[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Deep Claims on the Chair

Unable to play the passive partner any longer, Mark gripped the fleshy curves of Charles’s ass, using his strength to lift him slightly and thrusting his hips upward. The dual movement made their bodies collide with a heavy, wet rhythm.

"Ah! Yes... Right there, Mark!" Charles cried out, his voice cracking as he clung to Mark’s neck. He threw his head back, his body shaking with pleasure as Mark’s thick cock hammered relentlessly up into his core.

Mark groaned loudly, his thrusts growing faster and harder, completely losing himself in the tight grip of Charles’s body and the sweet, breathless sounds of his moans filling the room.

"Deeper, please..." Charles begged, his voice cracking into a high-pitched whimper as he clung to Mark’s shoulders, his fingers digging deep into the muscles of his back. "Mark, please... faster..."

The desperate plea was all it took to strip away the last of Mark’s control. He gripped Charles’s waist with bruising force, lifting him slightly before slamming his hips upward, burying his thick cock entirely inside Charles’s tight, pulsing heat.

"Ah!" Charles screamed, his back arching into a beautiful curve as the deep, hard thrust hit his sweet spot perfectly. His vision went hazy, a direct line of white-hot pleasure shooting straight from his core to his brain.

"You want it hard, pretty?" Mark grunted, his voice thick with raw lust as he thrust up again, his hips colliding against Charles’s bottom with a heavy, wet slap. "I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby."

Instead of just letting Mark do all the work, Charles matched his frantic pace. He threw his head back, his neck long and flushed in the candlelight, and began to ride Mark with wild abandon. He pushed his knees down against the chair, lifting his hips high and slamming himself back down to meet every single upward pound.

"Fuck—Mark!" Charles moaned, the pleasure spiking with every powerful thrust. He rode him faster, moaning continuously, the sound breaking into whimpers each time Mark’s cock hit that perfect spot inside him. "Yes... just like that..."

Mark growled, fingers digging into Charles’s ass as he thrust harder, pulling him down onto his cock with every upward snap of his hips.

Their bodies moved together in a frantic, sweat-slicked skin slapping, heavy breaths turning into loud groans and desperate curses.

Charles’s cock bounced between them, leaking steadily, while Mark filled him again and again, the chair creaking beneath their passionate rhythm.

The friction was agonizingly perfect.

Every time Charles sank, Mark met him halfway with a brutal, driving thrust that stretched Charles completely. The room filled with the shameless, slick sounds of their bodies grinding together, overlaid with Charles’s breathless, non-stop moaning.

"You’re so wet... so tight, Charles," Mark groaned, his chest heaving as he stared down at the beautiful, ruined mess he was making of his boyfriend.

The sight of Charles completely undone riding him, flushed and begging for more, made Mark’s cock swell even larger inside him. "I’m going to fuck you so hard... I’m never letting you go."

"Ruin me... please, I’m yours," Charles sobbed out, his hands reaching up to cradle Mark’s face, pulling him down into a sloppy, desperate kiss.

Mark drank in his cries, his tongue thrusting deep into Charles’s mouth in perfect, dirty synchronization with the brutal rhythm of his hips below. The pace was frenzied now, both of them sweating, their skin sliding against each other.

"Ahh... Mark! Fuck... right there!" Charles gasped. His cock bobbed heavily between them, flushed dark and leaking steadily onto Mark’s stomach, but neither man touched it. Charles didn’t need to. The relentless pounding against his prostate was already pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

His inner walls clenched hard around Mark’s thick cock as the pleasure built in a deep, rolling wave. His thighs shook. His breathing turned into short, desperate sobs. "Mark... I’m close—ah! I’m gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, pretty," Mark growled against his lips, his thrusts turning shallow but incredibly fast, deliberately frictionizing the highly sensitive walls of Charles’s entrance. "Cum on me. Let me feel it."

With a sharp, shattered cry, Charles came hard without a single stroke to his cock.

His whole body tensed and shuddered violently as powerful contractions rippled through him. Thick ropes of cum pulsed from his untouched cock, splattering across Mark’s chest and stomach in long, forceful spurts. The orgasm seemed to roll on and on, drawn out by Mark’s relentless thrusting against his prostate, leaving Charles moaning and trembling uncontrollably.

The sight and feeling of Charles clenching rhythmically around him pushed Mark closer to his own edge. He groaned deeply, hands bruising Charles’s hips as he kept driving up into that tight, pulsing heat.

