NIP Chapter 220: On My Knees for Him
Chapter 220: On My Knees for Him
~Adrian’s POV~
I love my man’s chest. I love the solid weight of it, the power behind it. And even though Matteo’s chest was sculpted from pure, unyielding muscle rather than soft flesh, there wasn’t a single day I saw him shirtless without instantly getting hard.
I loved grabbing him there, craving the feel of his solid weight under my palms.
Right now, the craving to completely possess him consumed me. I pushed him backward onto the plush, oversized outdoor sofa. He let out a low grunt as he hit the cushions, and I immediately climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs.
I leaned down, burying my face in his chest, grabbing the hard muscle with both hands as I wrapped my lips around his nipple, sucking and licking it slowly, letting my tongue swirl against the heat of his skin.
Matteo’s hands came up, burying his fingers deep into my hair as his chest heaved beneath me. "Fuck, Adrian..." he groaned, his back arching slightly off the sofa.
But I was too hungry to stop there.
I shifted my weight, my hands dropping to the waistband of his trousers. I needed to get him out of them. I needed to unwrap the thick, heavy heat that I knew was already stretching the fabric to its absolute limit. I wanted his cock in my mouth, and I wanted it now.
The raw, desperate hunger in my movements must have been completely wild, because Matteo looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes, staring at me like he was seeing a completely new, untamed side of me for the very first time.
I tore his trousers down his long legs, and his cock sprang free—thick and pulsing with a dark pink hue that made my mouth water.
It stood perfectly rigid, staring directly at me. I quickly kicked out of my own pants, stripping myself completely bare under the starlight, our bodies radiating an intense, suffocating heat in the cool breeze.
I dropped off his lap and sank to my knees on the floor, settling myself tightly between his spread thighs. Matteo sat up slightly, resting his elbows on the back of the sofa, his chest glistening with a light sweat as he watched me.
I didn’t go for his cock right away. I wanted to worship every single inch of him, I wanted to torment him, to taste every single part of him first, to make him completely weak for me.
I leaned forward and began to kiss and suck my way up his body. I kissed his forehead, his flushed cheeks, his bruised lips, and then dragged my tongue firmly down the column of his neck.
I left wet, biting marks across his collarbone, moved down to his chest, and trailed my lips over his ribs down to his navel, sucking gently on his skin until I finally worked my way back down to his pulsing cock.
I showed him absolutely no mercy. I lowered my head, opened my mouth wide, and wrapped my mouth firmly around the thick head of his cock.
Matteo let out a loud, guttural groan, his head snapping back against the sofa. "Ah... baby..."
That sound drove me completely crazy. If anything, knowing how deeply this dangerous mafia boss loved me made me want to be the absolute only thing in this world that could satisfy him, break him, and bring him to his knees.
I gripped his broad hips with both hands, using my palms to anchor him, and pushed myself deeper, taking his thick cock down my throat.
Matteo’s hands immediately flew to my head, his fingers tangling firmly in my hair. "Baby... please... just like that. Keep going."
I swallowed him down, wanting to consume all of him because he tasted so incredibly good.
Slurp... slurp... Slurp...
The wet sounds of my mouth working over his slick cock, combined with the deep, vibrating hums from the back of my throat, filled the quiet air of the rooftop. I used my tongue to stroke the sensitive underside of his rod, drawing out a long, trembling breath from him.
Matteo’s head fell back against the sofa, his eyes closed tight as his jaw clenched tightly. "You’re really going to be the end of me, Adrian," he growled, his voice rough and laced with sheer pleasure.
I didn’t slow down. I went even deeper, my throat taking the heavy thickness of his shaft as Matteo’s legs began to shake with restrained pleasure. He tried to control the rhythm by holding my head, but I was relentless. I reached down, grabbing both of his heavy balls in my hand, massaging them softly while I sucked him with an intensity I had never used before.
Matteo’s head fell back completely, the veins in his neck standing out as he let out a loud, unbridled moan. "Fuck, yes! Baby... You’re driving me insane! suck me harder! Just like that!"
