tongue. Dante's knees throbbed but he didn't care. His own cock was aching, his balls getting heavy. He sucked Matthias' shaft again, trying to take him all the way to the back of his throat.He gagged, and that sound was what caused Matthias to take charge. With a growl, Matthias grabbed the sides of his head and snapped his hips forward. He shoved hi
"Two, you like it when I take control, dominate you, call you dirty names. Degradation and submission. You're a bottom," Matthias was smug."I'm not," Dante was defensive."Liar. You'd rather sit back and receive than reciprocate. Though I think you do enjoy starting some sexual acts, simple ones like kissing and touching and a little knife play, I know you'd rather let me fuck your tight hole.""I can top too, Matthias.""Then fuck me. Come on. Pound me with your mighty dick," Matthias goaded him.How the hell did Matthias know? It was like he knew so much about Dante, better than Dante knew himself.Matthias had spent enough time to know how Dante's body responded. But still, it wasn't enough. Dante's body had so many secrets. Secrets that he wanted to tap into. Secrets that he wanted to manipulate and play with."Three." Matthias' fingers slid down Dante's body to his cock. Dante was hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. How strange was it that when women did it, he neve
Expansion. That was what Gianpaolo told him. They wanted to make sure that their assets in the States were as strong as Italy.Dante stared at the stack of paperwork in his new office, a construction company. Gianpaolo had given him the position here. On the outside, the Silver Bricks Cooperation built hospitals, malls, roads, and buildings, even donated to charities for the poor and sick. But beneath all of that, they laundered money.Pietro was still running through cameras looking for Antonio. It was a little hard for him to do so without alerting the American authorities. Even their contact in the FBI couldn't do much to help them.The thing is, America wasn't really their turf. Sure, they had families working for them here for years, decades even. But there was a lot of competition. There was bound to be war and bloodshed.Why didn't Gianpaolo give him a bar or club to manage? He was much more suited for that.A groan fell from his lips as he went through the paperwork. Hours pas
Dante was a quivering mess. Dante was surprised to find that he was sobbing too. Maybe the orgasm was too intense.Here he was, lying in Matthias' bed, cumming for God knows how many times. Matthias was pounding inside him, his thick cock pulsing cum, filling him up. Every inch of his skin was stimulated and he was on the edge. Matthias didn't stop. He fucked Dante through his post-orgasm, making him extremely sensitive.He let Matthias do whatever he wanted to him. Then his eyelids became heavy and, when Matthias collapsed on the bed beside him, Dante succumbed to sleep.Dante stirred, his eyes fluttering open as sunlight illuminated the room. He was surprised that he had a rather peaceful night. Not that he didn't have them often. But this time it felt different. He looked up and found himself lying on a warm pillow which... was Matthias.Realization struck him as the memories of last night came tumbling back. He was drunk, and he kissed Matthias and let him fuck him. He even let hi
Matthias was going to have Dante all to himself like he had been fantasizing. He pulled his pants down, unbuttoning his shirt. Matthias watched the way Dante's breath hitched when he saw his chest. He knew that Dante liked it but was in denial. Not to mention that he was a little drunk. Dante might not be clear-headed right now, but Matthias didn't care.Dante's gaze fell to his cock, and he swallowed. Dante's own was hard, straining in his pants."Take your clothes off," he demanded.Dante hesitated before he slowly removed his clothes. He stood before Matthias, naked and hard, leaking precum."Are we really doing it here?" Dante sounded nervous.Matthias approached him, his cock brushing against Dante's, causing a gasp to fall from his lips."Yes. We are. I'm going to do as I please to your body, and you are going to obey every one of my commands."Lust and desire flashed across Dante's blue eyes. "I don't—""But you will. I know you will be a good, obedient slut for me. Won't you?"
Before Craig could touch his lips, Dante felt himself being yanked back. Craig's face whipped to the side and he stumbled backward, yelping."Matthias?" Dante narrowed his eyes.His vision was a little blurry and he staggered, courtesy of the alcohol. Was he seeing right? But why would Matthias be here?"What the fuck, man?!" Craig yelled, rubbing the blood from the corner of his mouth."Stay the fuck away from him. He's mine," Matthias warned, glaring at the man.Okay. So the voice was indeed Matthias'. He was really here."Fuck. You didn't tell me you were taken. Shit," Craig turned around, looking pissed."Craig, wait—ah!" Dante didn't get to reach out to Craig as he was slammed against the wall, Matthias seething in his face."And you dared say you're not gay? I told you to give me a week. You never replied, just left without a fucking word," Matthias said, pinning him to the wall.Dante's heart pounded, a feeling he didn't feel when he was with Craig.A week was just the start. M







