Mafia Kings: Dario by Olivia Thorn

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Istood outside his bedroom for almost 30 seconds before I found the courage to knock on the closed door.

More like gentle rapping, really.

Actually, just the faintest tap.

There wasn’t any answer, so I turned to go –

“Come in,” Dario’s voice said from within.

I winced.

Oh no…

When I opened the door and walked in, I felt like I was wearing lead boots.

Then I gasped.

Dario was leaning over his desk, looking at something on a laptop.

He had on dark slacks –

But the rest of him was naked.

His skin was still damp from the shower. Droplets of water traced the curves of his muscles, and his wet hair hung in strands across his forehead.

He looked up, saw me, and his mood darkened.

“Close the door,” he ordered.

I shut it with a trembling hand.

He stood up and walked over to me.

His massive chest rippled, and his abs cast shadows from the bright light of the windows.

He had all sorts of tattoos: black swirling patterns, guns, skulls, phrases in Italian like ‘Family Above All.’

They seemed dangerous… mysterious… and I stared at them in wonder.

Well… actually, I was staring at his gorgeous body, and the tattoos just happened to be there.

He stopped right in front of me and looked down. Even in his bare feet, he towered above me.

“You came into my room earlier,” he said.

It wasn’t a question.

“…yes,” I admitted.

“What did Niccolo tell you about the eastern wing of the second floor?”

“But Caterina was going to deliver your breakfast, and she was busy,” I lied, “and she wanted me to help her – ”

Dario put up a hand. I stopped talking immediately.

“What did Niccolo tell you about the eastern wing of the second floor?”

I cast my eyes down at the floor. “…not to come here.”

“And yet you did.”

“…yes.”

“And then you looked in at me while I was in the shower.”

My eyes flew up to his face in a panic.

He was staring at me angrily.

“…yes,” I whispered and looked back down at the floor.

“Do you do that a lot? Spy on people?”

“No,” I protested, even as I guiltily thought of Caterina and Valentino the other day.

Dario grabbed my chin roughly and lifted my face. “Look at me.”

I stared into his dark eyes. I could barely breathe.

“You watched me while I was naked,” he said.

I bit my lower lip and nodded mutely.

“Then I think it’s only fair I see you naked,” he said.

My eyes grew wide. “Dario – ”

“DON Rosolini to you.”

“…Don… Rosolini…”

“Yes?”

“Please… I don’t…”

“It wasn’t a question,” he said, his voice deep and smoky.

My heart was thudding in my chest…

My face felt scorching hot…

And between my legs, I felt the same throbbing desire as last night.

But I just stood there staring into his eyes.

He kept his right hand on my chin, forcing me to look up at him…

And with his left hand, he started to undo the buttons that went down the front of my dress.

“No,” I whispered.

“You said that last night,” he growled. “Did it change anything?”

I didn’t answer.

I just kept staring into his eyes like I was hypnotized.

One button was already undone, down to my collarbone.

I felt him do the next…

Then the next…

Until his knuckles grazed my breast.

I drew in a sharp breath.

He continued to undo the buttons one by one until the front of my dress was slightly open all the way to my stomach.

Then he gently slid my dress off my left shoulder.

“Please, don’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He ignored me and slipped the cloth off my right shoulder.

My dress dropped into a pile at my feet.

I didn’t have a bra on, only my panties…

So I was standing there almost completely naked before him.

I closed my eyes.

My entire body was on fire… and yet I wanted to be consumed by it.

His hand left my face, and suddenly I felt his rough fingers on my back…

Tracing my spine…

Down to my ass.

His fingers grasped my panties and slid them down my thighs.

As he did it, his body touched me –

His hot, damp skin brushing against mine –

His hard muscles pressing against my breasts.

I moaned as I felt him…

And wanted to feel so much more.

Seconds later, his lips were on mine.

Soft…

Sensual…

And as he kissed me, his hands touched me everywhere.

Allover my body.

Gliding down my arms…

Caressing my back…

Cupping my ass…

One hand gently stroking my right breast…

Making my firm nipple even harder…

And then gliding down to the thatch of hair between my legs.

I felt drunk…

Swooning…

And I lifted my hands for the first time to touch him.

I could only touch him because my eyes were closed. That way I didn’t have to watch myself sin.

My fingers glided over his massive shoulders…

The rippling muscles of his back…

I even traced my fingers across his rock-hard abs.

Then he pressed himself against me, and I felt something hard.

I broke off from the kiss so I could look down.

Inside his pants, his…

His cock…

Was huge and stiff as it jutted at an angle to the side.

My jaw dropped open as I stared at it.

No matter how big his cock had looked when it was dangling in the shower, it was so much bigger now, even though it was still hidden beneath his slacks.

So THAT was what Cat meant about it getting hard…

I reached out a trembling hand and touched it…

Cupped it with my palm…

Ran my fingers down the length of it…

Held it tight in my grasp.

I could feel the heat of it radiating through the cloth.

Dario groaned –

And then suddenly he picked me up and swept me off my feet.

One arm supported my back, while the other was under the bend of my knees.

I cried out in surprise.

Before I knew it, he had walked over to the bed and thrown me down on the silken sheets.

Their touch on my naked skin felt delicious.

I also couldn’t believe how good it felt to be picked up by a strong man and tossed like it was nothing.

But when I looked at Dario’s face, I was frightened –

Because he seemed absolutely insane with desire.

He loomed over me –

And then suddenly he lowered his head between my legs.

I gasped as I felt his beard along the inside of my legs –

And then he kissed the lips of my pussy.

I groaned and closed my eyes.

It felt so good –

And then it got ten times better.

