[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

With one slow, powerful thrust, Matteo drove his cock forward, burying his full eight inches deep inside Adrian’s tight, welcoming heat in a single unbroken stroke.

Adrian cried out loudly, eyes rolling back as the thick girth stretched him open.

Matteo paused for a moment, leaning over him and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the back of Adrian’s neck and shoulder to let him adjust to the intense fullness. Then he pulled back and began to move—deep, scorching thrusts that quickly built into a relentless rhythm.

The room filled with the slap of skin against skin and their desperate, ragged moans.

"Please... fuck me, Matteo!" Adrian begged, his voice breaking into a high, desperate sob as he arched his spine higher, practically throwing his weight backward to swallow every single inch of Matteo’s heavy, throbbing length.

Matteo’s grip on Adrian’s hips tightened until his knuckles turned bone-white. The sight of Adrian spread out beneath him, completely undone and begging for more, shattered what little restraint he had left. Growling deep in his throat, Matteo slammed into him from behind, driving deep into his back passage with a vicious, punishing rhythm.

"F-fuck... yes, right there, Daddy!" Adrian cried out as Matteo angled his hips and began hitting that exact spot inside him with every stroke. The blunt head of his cock dragged over Adrian’s prostate again and again, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through his body. Adrian’s toes curled tightly against the sheets. His fingers twisted in the fabric as he pushed back harder, chasing the sensation.

"Right there... don’t stop... please, harder—"

The sound of their slick, wet bodies colliding echoed through the bedroom, blending with Adrian’s shattered, breathless cries and Matteo’s ragged, animalistic grunts right against his skin. Matteo didn’t hold back. He pounded into him harder and faster, his thick cock stretching Adrian open wide, filling him to the absolute brim with every ruthless thrust.

"Ah—ah God, Matteo, don’t stop! Fuck me harder!" Adrian wailed, digging his fingers frantically into the mattress as wave after wave of intense, overwhelming heat crashed over him.

Matteo slammed his hips forward with relentless power, his breath hitching as he felt the tight, hungry walls of Adrian’s channel clamping down hard around him. He could feel Adrian unravelling, his body trembling violently on the verge of the precipice.

"Baby... I’m close, I’m going to cum," Adrian sobbed, his hips bucking backward frantically to meet every single thrust.

"Yes... cum for me, baby, let go," Matteo growled, his own breathing turning intense and erratic as he sped up his pace, driving into him with blistering speed.

The friction pushed Adrian over the edge. With a loud, breathless cry, he climaxed hard—his body seizing violently as he came completely hands-free, spraying his release all over the sheets below him. He never once touched his own cock. Matteo knew his body so well that simply hitting that exact, perfect angle against his prostate was enough to milk an intense orgasm straight out of him.

Seeing Adrian shatter apart pushed Matteo straight to the brink.

"Fuck—Adrian, I’m close! I’m going to cum!" Matteo roared, his hands gripping Adrian’s waist like a vice as he pounded into him faster and harder.

"Yes! Cum for me, Daddy! Faster, fill me up!" Adrian panted weakly, melting against the mattress as his body rippled with aftershocks.

With a few final, massive thrusts, Matteo buried himself as deep as he could go. He gave one last powerful push and let go, flooding Adrian with thick, hot ropes of cum. Matteo groaned, throwing his head back as he pumped every last drop inside him, voice rough with satisfaction.

"Yeah... Fuck, that’s a good one. I love it so damn much."

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Adrian lay completely flat, his chest pressed flush against the cool bedsheets, utterly spent and shivering from the intensity of the ride.

Matteo remained right behind him, heavy and breathless, resting his weight partially over Adrian’s back. He didn’t pull out immediately, letting his thick length twitch lazily inside Adrian’s sensitive heat as they both slowly regulated their breathing.

After a few minutes, once their hearts had slowed, Matteo carefully slid out. He rolled onto his side and immediately pulled an exhausted Adrian against his chest.

Their lips met in a slow, tender kiss that tasted of sweat and surrender. When they finally parted, Matteo brushed a damp lock of hair from Adrian’s forehead, a soft, knowing smirk on his lips.

"So," Matteo murmured, his voice low and teasing. "What made you change your mind so suddenly, babe?"

Adrian didn’t even bother trying to make up an excuse. He just let out a soft sigh, resting his cheek against Matteo’s chest as his fingers lightly traced the toned skin of his ribs.

"I checked your phone," Adrian admitted quietly, his voice muffled against Matteo’s skin. "I read your chat with Luca. I read the whole thing... how he keeps pushing you, trying to get you to go out, how he talks about you sleeping around even though you’re taken. I couldn’t just sit there and let you go meet a toxic guy like that. I had to stop you."

Matteo looked down at him, a low, teasing chuckle rumbling in his chest. "So which was it, babe? Did you not want me to go, or were you actually worried I’d give in and do what he says?"

Adrian slowly lifted his head, shooting Matteo a sharp, indignant look. "My wedding is in less than two weeks! There’s no way in hell I’m going to let someone else get a taste of my man just because I turned him down."

