Page 26 of His Mafia Captor
Toro knelt down, tugging Ollie's pants down around his knees. Ollie moaned as he felt Toro's tongue trace circles around his entrance, teasing him mercilessly before finally pushing inside.
His senses were on fire, every single touch sending shivers down his spine. "More," he gasped, desperate for the fullness of Toro inside him. "Please, Toro... I need more."
"Patience," Toro chastised lightly, biting Ollie's cheek. He slid a finger into him, spit-slick stretching him slowly and deliberately. "You're so eager to be filled, but I want to make sure you're ready for me."
"Trust me," Ollie panted, rocking back onto Toro's fingers. "I've never been more ready for anything in my life."
"Then brace yourself," Toro warned, withdrawing his fingers and positioning himself at Ollie's entrance. With one powerful thrust, he was buried balls deep inside the younger man, causing them both to cry out in pleasure.
"Fuck!" Ollie groaned, his fingers digging into the rough texture of the wall as he struggled to adjust to Toro's size. "You're so big."
"Is it too much?" Toro asked, concern momentarily breaking through his lust-filled haze.
"No," Ollie assured him breathlessly. "Just… give me a moment."
"Take all the time you need," Toro murmured, pressing hot, tooth-edged kisses along Ollie's shoulder blades as he waited for the younger man to adjust.
"Okay," Ollie whispered after a few moments, shifting his hips experimentally. "I'm ready. Give me everything you've got, Toro."
"Your wish is my command," Toro replied, gripping Ollie's hips tightly as he began to move, each thrust harder and more demanding than the last.
"Can't get enough, can you?" Toro taunted, the words a low growl in Ollie's ear as he continued relentlessly pounding into him. "You love this, don't you? Love having me inside you like this."
"Y-yes," Ollie stammered, his entire body trembling with pleasure. "Yes, Toro, I do. God, it feels so fucking good."
"Good enough to make you come?" Toro asked, reaching around to wrap his hand around Ollie's leaking cock.
"Fuck!" Ollie gasped, arching his back as Toro stroked him in time with his thrusts. "Yes, yes, please!"
"Come for me, baby," Toro urged, his own climax approaching rapidly. "Show me how much you love it."
With a cry, Ollie surrendered to the pleasure, his release spilling over Toro's hand and onto the wall as his body shuddered in ecstasy. The sight pushed Toro over the edge, and he followed suit moments later, burying himself deep inside Ollie one final time as he came with a guttural groan.
"Fuck," Toro panted, resting his forehead against Ollie's shoulder as they both caught their breath. "That was… intense."
"Amazing," Ollie corrected with a shaky laugh. "Absolutely amazing."
"We've barely scratched the surface of what I want to do to you," Toro promised, pressing a tender kiss to the nape of Ollie's neck.
"Is that so?" Ollie teased, turning his head to smirk at Toro, his eyes alight with excitement. "In that case, I'm really looking forward to it."
Chapter twelve
Thesundippedlowin the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the lush gardens of the Toscano mansion. Ollie Petrov found himself sipping champagne from a crystal flute, taking in the scene around him. Elegant guests mingled and laughed as they celebrated the birthday of Angelo Toscano's sister, Ruby Toscano. The air was filled with tantalizing scents of blooming flowers, rich food, and seductive perfume.
"Beautiful evening, isn't it?" A friendly voice broke through Ollie's thoughts, and he turned to see Sebastian, a pleasant young man with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He had a playfulness about him that drew Ollie in, making him feel more at ease in the intimidating surroundings.
"Definitely," Ollie replied, raising his glass in agreement. "I've never been to a party quite like this before."
"Ah, well, the Toscanos know how to throw a celebration," Sebastian said, leaning in closer. "Tell me, what do you think of their boss? I've heard some rather... interesting things about him."
Ollie hesitated for a moment, weighing his words carefully. This guy didn't exactly look like he was a Toscano thug. "Well, I don't know him too well, but he can be... scary," he admitted, recalling the handful of times he had crossed paths with the older Toscano brother.
"Scary? How so?"
"He makes your blood run cold," Ollie confessed, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the thought. "He's powerful, dominant, and dangerous… not someone to cross, that's for sure."
Sebastian's laughter rang out, soft and inviting. "You're certainly not wrong about that," he agreed, taking a sip of his drink. "But people often misunderstand him. There's more to Angelo than meets the eye."