He has to have it all

It took every ounce of self-control to keep me from breaking the speed limit. Even the 5 or so minutes it took me to get to Adriano's is too long of a wait. Once I do pull up in the driveway, I rush towards the door and ring the bell. From inside, Adriano calls out "Come in."

I obey his demand, opening the door to find Adriano sitting on the couch. The cocky Italian sits with a scotch in hand and unfortunately wearing dress pants and a blue button-up top over his muscular, sun-tanned body. He sits relaxed, like a king slacking on his throne as he smiles at his empire.

"Pleasure to see you again, Morgan." He says, his smooth Italian accent still strong in his voice.

"Likewise."

"Strip for me."

I obey Adriano's order, slipping out of the dress I'd worn. Underneath it is a set of purple lingerie that has Adriano smiling. He then finishes his glass before placing it down. He then stands up and steps towards me, so I put a finger on his chest.

"I'm all yours Adriano. Anything you want."

"Mhmm. That's what I love about you baby girl. You do all the things my wife won't."

I start unbuttoning his top. "And I love the fact that you'll be thinking of me when you're fucking her."

"Oh I'm always thinking about you, baby girl."

We lock lips once more as I continue to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. I don't know where the hell he found the time to maintain such a sexy body. Maybe he's made a deal with the devil. Whatever it is, it's working. Next, he throws his shirt off, so I squat down and undo his belt buckle. With a strong tug, I pull his pants down to his ankles, freeing his cock, which even flaccid would put most guys to shame.

Most guys would be happy for me to continue, but Adriano had his kinks. One that had him turning away from me before bending over. He didn't need to tell me what to do next, as I'm already leaning down. My tongue meets with his rear and begins circling around his sensitive hole, causing him to let out a moan. Within seconds his big cock comes to life and becomes rock hard, allowing me to grip it with both hands.

"Oh yes baby girl. Just like that." He coos.

My tongue continues to dance around his hole as I stroke his shaft. In response, he moans as I work my magic. Each and every sound he makes has me getting wetter and wetter. There's only one thing I crave right now and it's between my hands, getting stroked up and down. Still, Adriano had his desires too, and those involved his tight little hole that's starting to open up. I know every lick has him on the edge of the cliff, wondering when I'd take the dive.

Before doing so, I stop stroking, and focus my thumb right underneath his tip, rubbing the sensitive cluster of nerves underneath. Then, I finally drive my tongue inside of his rear entrance, causing him to let out a gasp.

"Ohh baby girl... You know exactly what I want."

His words are music to my ears, so I continue to tongue-fuck his hole for a little longer. As I do so, I think about all the things he's about to do to me. All the things his wife won't let him do, like anal sex. Oh well, that's her lose. If I was married to this hunk, he'd probably never leave the bedroom. Then again, if I want to enter the bedroom today, better not overwhelm him right away, so I drag my tongue down to his plump sack and suckle on it for a little.

"Ohh baby girl... Do you want more now?"

I immediately stop what I'm doing. "Only if you're ready for more, Adriano."