[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 175:Go Harder, Baby… Call Me Daddy

Mark screamed out as he hit his orgasm, a violent shudder writhing through his entire frame.

"Ahh... Oh... Fuck!" He spilled heavy and hot inside Charles’s mouth, burying his cock deep into his throat as he emptied his entire release down Charles’s throat. Only when the final pulses subsided did he finally collapse against the back of the chair, his chest heaving violently.

"Fuck..." Mark muttered, completely breathless, trying to catch his breath before he gently guided his cock out of Charles’s mouth.

Charles swallowed the entire release without a second thought, but he wasn’t done yet. Rising to his feet, he loosened the towel around his waist and let it fall to the floor. His skin was naked and completely flushed with desire, he climbed directly onto Mark’s lap, his own breath catching as he straddled his thighs.

Mark looked up at him, his dark eyes fixed on Charles. "Baby..."

"Don’t stop me," Charles whispered, a breathless smile tugging at his lips. He rested a hand against Mark’s chest and held his gaze. "You’ve had your turn. Let me have mine too, baby."

Mark fell silent for a fraction of a second, his hands automatically finding Charles’s bare hips. Charles leaned forward, pressing their chests together. "Do you have oil or lube here?"

Mark nodded, pointing toward the bedside drawer. Charles slid off him for just a brief moment, walked over to the drawer, and retrieved the bottle of oil. Walking back to the chair, he poured a generous amount into his palms, coating Mark’s rapidly hardening length before turning to prep his own entrance thoroughly.

Once ready, Charles climbed back onto Mark’s lap, straddling him on the chair. Mark’s hands gripped Charles’s hips firmly, guiding him down as Charles slowly lowered his weight, aligning himself with the head of Mark’s cock.

Charles let out a sharp, trembling gasp as his tight entrance began to stretch, accepting the thick length inch by inch.

He sank slowly to the ground, his internal muscles gripping Mark tightly. But before he could slide all the way down, Mark’s patience snapped from the sheer, tight heat of it. With two powerful, upward thrusts of his hips, Mark buried himself completely inside him.

"Ahh! Fuck, Mark!" Charles cried out, his back arching as his eyes shot wide open from the sudden, deep fullness.

Mark groaned loudly, the sound vibrating against Charles’s chest as he locked him in place against his torso. Once the initial shock melted into pure pleasure, Charles slowly started riding him. He lifted his hips and sank back down, the motion deliberate and smooth.

Mark pulled Charles closer, capturing his lips in a deep kiss while rhythmically thrusting upward from the chair. Charles leaned into the heat of the touch, his hips moving up and down in a fluid, relentless rhythm that kept them entirely glued together.

With every single downward drop of Charles’s weight, Mark’s hips rose to meet him perfectly, creating devastating deep friction. The wet, slapping sounds of their skin connecting began to fill the quiet room once more.

Charles suddenly pulled away from the kiss, his breath hitching as he buried his face into the crook of Mark’s neck. "Go hard, please," he whispered hoarsely right into Mark’s ear, his voice trembling with desperation. "I love it when you’re hard on me. Give it to me roughly."

Hearing those words, Mark paused his movements for a fraction of a second. Charles tried to meet his gaze, but suddenly feeling a wave of shyness at his own dirty talk, he hid his face against Mark’s shoulder.

Mark let out a low chuckle. He didn’t tease him; instead, with one powerful motion, he ripped his white t-shirt off over his head and tossed it aside, exposing his broad, muscular chest. He reached over and ruthlessly pushed the laptop to the very back of the desk, clearing off the wide, smooth wooden surface.

In one effortless movement, Mark hooked his strong arms under Charles’s thighs, lifted him completely off his lap, and set him down flat on the edge of the table.

As he transitioned him, his cock pulled completely out of Charles’s tight walls with a soft, wet sound.

Mark didn’t give him a moment to breathe; he grabbed Charles’s knees and spread his legs wide apart, pinning them against the wood so he could see his beautifully flushed entrance perfectly.

Mark dipped his hand into the oil bottle, coating two of his fingers, and slid them straight inside. Charles gasped out loud, his back arching off the table. "Baby..."

"Call me daddy," Mark commanded, his dark eyes locking onto his.

Charles suddenly became incredibly shy under that intense gaze, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he bit his lower lip.

Mark smiled, highly amused by the contrast of his shyness. He poured a generous amount of oil directly onto his palms and thoroughly coated Charles’s entrance, making sure he was entirely slick and ready for what was coming.

With an unyielding grip, Mark lifted Charles’s legs off the table and rested them securely over his broad shoulders. He stepped in close, aligning himself with Charles’s entrance, and with one powerful, merciless drive, he buried his entire length deep inside Charles in one single thrust.

"Ahh! Oh god, Mark!" Charles cried out, his fingers clawing at the smooth wood of the desk.

