He took a seat, leaning back against the deep cushions while holding me, letting me settle smoothly right on top of his lap, straddling his thighs and facing him directly.

As I settled against his lap, Matteo reached down between our bodies. His hand wrapped around his thick, rigid cock, giving it a few fast, friction-filled strokes to coat it.

Then, he placed his large hands firmly on my hips, gently lifting my butt.

He aligned the thick head of his cock with my entrance. Slowly, he began to lower me down. The sheer width of him stretched me to the absolute limit as he slid inside.

"Oh god, Matteo—" I groaned loudly, burying my face in his neck as his thick length filled me inch by inch, stretching my walls completely as I settled all the way down on him.

"Baby..." Matteo groaned, his voice deep and rough as his hands gripped my hips. "You are so tight, baby."

I looked directly into his eyes, and the sheer intensity of his gaze made my heart race.

Matteo stared back at me, his eyes completely blown out with hunger.

He began to move slowly inside me, a shallow, torturous grind that drove me insane. Needing to lose myself in him, I leaned in and captured his lower lip, sucking on it hungrily.

Matteo responded instantly, tilting his head to claim my upper lip, wrapping his mouth around mine in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of pure possession.

Matteo used one large hand to grip my waist, anchoring me, while his other hand pinned my hips firmly down against his thighs. He murmured against my lips, his hot breath breaking between our mouths. "Baby, don’t break the kiss, Adrian. Stay right here."

I nodded desperately against his mouth, my hands clenching his shoulders.

The moment I agreed, he pinned me down completely and began to pound into me, instantly accelerating his pace.

Slap, slap, slap.

The explicit sound of our skin slamming together echoed across the open roof. I let out a muffled moan directly into his mouth, the vibrations trembling between our lips.

His huge cock was hitting every single sensitive spot inside me, riding high and deep. He was so long it felt like he was reaching my throat, completely filling me up until there was no room left to breathe.

"Don’t break the kiss," he growled again, his tongue pushing into my mouth to dominate me completely as his hips slammed upward with a brutal, relentless rhythm.

Slap... Slap... Slap... the sound of our skin-to-skin.

Every thrust was a wave of intense friction. His thick shaft stretched my walls to the absolute limit, creating an intense, suffocating heat that made my brain go entirely foggy. I was completely consumed by the feeling of him stretching me, burying himself to the hilt over and over again.

I couldn’t handle it cleanly. I broke into shameless begging, whimpering into his jawline as his pace turned completely feral. "Daddy... yes... fuck, fuck me deeper! Give it to me!"

"You like it like that, huh?" Matteo growled, his breathing completely wrecked as he slammed into me faster, his fingers digging into my skin. "You want your big baby deep inside you?"

"Yes! Please, Matteo, harder!" I cried out, completely undone by the rhythm.

The relentless pounding pushed us both to the absolute brink. I knew Matteo was close; I could feel the muscles in his thighs locking up, his thrusts becoming heavy and desperate.

My own cock was completely hard and throbbing against our stomachs, leaking pre-cum onto his chest. I reached down between our tangled bodies, wrapping my fingers around my cock, and began to stroke myself in perfect sync with his heavy upward thrusts.

I was losing my mind, entirely drunk on the sensation of his huge cock stretching me inside out. The double stimulation was too much, driving me violently toward my second release of the night.

"I’m coming, Matteo! I’m gonna cum!" I screamed against his neck.

Matteo let out a low, feral snarl. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his lips latching onto my sensitive skin. He sucked hard, biting down to leave a dark, bruising hickey as his hips delivered a final, devastating series of rapid-fire pounds.

Ah, ah, Aaaah!

We blew apart at the same time.

A violent tremor ran through my spine as my orgasm ripped through me, my hand working frantically as a thick explosion of cum shot upward, spilling heavily across both of our bare chests.

Right as I released, Matteo reached his own shattering peak. His entire body shook violently underneath me. He let out a loud, guttural roar of pure pleasure, his hips locking completely flush against mine as he buried his cock as deep as it could go.