Before Adrian could pull away, Matteo’s hand slid smoothly down under the duvet, finding the curve of Adrian’s sensitive, post-climax backside and delivering a sharp, stinging spank right to his flesh.

Adrian winced, letting out a sharp gasp as he shoved playfully at Matteo’s shoulder. "Ah! Babe, stop!"

Matteo grinned, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "What was that? Sounded like a little insecurity... or maybe you don’t trust me enough."

"I do trust you," Adrian murmured, rubbing his smarting skin with a pout. "I just don’t trust Luca. He’s gross, and he doesn’t respect boundaries. I didn’t want him anywhere near you."

Matteo’s expression softened instantly, his playful demeanor giving way to genuine affection. He reached up, cupping Adrian’s cheek and gently brushing his thumb across his cheekbone.

"I understand," he murmured. "The truth is, I didn’t want to go either. But I love knowing that you care about me this much, baby. I promise you, I will never cheat on you, and I’ll never even think about being with anyone else. You’re the only person I want, and that will never change."

Adrian offered a small, quiet smile, leaning into Matteo’s touch. "I’m sorry for snooping through your phone."

"It’s fine," Matteo murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Just... make sure you trust me completely, okay?"

Adrian nodded against his skin. "Okay, Daddy."

Matteo pressed a series of lingering kisses to his hair and forehead, pulling him tighter against his chest as a comfortable silence settled around them.

After a quiet moment, Adrian shifted slightly, his brow furrowing as a thought crossed his mind. "By the way... don’t invite him to our wedding. He’s not a good friend, and I don’t want his toxic energy anywhere near our day."

Matteo let out a soft, amused chuckle, a wicked little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Well... about that. I’m sorry, babe, but I already invited him."

Adrian froze. His eyes widened as he pulled back to stare at Matteo in disbelief. "You what?!"

Matteo chuckled, wrapping his arms securely around Adrian’s waist. "Hear me out. I invited him so he could sit there and watch me legally commit my entire life and loyalty to you. There’s no better way to shut a guy like that down than having him sit in the front row and watch me choose you, and only you, forever."

Adrian stared at him for a second, processing the petty, brilliant dominance of the move, before a slow, wicked smile spread across his own face.

"Oh," Adrian murmured, leaning back in with a satisfied hum. "That is... actually ruthless. I love it."

They held each other close in the quiet room, letting the exhaustion of the day slowly wash over them until sleep finally claimed them.

The next day was Saturday. Adrian’s father returned to the city that night after his extended business trip.

By Sunday afternoon, Adrian and Matteo were on their way to his father’s estate. Adrian wanted to personally invite his father and have a proper conversation with him before they moved forward with the rest of their wedding preparations.

The drive to the sprawling estate was quiet, filled with a shared, sober anticipation. Their driver pulled up in front of the estate, while their lead bodyguard stepped out and opened the rear door for them. Matteo and Adrian stepped out and walked up the grand steps, where they were guided through the familiar halls until they reached the heavy oak doors of the study.

Adrian’s father looked up from behind his desk when they entered. His gaze settled on Adrian first before shifting to Matteo beside him.

Adrian and Matteo stepped forward in quiet silence.

"Father," Adrian greeted quietly.

His father slowly stood. "Adrian."

Matteo offered a respectful nod. "Sir."

His father returned the gesture before looking between them.

"You said you wanted to see me."

"Yes," Adrian replied.

Matteo reached into his coat and carefully removed the silver-foiled wedding invitation. He placed it gently on the desk in front of Adrian’s father.

For a moment, Adrian’s father simply stared at the invitation. Then he slowly picked it up, his eyes moving over the elegant design before he looked back at them.

"A wedding," he murmured.

Adrian nodded. "Yes."

His father looked at him. "You’re really getting married to him."

"Yes," Adrian answered.

A faint, bittersweet expression crossed his father’s face. "Congratulations," he said quietly. "To both of you."

His voice was restrained, almost as though he didn’t believe he had the right to sound too happy about it.

"I wish you both a happy married life."

"Thank you, Father," Adrian replied.

Matteo nodded. "Thank you, sir."

A quiet silence followed.

Matteo glanced at Adrian, then at his father. "I’ll give you two some time to talk."

Adrian looked at him.

Matteo gently squeezed his hand before stepping away. "I’ll be outside."

Adrian nodded.

Matteo gave his future father-in-law one last respectful look before leaving the study and quietly closing the door behind him.

The room became completely silent.

For a moment, neither father nor son spoke. Adrian remained standing across from the desk while his father slowly lowered himself back into his chair.

"Come, have a seat," his father said quietly, gesturing toward the chair in front of the desk.

Adrian slowly took the seat, keeping his eyes on his father.

His father lowered his head, pressing his palms flat against the wooden desk as though trying to steady himself beneath the weight of everything he had carried for so many years. When he finally looked up, his eyes were red and filled with unshed tears.

"I know I don’t deserve to be invited to your wedding," he began, his voice rough with emotion. "After everything I’ve done... after the way I sent you away when you were just a child, blaming you for a tragedy that was never your fault."

He swallowed hard. "I have never been the father you needed..."