He began to lick me… my legs at first, and then my lips…

And finally the hot little button of pleasure he had touched last night.

My clit…

His tongue circled it gently.

“OH MY GOD,” I cried out as I grabbed his head and gripped his wet hair with my fingers.

He licked me so softly, so sweetly –

His hot tongue wet against my clit –

And then the pressure built like it had last night.

Faster, firmer, hotter, wetter –

And I began to come.

My back arched as the first waves of pleasure rolled through me from head to toe.

I screamed out loud as he continued to lick.

The pleasure just built, and built, and built –

And I screamed some more as I thrashed my body on his silk sheets.

It went on for several minutes: me thinking I had hit a new peak of pleasure, only to be taken higher.

But gradually the waves began to subside.

I stopped moaning and wriggling…

And his tongue withdrew from my clit.

I felt a little disappointed –

Until I felt something new.

Something amazing.

His tongue was parting my lips…

And moving inside me.

I gasped.

It was wet and hot and incredible…

And it sparked a hunger to take more inside me, to feel completely filled up.

His tongue was just teasing me…

I wanted more. So much more.

“Dario,” I gasped.

He stopped what he was doing and said, “What?”

I swallowed hard… then said in a tremulous voice, “Can I see it?”

I had a throbbing need – a desperate desire that wouldn’t go away until satisfied.

“I just… want to see it,” I whispered.

He backed away from the bed and stood. “Come and do it yourself, then.”

I felt a mixture of shame and overwhelming desire.

Desire won out.

I scooted to the edge of the bed and put my palms flat against his magnificent abs.

Then I looked up at him.

He smiled down at me. “…well?”

I bit my lower lip… then fumbled with his pants.

I undid the button in the waistband… then I pulled down the zipper.

He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

As soon I saw the thatch of curly dark hair at the bottom of his abs, my mouth began to water.

I slowly tugged his pants down. It was difficult because his cock was at an angle, and I had to get the pants down over it –

But what little I saw made me even hungrier.

The base of his cock was very thick…

And very hard…

And with veins that stood up underneath his skin.

I slowly slid the pants down, watching as more of his shaft was exposed…

Until finally the material slid over the end and his entire cock was freed.

I gasped as it sprang up in the air.

The head was bulbous and huge…

And there was a beautiful upward curve to it.

The size of him…

The masculinity of his body… of his cock…

I had never felt more feminine in my entire life.

I wanted to touch it so bad.

I put out a tentative hand, then drew back.

I looked up at him as though asking permission…

And he nodded.

I reached out again…

And this time took his cock in my hand.

I moaned involuntarily.

The skin was so soft…

But just underneath, it was hard as stone.

And so hot to the touch.

I slowly traced my hand up and down its length…

And he grunted.

I felt his cock spasm once in my hand. It grew the tiniest bit in size, just for an instant.

The swollen head expanded just a bit –

And a tiny bead of clear liquid seeped out from the slit in the swollen head.

I stared at it in wonder…

And without thinking, I leaned forward and put my lips around the tip to taste it.

It was salty… but I loved the taste.

And I loved how slippery it was on my lips.

I kissed his cock softly…

And he groaned.

I looked up to see him with his head flung back, the cords in his neck tight.

He liked it.

I grinned and began to kiss him some more… slowly… delicately…

While I slowly caressed him with my fingers, gently running my hand up and down the length of his shaft.

Suddenly he stepped back, which pulled his cock out of my grasp.

I felt indignant, like he had taken away the thing I wanted most –

And then his strong hands lifted me up in the air and threw me effortlessly back on the bed.

I shrieked in surprise and delight as I landed on my back –

Then watched lustfully as he crawled up on the bed, his cock jutting up in the air towards me.

I realized what he intended, and suddenly I was filled with fear.

“Dario… no…” I whispered.

He ignored me and pried my legs apart – and then positioned himself between them.

“Dario, no!” I whimpered.

“Quiet,” he growled.

He took his cock in his hand and guided it towards my pussy.

My entire body tensed as I waited for him to enter me –

But he didn’t.

Instead, he put the underside of his cock between the lips of my pussy, parting them, and began to slide up and down the full length of his shaft.

The underside of his cock grew slick from my wetness –

And suddenly his bare skin was gliding over my clit.

It felt amazing.

I cried out as he moved back and forth – his hard cock sliding wetly across my clit – up, up, up, then down, down, down.

“I told you I wouldn’t take you until you begged me,” he murmured in my ear. “But I also said I was going to do everything else to you that I wanted.”

The pressure of his wet cock across my clit intensified.

I gasped in pleasure and raked my fingers across his shoulders.

Then he began to kiss me – and I passionately kissed him back –

All while he was thrusting between my legs and rubbing his cock across my clit.

I began to come less than 30 seconds later…

But this time, every slippery stroke across my clit lasted a couple of seconds and made me go higher and higher with pleasure.

His cock pressed even more firmly into me –

And I came even harder.

I didn’t know where one orgasm ended and another began as they all overlapped.

I couldn’t contain myself. I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Suddenly he was bellowing like a bull –

And I felt something hot and wet squirt across my belly and breasts.

I looked down in time to see white liquid spurt from the end of his cock.

It made me even more lustful – and the sight of his orgasm and the sounds of his pleasure made me come even harder.

Gradually his thrusts slowed and stopped… but my own waves of ecstasy had subsided by then.

Dario grunted and rolled off me to the side…

But one of his hands still caressed my body.

“Did that feel… good for you?” I asked timidly.

He grinned. “Amazing.”

He looked at the white liquid on my belly and breasts and said, “Looks like you need a shower. Come on.”

And then he pulled me up by the hand and led me to the bathroom.