Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6 by Olivia Thorn

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 12

We must have kissed for an entire minute when he pulled away from me and said, “Now you know why I told you to remember my name.”

I laughed, partly in embarrassment at how many times I must have cried out Valentino!

He frowned like he was turned on. “Oh fuck – I can feel your pussy gripping my cock when you laugh like that…”

“Oh my god…” I murmured, my voice husky.

I wanted to fuck him again, I was so turned on.

Apparently he was, too, because his eyes got all sexy, and he leaned forward to kiss me.

I leaned forward, too –

Not to kiss him in a romantic way, but a Fuck me RIGHT NOW! kind of way.

Right as our lips were about to meet, there was a creaking noise outside the pantry.

“Oh FUCK,” I whispered in absolute terror.

We froze and waited in silence –

But nothing came.

No footsteps, no human sounds, nothing.

Valentino laughed. “It’s an old house. It makes sounds all the time. Don’t worry, nobody’s up yet.”

But fear had thrown cold water all over me. “Yeah, but they’re gonna be! I gotta get dressed!”

He chuckled, lifted me off his still-hard cock, and set me down gently on the floor.

Once he was out of me and I was standing, I felt his cum trickling down the inside of my thigh –

And I wanted to fuck him again.

Even though my pussy was sore from his size, and all the muscles in my belly had gotten the workout of my life from all those orgasms –

I wanted to fuck him again. For HOURS.

I looked down longingly at his wet, shining cock and wished we could keep going.

“Here,” he whispered, bending to the floor. He picked up his shirt and handed it to me. “Use this to clean up.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, shocked.

It was an odd bit of chivalry – but it was still chivalrous all the same.

“Of course.”

I used his shirt to mop between my legs.

It was a good thing I did, because there was a lot to clean up.

He shoved his cock back into his pants and buckled up. I was actually sad to see that gorgeous thing disappear from sight.

I stepped back into my sopping-wet thong and remembered my blouse no longer had most of its buttons on it.

“I’ve got to go

that,”

fucking

me back twice as hard, then pulled away and tilted his

“You ready?”

I nodded nervously…

he opened

We peeked out.

nobody in

– me holding my blouse closed with one hand, him standing there half-naked with his

it was going to

was fun, but it can’t

stuttered and stumbled and

I hated that.

by a country mile – with the hottest guy I’d ever been with, and it

But…

must come to

“Well…” I started –

surprised me by

inside my blouse and cup my left tit, then

seconds flat, I was

So ready.

pulled back, gave me that million-dollar

the kitchen, leaving me

not knowing what the fuck

the clock

6:12.

SHIT!

darkness all the way

to my room, I changed my underwear, put on a bra and a new blouse, and

6:21.

would be showing up any

Fuck!

signs of what had happened

were buttons all over the floor of

hands and knees and picked up every one I

were big dollops of wetness on

– mine – probably

ran back out, got paper towels,

I sniffed the

smelled like somebody had had

flung the pantry door open and closed, trying

finally got a box of matches and lit one after the other, hoping to disguise the scent with the

I was back at my station, chopping onions like nothing had

first kitchen hand walked in

then turned to me.

blushing hard at saying

of chopped onions in front of me. “What

go faster,”

And I did.

The entire

was worth