Mark’s eyes snapped shut as he delivered three more deep, heavy thrusts, burying himself as far inside Charles as physically possible. With a final, desperate slam of his hips, Mark pulsed inside him, pouring a thick, burning load of semen deep into Charles’s core.

Charles held Mark tightly, anchoring himself by wrapping his arms and legs even closer around him. He pressed his hips down, sitting deeper onto Mark’s lap to absorb the full force of the release. A long, shuddering sigh escaped his lips. "Yes, baby... you’re so fucking sweet," Charles moaned against Mark’s neck, his voice thick with pleasure. "I love how you feel inside me... don’t pull out."

Mark groaned loudly, a dark, primal sound tearing from his throat. The overwhelming warmth of Charles’s climax clamping down around him drove him past the point of reason. Even as his body pulsed with the release, he didn’t stop moving. He kept his hands locked onto Charles’s waist, continuing to thrust up with heavy, unyielding pressure, determined to empty every single drop into Charles’s tight depths.

"Fuck, Charles... you’re completely taking all of me," Mark groaned dirty into his ear, his voice rough and breathy as his hips kept grinding upward, sealing them together. "You’re mine... so tight... I’m filling you up completely."

He delivered a few more slow, deep friction stretches, pressing himself in as far as he could go, emptying himself until there was absolutely nothing left to give.

Only then did the frantic rhythm slow to a stop. Mark let out a final, shaky breath and pulled Charles flush against his chest, wrapping his strong arms securely around his bare back. Charles buried his face into the crook of Mark’s neck, clinging to him just as tightly.

They held each other in that quiet, intimate embrace, panting heavily into the stillness of the room. Their skin was slick with sweat, and their hearts beat in a frantic, overlapping rhythm, slowly synchronizing as they floated back down to earth together.

Mark slowly pulled back just enough to look into Charles’s eyes. He stared at him with pure devotion, reaching up to gently brush a stray, damp lock of hair away from Charles’s face. His voice was soft, rich with emotion. "I love you so much."

Charles leaned into his palm, a tender smile touching his lips. "I love you more."

Mark’s gaze darkened with a playful, teasing heat as his hands slid down to Charles’s hips. "We need to eat something now. Once we have our energy back, I’m carrying you out to the tent to give you three more rounds."

Charles let out a soft laugh, his eyes shining with matching desire. "I’m ready whenever you are."

Mark leaned in, pulling him into a lingering, sweet kiss. As the kiss parted, Mark slowly and carefully lifted Charles’s hips, sliding his softened length out of Charles’s tight, warm entrance. A low gasp escaped Charles at the sudden emptiness, but Mark gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze. "Are you okay?"

Charles nodded, his body still tingling.

Instead of making him move across the room naked, Mark gently settled Charles down into the plush chair he had just been sitting in. Mark stood up, his bare body completely unbothered by the air, and pulled another chair close so he could sit right next to him.

They settled in to start their dinner, but before Mark could pick up the cutlery, he noticed a sudden tremor pass through Charles’s shoulders. Deprived of Mark’s body heat, Charles shivered in the villa’s air conditioning.

Without a word, Mark stood up and walked over to where his discarded clothes lay. He picked up his heavy suit jacket and walked back, gently draping it over Charles’s bare shoulders. He tucked the fabric securely around him, shielding his smooth skin from the chill.

"Don’t get cold, baby," Mark murmured, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head before sitting back down.

Charles wrapped the jacket tighter around himself, basking in the warm, masculine scent of Mark’s cologne that clung to the fabric. "Thank you, honey."

Mark offered a warm, handsome smile. "You’re welcome, pretty."

They finally settled down to eat the exquisite meal. Mark was attentive throughout the entire dinner, deliberately picking up pieces of food and feeding them directly to Charles. He made sure Charles ate well, knowing exactly how much energy his boyfriend would need to withstand his deep, heavy thrusts for the rest of the night.

Once they had finished dinner, and their energy was restored, Mark didn’t even let Charles’s feet touch the floor. He stood up and effortlessly scooped Charles up into his arms, suit jacket and all.

Charles wrapped his arms securely around Mark’s neck, hiding a giddy smile against his shoulder as Mark carried him out of the villa and toward the beautifully lit tent by the pool, where the real, relentless rounds of the night were waiting to begin.

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