Modravé De Costa Lopez is the name haunts the underground world, and the name that is engraved into the illegal system like a tattoo on an idiotic teenager. He runs one of the most powerful Mafia organisations known to man and is so powerful, he cou...
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Cove fails to register much; it's probably due to the intolerable pain simmering in the back of his head. He's unable register the smooth voice whispering in his ear, nor the large hands clamped onto his shoulders.
Cove tries to speak but it comes out as a disorientated mumble.
His eyes are feeling very heavy but he know he has to keep them open. When he keeps them open he begins to register more, like the soft surface he's laying on; the hand resting on the side of his face; and the pleasure igniting from his crotch.
"Knew this would wake you up..", a deep, baritone voice whispers. He moans and feels lips brushing against the lobe of his ear.
"Mmm", Cove moans–the pain in the back of his head reducing with each tug at his cock. Lips trail down his neck as he thrusts his hips up into the unknown persons hand. His mind is clouded with lust, making him unbeknownst to the person doing this to him.
Unlike Cove, Modravé knows what he's doing and his intentions. In the back of his mind something is pricking at him to stop and put the hardly conscious Cove, to bed. But, he can't stop himself. Cove's skin is just so soft and his breathy moans are sending Modravé into overdrive.
Deep heat is swirling in Modravé's own crotch at the sound of Cove. He leans down and sucks hard at Cove's neck for a while, until a deep bruising is formed over Cove's jugular and in blatant view for anyone to see.
"Para sempre meu amor".
Finally, Cove cums. Coating over Modravé's hand and emitting a musky smell. Modravé watches as Cove's body relaxes, although still shuddering slightly from his intense climax. His eyes are no longer squeezed shut; his hands are no longer clenched and his whole demeanour has lightened.
Modravé takes his hand and wipes it off on the carpet underneath them. He stands up and takes Cove to bed–satisfied with Cove's release and the new mark made on his neck.
Cove can feel the change of surface and he relaxes into it. However, something hits him and his eyes are popping open, immediately meeting those of the man who took him. "What the fuck?!" Cove yells, pulling back and hitting the wooden headboard.
Modravé frowns. "What's the matter?"
Cove is shocked. He's absolutely flabbergasted that this man has the audacity to question him what's the matter after what he's done. Oh god... He just got a handjob from him!