Mark leaned down, his voice dropping into a dark, demanding growl. "I want to hear you moan loudly, Charles. Don’t you dare hold back."

Without waiting another second, Mark began to pound into him, delivering deep, punishing thrusts that rocked Charles’s entire body against the table. Charles groaned, instinctively trying to lower his voice and bite back the sound, but Mark’s pacing immediately shifted. He began to slam into him even faster and harder, the blunt force of his hips hitting Charles’s backside echoing loudly in the room.

The sheer intensity broke Charles completely. "Yes... fuck, daddy... Yes, please! Fuck me!" he screamed out, completely abandoning his restraint.

Mark’s lips curved into a dark smile, knowing exactly how well he was doing his job. He tightened his grip on Charles’s legs, anchoring him against the table as he accelerated his pace, his thrusts turning rapid and completely ruthless.

"Yes, baby... don’t stop," Charles moaned. He reached down with one hand, his fingers digging into the muscle of Mark’s glutes, trying to pull him even closer, begging for the absolute maximum depth. "Please, Daddy... fuck me dirty. Fuck me like a bitch. Choke me, daddy."

In a frantic rush of adrenaline, Charles reached up, grabbed Mark’s hand, and wrapped it securely around his own neck.

Mark accepted the invitation instantly. He held Charles’s neck gently, applying just enough pressure to make Charles’s eyes roll back in pure ecstasy, and began to slam even deeper inside him.

"Yes, Daddy... go harder! I’m not complaining... I want it deeper!" Charles screamed, his voice splitting with raw pleasure.

Mark pulled him closer slightly, capturing his mouth in a wet, possessive kiss while his lower body moved like a machine.

The room was filled with the deafening rhythm of skin-to-skin contact.

Slap, slap, slap... as Mark completely dominated him on the desk. The faster Mark went, the louder and more unhinged Charles’s voice became, his cries bouncing off the walls.

Mark slammed deeper and deeper, holding Charles securely as he delivered massive, unyielding thrusts until Charles was shaking violently beneath him.

Mark showed absolutely no mercy, driving him right to the edge.

"Yes... That’s how I want it. Give it to me harder, Daddy," Charles groaned out.

Charles’s entire body was trembling, his internal walls squeezing Mark’s cock so tightly. He was completely on the verge of shattering. Charles reached down, his trembling fingers wrapping around his leaking cock, and started jerking himself off in sync with Mark’s brutal rhythm.

"Babe! I’m close! I’m going to cum!" Charles screamed, his eyes wide as his vision blurred.

Mark didn’t slow down; he fucked him even harder, his thrusts hitting Charles’s most sensitive spot.

With one final, devastating slam, Charles hit his orgasm. He screamed out loud, his body completely convulsing as his release shot out heavily, splattering across both of their bare chests.

Mark’s thick cock still pounding inside him, Charles shook uncontrollably, completely spent.

Not long after, the tight, violent spasms of Charles’s climax triggered Mark’s own breaking point.

Mark let out a loud, guttural roar, slamming himself deep inside one last time. He came hard, his entire frame shuddering as he emptied his entire release deep inside Charles’s warmth, burying his cock as far as it could go.

Mark didn’t let Charles go afterward. He collapsed fully against him, his heavy chest pressing down onto Charles’s as they both clung to each other, breathing heavily into the quiet room.

Mark kept his length buried deep inside him, refusing to pull out as their heartbeats slowly synchronized.

Only after their breathing completely calmed down did Mark finally slide out with a soft, wet sound.

The moment he pulled away, Charles immediately reached up, grabbing Mark’s jaw to pull him down for a sweet kiss.

"Thank you, Daddy," Charles whispered against his lips, his voice completely breathless and laced with affection.

Mark smiled softly, wiping a stray sweat of pleasure from Charles’s cheek. "Thank you, pretty, for serving me so hot... I love you so much. Did I do well?" Mark asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

Charles let out a soft laugh, wrapping his arms around his neck. "You are absolutely the best."

Mark’s smile widened as he kissed his forehead. "You win. But I hope you are really satisfied."

Charles smiled. He carefully slid his legs down from the desk, letting his feet touch the floor. He stood up from the table, his legs slightly wobbly, and began to walk slowly toward the bathroom.

Mark leaned against the desk, his eyes following every inch of Charles’s bare body.

Noticing the gaze, Charles paused at the bathroom door, looking back over his shoulder with a teasing smirk. "I really wouldn’t mind getting one more round under the shower," he said smoothly, before running inside the bathroom.

Mark’s eyebrows shot up, a dark laugh escaping him. "Is that information, or an invitation?"

"Invitation, Daddy!" Charles shouted back over the sound of the running water. "Come fuck me under the shower!"

Mark didn’t wait a single second. He bolted away from the desk, running straight after him into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him.

Meanwhile, back in Matteo’s room...