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 fromand 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 FuckRIGHT 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, liftedoff his still-hard cock, and setdown gently on the floor.

Once he was out ofand 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. "Oh shit!" I hissed. "I've got to go back to my room and change." "Sorry about that," Valentino whispered.

"Don't be - it was fucking hot," I purred, and kissed him.

He kissedback twice as hard, then pulled away and tilted his head towards the door.

"You ready?" I nodded nervously...

And he opened the pantry door.

We peeked out.

There was nobody in the kitchen.

We both tiptoed out and faced each other -holding my blouse closed with one hand, him standing there half- naked with his wet shirt balled up in one hand.

This was the part where it was going to get awkward. I just knew it.

The part where he said, This was fun, but it can't happen again.

Or where we both stuttered and stumbled and said something like, See you around.

I hated that.

I hated that I'd just had the absolute best sex of my life - by a country mile - with the hottest guy I'd ever been with, and it was probably going to be the last time, too.

But...

All good things must cto an end, I guess.

"Well..." I started - And then he surprisedby bending over and kissingpassionately.

I felt his hand slip inside my blouse and cup my left tit, then gently tweak my still-hard nipple.

In two seconds flat, I was ready to fuck him again.

So ready.

But he pulled back, gavethat million-dollar smile, and winked. "Till next time." Then he walked out of the kitchen, leavingin stunned silence.

I stood there for about fifteen seconds, not knowing what the fuck had just happened - And then I saw the clock on the wall.

6:12.

SHIT! I ran as quietly as I could in the darkness all the way across the mansion to the servants' quarters.

When I got to my room, I changed my underwear, put on a bra and a new blouse, and then ran back to the kitchen.

6:21.

My coworkers would be showing up any second.

Fuck! I looked around for signs of what had happened - And realized there were buttons all over the floor of the pantry.

I frantically got on my hands and knees and picked up every one I could find – And realized there were big dollops of wetness on the floor.

Valentino's mine - probably both.

I ran back out, got paper towels, and cleaned everything up.

Then I sniffed the air.

It totally smelled like somebody had had sex in there.

I flung the pantry door open and closed, trying to air it out - Then finally got a box of matches and lit one after the other, hoping to disguise the scent with the smell of smoke.

By 6:28, I was back at my station, chopping onions like nothing had happened.

The first kitchen hand walked in three minutes later.

He sniffed the air, then turned to me. "Did you light matches in here?" "I'm a little gassy this morning," I said, blushing hard at saying something so embarrassing. "So I tried to cover up the smell." "UGH," he groaned, then glared at the smaller-than-usual pile of chopped onions in front of me. "What did you do, spend half the morning in the bathroom?" "I'll go faster," I promised.

And I did.

Twenty minutes later, I was still running behind. The entire kitchen staff was irritated with- But it was worth it.

SO worth it.

I was only afraid of one thing: That after he got spost-nut clarity, I'd never see Valentino again.

That he would ignore me...

Or just smile politely...

And worst of all, that I would never get to have that gorgeous cock insideagain.

I needn't have worried.

He sawthree more times throughout the day. Every time, he e could barely repress a smile.

The last time, he leaned down when no one was watching and whispered in my ear, "Get here earlier tomorrow morning." My nipples hardened at the sound of his voice.

You better believe I got there earlier - 4:30, thirty minutes before my usual time.

I did as much prep as I could, as fast as I could - Until he showed up at 5.

We didn't say a word - We just started kissing and frantically undressing each other - And we fucked in the pantry again.

This tin all sorts of different positions: Him takingfrom behind, his muscular thighs slamming into my ass with every thrust...

Him lying on the floor withriding him, and him sucking my nipples...

And again withlifted in the air, my legs wrapped around his waist.

We stopped at 6 so I could finish my work and not raise suspicions.

I'd brought a hand towel to clean off, plus a change of clothes just in case.

He leftwith another kiss and a wink. “See you tomorrow."

I worried every tthat he would e change his mind and that, I'd never get to fuck him again - But he kept coming back...

Over...

And over...

Every time, no matter what.

Early mornings becmy favorite part of the day - By far.