The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 165: Night By The Beach! 2

Chapter 165: Night By The Beach! 2

Without question, Marcello obeyed, lifting his arse up, his hole visible to Eduardo.

"Even your inside looks slutty, Marcy..."

"Can you not stare?" Marcello buried his face into the pillow.

"How can I not stare when it’s open right in front of me...?" His lips curved into a smirk. With the lotion in his fingers, Eduardo slid two fingers inside him, scissoring his insides and touching him everywhere.

Marcello squeezed the pillow, letting out a muffled moan.

"You’re so tight, Marcy. Only my dick has penetrated this hole... I feel like your legal owner" Eduardo leaned on his back, thrusting his fingers in and out of him.

"How did you become this talkative? When did our roles switch?" Marcello asked, turning his head to look at Eduardo. About months ago, he was definitely the one in that position, talking dirty to Eduardo. Now, he was so speechless that nothing could come out of his mouth.

It wasn’t what he had expected.

But he loved it.

He was enjoying it... enjoying the fact that it was only him who could see this side of him. No one else, not even Fabio.

’Legal owner? I like the sound of that. I’d rather be owned just by Eddy. Maybe allow him to engrave his name on my back as proof!’ He thought to himself.

"I learnt from my master..." Eduardo’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. His eyes grew wider as another finger slipped in.

"Fuck! It won’t fit!" Marcello arched his back lower and raised his arse higher.

"If it won’t fit, how do you expect my dick to fit inside you?" Eduardo asked.

Marcello fell silent. He could only moan and groan. Eduardo’s fingers went deeper, feeling the warmth of his insides. Marcello’s entered stop twitching. His back trembled as if Eduardo had hit his weak spot inside him.

"You’re finally wet for me..."

"Please, put it inside already" he begged, wiggling his arse over Eduardo’s hardened cock.

"Fine, I’ll give you what you’ve been asking for"

Eduardo squeezed another batch of lotion onto his palm before rubbing his dick. He drummed his dick on Marcello’s entrance before slowly letting in an inch of his crown inside.

It slipped in easily. Widening his legs, Marcello waited as Eduardo’s dick thrust inch by inch till his insides were filled up.

"Fuck! You’re so huge"

"Thanks for the compliment, babe" Eduardo grinned. He slowly slid his cock out till just an inch was left inside Marcello and immediately, he thrust back in with full force.

"Mhhmmmn... Fuuccckkk!!!" Marcello raised his head and moved his legs, but Eduardo pressed his upper body down to the bed and continued to thrust slowly but hard.

Eduardo clenched his jaw, slapping Marcello’s arse cheek. His insides were squeezing him so tight, almost snapping his cock into two.

"Fuck!" Marcello whispered. Eduardo buried his chin on his neck.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No" he answered into the pillow.

"Good. Then, I’ll go faster" Eduardo went back on his knees, his hand on Marcello’s arse cheek, spreading his arse.

He increased his pace. The echoed slapping sounds of flesh pounding against each other filled the room.

Marcello’s repeated and loud moans followed. He started to breathe even harder... faster.

"Fuck! Eddy! Fuck!"

"Don’t call my name. It’ll only get me harder, Marcy"

Eduardo grabbed both of Marcello’s hands, thrusting harder.

Deeper.

More... deeper.

Marcello wiggled his waist, matching Eduardo’s thrust. Eduardo didn’t stop his hips from jerking into Marcello.

As if it wasn’t enough, Marcello sat up, with Eduardo still inside him. Eddy’s hands wrapped around his chest, pinching his red and swollen nipples hard.

Eduardo grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing his face to his as their lips crashed against each other. Eduardo pounded him from behind, muffled moans spilling from Marcello’s lips.

Breaking the kiss, Eduardo wrapped his hand around Marcello’s bouncing cock.

"Your insides are squeezing me so well. I’ll take that as an acceptance to release inside you"

"Let it all out"

"Hmmm," Eduardo replied. His other hand wrapped around Marcello’s neck as his head leaned on his shoulder.

Eduardo stroked Marcello’s cock with his thumb pressed against his entrance, thrusting even faster than before. He couldn’t control himself, his face not even his own cock.

He felt it coming and just while he parted his lips to moan, the sound of the crashing wave from outside blurred their sounds.

He felt something pouring out of him inside Marcello. Eduardo gave one hard thrust, letting it all out, just like Marcy wanted it.

Slowly sliding his dick out of him, Marcello fell on his chest, against the bed.

The thick cum slid down his thigh.

Eduardo also fell on the bed, lying close to Marcello. They were both panting hard.

"My legs can’t stop trembling, thanks to you"

"You’re welcome..." Eduardo smirked, turning his head to look at Marcello. Their faces were close to each other. Marcello drew close, his hand, brushing a lock of Eduardo’s blonde hair from his face. He slowly kissed Eduardo.

This time, it was soft and passionate. Tongues swirling in each other’s mouths. Marcello pulled back breaking the kiss. He looked at the kiss mark on Eduardo’s body and the bite mark on his shoulder.

Even the ones at his back that were from his nails.

His fingers trailed them and Eduardo didn’t flinch.

It wasn’t that painful. He slowly sat up from the bed, looking for his phone.

He left it in the car.

"I wonder what time it is now", he mumbled.

"Are you heading back home?" Marcello asked.

"I have to. I left Maya in my room to stall time for me. I have no idea what excuse she’s giving my family" he explained.

"Maya? Your new woman?" He asked.

Eduardo could sense the jealousy in his voice and a smirk spread across his lips.

"Yes, my new woman. Are you jealous?"

"I’m sure she’s a fake anyway..." Marcello turned his head away. "There’s no need for me to be jealous of a fake"

"Are you sure?" Eduardo asked.

After a short silence, Marcello looked back at Eduardo.

"Perhaps, I should leave some marks on your body to tell the bitch to stay off my man"

"How possessive" Eduardo looked around again. His briefs were downstairs, and so were his pants. His shirt had been ripped to pieces by the jealous monster on the bed.

"Shall we leave?"

"When are we going to meet again?" Marcello asked. Eduardo was silent.

He doesn’t have an answer to that question. Marcello would be returning to Italy while he would be doing his own job here in Russia.

"I’ll visit Italy when it’s month ending"

"That’s too far" Marcello almost cried. "How about we partner up? The Ivanov cooperation and... The Diabolos company. That way, we could meet often" he added.

Eduardo rubbed his chin. That could work, but he had to ask his father about it first. He suspected his father was looking into the Diabolo family. Maybe, he was searching for a way to seek revenge for treating his son as a slave.

"Let’s do that." He answered anyway. As long as it meant meeting with Marcello again, he didn’t mind.