He convulsed inside me, emptying his massive, hot load deep within my walls, pumping every single drop into me in thick, heavy waves.

Our loud, broken moans gradually faded into the quiet night air, replaced only by the sound of our ragged, desperate breathing.

We leaned into each other, our lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss. Even as the intensity of the climax pulled apart, Matteo did not pull out of me.

He stayed buried deeply within my heat, his cock still twitching inside my tight walls. He began to slowly, lazily stroke his hips, a gentle, soothing motion that sent soft ripples of pleasure through my exhausted body.

Completely spent, I collapsed against his broad chest, burying my face in the crook of his neck as my heart slowly hammered back to a normal rhythm.

Matteo wrapped his arms tightly around me, holding me against him like I was the most precious thing in the world. He began to whisper sweet, adoring words directly into my ear, his deep voice vibrating gently against my skin.

He told me how beautiful I was, how perfect and sweet I tasted, and how much he loved how tight I felt around him. "I love you so much, Adrian. You’re mine. Absolutely everything about you is perfect."

I smiled into his neck, my heart swelling with emotion. "I love you just as much, Matteo. So much."

We spent a long time just like that, locked together under the open sky, holding each other as the cool night breeze washed over our sweaty skin.

Finally, with a quiet, reluctant sigh, Matteo gently shifted and pulled out of me with a soft, wet slide. He leaned down and planted a lingering kiss on my bare shoulder.

Reaching over the side of the sofa, he grabbed his nearby dark jacket and spread it over my bare body, covering me from the shoulders down.

Then he pulled me closer, tucking me securely against his chest as I rested my head on his shoulder, safe and warm in his arms.

We stayed there for a while, just holding each other in the quiet. But when Matteo noticed my eyes starting to grow heavy and the night air turning too chilly, he nudged me gently. "Baby, dress up. Let’s go inside so we can shower and head to bed."

I nodded softly. "Alright, baby."

We both stood up, and instead of letting me do it myself, Matteo carefully helped me back into my clothes.

I looked up at him, watching the concentration on his face as he fastened a button and smoothed out my shirt.

A wave of emotion washed over me.

Moments like this reminded me how lucky I was.

Most people only saw Matteo’s cold, intimidating side. They saw the feared mafia boss, the ruthless businessman, the man who could make grown men tremble with a single look.

But I got to see this version of him.

The gentle one.

The caring one.

The man who loved me with everything he had.

And in that moment, I couldn’t help but think that Matteo was exactly the kind of man people spent their whole lives hoping to find.

He took such good care of me, spoiling me.

Honestly, there were times I deliberately pushed his buttons just to see if he would finally lose his temper with me. But because he loved me so much, he always exercised incredible self-control to protect my feelings and our relationship.

I had seen him furious with his men. I had heard the icy authority in his voice and witnessed the dark side he showed the rest of the world.

But with me, he was different.

Regardless of whatever ruthless names people called him, to me, he was a good man.

What I had done earlier on the highway would have tested anyone’s patience. Yet instead of exploding in anger, Matteo had chosen to forgive me.

Feeling a sudden rush of gratitude, I leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before flashing him a warm smile.

Matteo paused, looking down at me with an amused softness in his eyes. "What’s that for?"

"For taking such good care of me," I murmured, resting my hands on his chest. "And for being mine alone."

Matteo’s lips curved into a handsome smile, and he kissed the tip of my nose. "You are very welcome, sweetheart."

Once we were both fully dressed, we gathered our things and headed back to our bedroom.

The moment we stepped inside, Matteo slowly peeled my clothes off all over again and guided me toward the attached bathroom.

We stepped into the steaming shower together, washing away the sweat and exhaustion of the night.

Afterward, we dried off, slipped into matching nightrobes, and finally climbed into the massive bed.

I immediately curled into his side, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush against his chest.

As I slowly drifted off to sleep, surrounded by his familiar warmth and scent, I felt the soft press of Matteo’s lips against the top of my head as he whispered, "Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams. I love you."

The next morning...