His cock was hitting the very back of my throat, filling me completely. By now, my own cock was leaking pre-cum, aching and throbbing against the cool air, completely hard just from the sound of his undone pleasure.
"Adrian... baby..." Matteo moaned loudly, his voice breaking as his fingers tightened desperately in my hair. "I’ll give you the whole fucking world, baby... I love you... I’m going completely crazy right now..."
"Baby..." Matteo gasped out, his hips bucking into my mouth now, completely unable to hold back his reactions.
His voice was completely broken, filled with a raw, desperate vulnerability. "I’ll give you anything... I’ll give you the whole fucking world, baby. I love you so much... I’m going crazy right now, Adrian, suck deeper..."
I quickened the pace, my head moving up and down his shaft in a frantic, wet rhythm. I sucked the head tightly every time I pulled back, creating a powerful friction that had Matteo completely at my mercy.
His breathing turned into a series of heavy pants, his hips lifting off the sofa as he neared the edge. The muscles in his thighs were completely taut, trembling violently under the sheer force of the stimulation.
"Adrian... wait, wait," Matteo choked out, his voice rising in a desperate, breathless moan. He was shaking all over, his muscles locking tight as he reached his absolute limit. "Baby, I’m coming... I’m gonna cum—"
Before he could empty himself into my throat, he mindfully grabbed my hair and pulled his cock free from my mouth with a wet pop. He didn’t want to choke me, but he was too far gone to stop. Sitting up frantically, his hand wrapped around his own shaft, stroking himself with a few fast, brutal, friction-filled friction strokes right in front of my face.
Matteo let out a loud, shattering cry that ripped from his throat, his back arching violently as his orgasm tore through him.
Splat.
A thick, hot squirt of cum shot out, painting my lower lip and chin.
He groaned loudly, his entire body convulsing with pleasure as he continued to stroke himself, releasing wave after wave.
The hot, white ropes splattered across my lips, my mouth, and the side of my face, completely covering me.
He emptied every single drop, pumping out his release until he was completely spent, his hand trembling against his twitching cock.
Matteo slumped back against the sofa, panting heavily, his chest covered in a slick sheen of sweat as he stared down at me with dazed, adoring eyes.
I looked up at him through my lashes, a wicked, satisfied smirk spreading across my face despite the mess. I ran my tongue slowly over my lower lip, catching the thick, hot cum that was resting there, and swallowed it right in front of him, letting him see exactly how much of him I owned.
Matteo watched me, his breathing still completely wrecked, a look of adoration and raw hunger in his eyes as he stared at his spoiled, beautiful brat.
The sight of his cum painted across my lips seemed to fascinate him, sending a fresh wave of heat radiating between us.
He slowly reached down, his powerful hands gripping my armpits as he hoisted me up from my knees. "You know exactly what you’re doing to me, Adrian," he growled softly, his voice incredibly deep and thick with residual pleasure.
I leaned my weight against his bare chest, looking up at him through my lashes, my voice dropping into a sultry, confident whisper. "Don’t you love it?"
"I love every single part of it," Matteo murmured. He leaned closer, capturing my mouth in a soft kiss, shamelessly tasting himself on my tongue.
The heat of his mouth sent a shiver straight down my spine. Pulling back just an inch, he reached down to his discarded jacket, yanking a sleek, dark handkerchief from the pocket. With gentle, deliberate strokes, he wiped the white drops from my lower lip, chin, and cheek, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I’m going to take my time with you, baby," Matteo whispered, a dangerous, thrilling promise in his eyes. "Just like you did with me."
He pressed another soft kiss against my mouth, his lips tracing my upper lip, then my lower lip, sucking on it gently until I was breathless all over again.
His hand slid down my stomach, his fingers wrapping firmly around my hard cock.
He squeezed the base, making me gasp against his mouth, before leaning down to whisper directly into my ear.
"Let me give you the best blowjob of your life before I go in there to swim in your ocean."
A wild shiver ran through my entire body. I smiled, my hands gripping his broad shoulders as the dirty talk went straight to my groin. "Yes, Daddy... I love how that sounds."
Matteo didn’t waste another second. He hooked his strong arms under my thighs and lifted me effortlessly. He carried me over to the...