Mike Adriano Anal Gif Novels & Stories

“A few days. But the big one is done. I have five left. Can you send someone for the others? I’ll send you the address.” “You moved?” “Yeah. Long story.” “Will you finish on time?” “I’ll do my best, babe.” I hear him mumbling and sighing. “Send me a photo of the big one.” “I’m not sending you a photo, you’ll have to wait until you see it for yourself, Mike. Bye.” I put the phone back in my pocket and reach for one of the blank canvases. “Who the hell is Mike?” I jump in surprise and quickly turn around, only to find Adrian standing there, glaring down at me.

I would've laughed at the dramatic picture but my attention was drawn to a handsome idiot who was hugging me so tight that I was afraid I'd die of suffocation. He pulled away just as soon and started untying the rope around me with an efficiency I envied. All the while he was mumbling his apologies to himself. "I'm sorry, Eve... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry... I did this... I hurt you... please forgive me... I'm sorry..." My eyes were so trained on him that I was startled when I heard a distinct click. Adrian froze and both of us turned our head to see Mike smiling evilly, his gun still held high.

I smirked. “You can’t sit there and tell me you love Don Alessandro more than you loved me, Gianna. We’re not that stupid.” Mike sneered. “Careful now, Mike. If you speak in that manner one more time, you’ll spend the rest of your day in the dungeons. You’ll not use Don Alessandro’s name to score cheap points. Do you understand me?” Adrien said, taking a step forward. Mike instinctively moved back and I bit back a smile. Adrien was a rather large man, he could easily fold Mike in half if he wanted to.

I was the one who made him this way, and it somehow boosted my already full to the brim ego. I loved the tired look in his eyes when he looked at me earlier, the way his eyes teared up as he begged me to stop, but the way his ass kept milking my cock made me feel like a fucking superman. Well, hello Satan, this is Giovanni Marino and I am reporting live from my domain. This boy right here in my arms loves my cock so much, so please don't take me now. "Aren't we there yet? It's freaking cold." Adrian grumbled into my chest and I stared down at him, flashing him a wicked grin.

Arrogant. Adrian: “You stalk everyone?” MidnightViper: “Just you.” That stopped him cold. He stared at the screen, waiting for the punchline. None came. He typed. Deleted. Typed again. Adrian: “I don’t talk to creators.” MidnightViper: “You do now.” The video looped quietly. Same slow undressing. Same whispered confidence. Adrian watched it again. And again. His muscles were tense, his legs stretched out stiff beneath his sheets, breath caught in his chest like something he couldn’t quite swallow.

I turned around and made a big mistake by looking up at him, I repeat big mistake. I swear Adriano had to be on the list of Greek gods, his chest and biceps were well to sculpted don't even get me started on his eight pack, he had an eight pack for Pete's sake and his skin was perfectly tanned even though he was a tad bit dark because of the Latin genes he inherited from his mum. My eyes went lower finding his tattooed torso and V that was visible since his sweatpants hang dangerously low around his waist. Damn I could only imagine my legs wrapped around his torso while his strong arms gripped my ass. Fuck

This was a spectacle. Adriano was already in the ring, shadowboxing with lazy arrogance. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, cracking his neck with a pop. His grin was all teeth, like he’d already won. Show off. Sienna sidled up, her voice a low in my ear. “Adriano’s a showboat. Gets sloppy when he thinks he’s dominating. Dodge, weave, wait for the opening. He loves breaking noses—Nico might call him off if it gets too ugly, but these guys? Unpredictable. Break him, girl.”

“Why are you even asking that question? Helloooo, Michael Wayne?” Adrian threw the magazine back onto the bed and let out a loud scoff. “He’s not even that good-looking. Trust me, I’m way better looking than any of these guys.” I turned around and gave him a long, judgmental look, rolling my eyes. Adrian grinned, slowly standing up from the bed. He walked right toward me, his eyes locked onto mine. Without breaking eye contact, he reached down to the bottom of his wet t-shirt, pulled it over his head, and tossed it onto the floor.

Diego took both my hands in his, intertwining our fingers as he did before getting between my legs as he used his left thigh to spread my legs a little wider for him, letting my left hand go as he did, slowly positioning himself with me as he did. “It’s going to hurt for a bit, neonata. Just squeeze my hand if it gets too much,” he whispered, kissing my forehead as he did. “Ready?” I nodded. He kissed my lips, distracting me before I felt him push his cock’s head inside me, making my eyes widen. But it wasn’t until he pushed himself half way that I squeezed his hand, letting out an involuntary cry of pain as I did. Diego stopped, resting his forehead against mine as he did. He pulled out, le

I say quietly. "Hey, Mikey, what's shaking?" He smirks. His face is all kinds of evil. Adrian was border until he got some on his team killed during a rogue attack. Turned out he sold them out for cash. He was kicked from border and disappeared. Me and him were thick as thieves before then and remained in contact from time to time. Yeah, I have shitbag friends, but I never said I was perfect. These kind of friends are quite handy when you need a mess cleaned up.