Free Web NovelChapter 228: Chapter 228:You Will Always Be My Spoiled Brat
Matteo’s chest vibrated against Adrian’s back as he let out a low, slightly bewildered breath. "Babe..."
Adrian smiled softly, turning his face to rest over Matteo’s heart, listening to the steady, calming beat. "When I was young, I wanted to be spoiled by my father so badly, I wanted to be loved and cared for just like every other child," Adrian whispered, his gaze drifting to the blanket as his voice turned small and vulnerable.
"But every single time, I only received the cruel, harsh side of him. I never once got to experience a father’s love. From the day I was born, my father hated me. I had to force myself to grow up so fast, to always act like an adult even when I was just a little kid."
He shifted closer, wrapping his arms securely around Matteo’s waist under the blanket. "That’s why I’m so incredibly grateful to you, Matteo. You are the only person who has ever let me experience what it truly feels like to be spoiled. You protect me, you defend me, and you give me a safe place."
Emotion flickered across his face.
"To be honest, I didn’t even notice when my adult self suddenly turned into a mini version of me around you. Sometimes I know I act completely childish and stubborn, but... I think it’s just because I want to be taken care of. I missed out on it for so long."
Tears of gratitude pricked Adrian’s eyes, but he kept his smile as he looked up at the mafia boss. "Every single day, I am so thankful to have you as my father figure, my best friend, and my boyfriend. And I seriously cannot wait to be your husband. I really want to spend forever with you so you can spoil me even more. I always thought I would have to be a rigid, perfect adult for the rest of my life... but you gave me every ounce of care my own father never showed me."
His fingers tightened slightly against Matteo’s shirt. "You might not fully understand me, Matteo, but I am truly, deeply grateful to you. I just hope you never stop loving me."
Matteo looked down at the man curled so comfortably against his chest. In an instant, the last of his confusion disappeared.
Everything suddenly made sense.
The clinginess. The stubbornness. The way Adrian always sought comfort from him whenever life became too overwhelming.
It had never been about immaturity.
It was about trust.
It was about finally having a place where he didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Matteo’s arms tightened around him.
He lowered his head and buried his face in Adrian’s soft hair, his chest aching with a fierce tenderness that was almost overwhelming.
For so much of his life, Adrian had been forced to survive on his own. Now, for the first time, he had somewhere safe to rest.
Leaning down, Matteo pressed a lingering kiss to the top of his head.
"Nothing in this world could ever make me stop loving you," he murmured. "I loved you yesterday. I love you today. And I’ll love you for the rest of my life."
He gently brushed a hand through Adrian’s hair.
"And I’m grateful that you feel safe enough to be yourself around me. You don’t have to be strong all the time, Rian."
Another kiss landed on his hair.
"You deserve to be protected. You deserve to be cared for. And you deserve to be spoiled rotten."
Matteo tightened his embrace, making a silent, unshakable vow. "I promise to never stop taking care of you. In fact, I’m going to do even more, because there is absolutely nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you. You will always be my spoiled brat, no matter what." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Adrian smiled through his tears, his heart completely overflowing. "Thank you, baby. I love you so much." Shifting his weight, he sat upright between Matteo’s legs, looking directly into his eyes with a gaze full of heat and devotion.
"I love you more, baby," Matteo whispered.
They stared at each other for a heartbeat before Matteo leaned in, capturing Adrian’s lower lip in a deep, hungry kiss.
Adrian responded instantly, his mouth parting as they traded deep, bruising caresses. Their tongues tangled lazily, saliva mixing as the heat between them flared to life, instantly erasing the tension of the day.
Gently, Adrian’s hand began to slide downward, slipping past the waistband of Matteo’s grey sweatpants. His warm fingers found his cock and wrapped his hand securely around Matteo’s thick, already rigid cock.
Matteo let out a sharp gasp directly into Adrian’s mouth, his body jerking slightly at the contact. His length was heavy and pulsing in Adrian’s grip.
Adrian didn’t waste any time; he began to stroke him with slow, deliberate friction, using his thumb to circle the sensitive head of his shaft.
Matteo groaned heavily against his lips, "Baby..."
Adrian’s heavy-lidded eyes darkened with pure lust. "Yes, love?"
With a sly smile, Adrian pulled his hand back, bringing Matteo’s hard cock free from his pants. It sprang loose, thick, and fully aroused.
Adrian looked down at it, his pupils dilated. "Your cock looks so fucking hot... it turns me on so much." He wrapped his hand around it again, giving it a firm shake before delivering a long, slow stroke from the very base to the top.
Matteo groaned louder, his head snapping back against the sofa cushions. "Baby, you’re going to end me right here."
Adrian leaned up to kiss his jawline, his breathing turning ragged. "Don’t you love it?" freewebnσvel.cøm
"I love it, baby. I would die for it. It’s the best thing ever." Matteo murmured.
Adrian flashed Matteo a devilish smile.
Panting heavily, Matteo slid his own large hand down into Adrian’s trousers. Adrian’s length was already fully erect, thick and leaking pre-cum. When Matteo wrapped his fingers around it and pulled it free, he let out a low whistle. "I love the size of your cock."
Adrian leaned into Matteo’s ear, his breath hot against his skin as he continued to stroke his partner. "It’s not nearly as big as yours, Daddy."
"It’s the perfect size, and I love every inch of it," Matteo growled, his possessiveness flaring.
For a few minutes, they stayed locked together, their hands moving in perfect, agonizing synchronization as they stroked each other’s cocks.
Suddenly, Matteo couldn’t take the slow torture anymore. He stood up from the sofa, kicked his sweatpants completely down to his ankles, and pushed Adrian back onto the cushions, climbing over him like a predator.
He caught Adrian’s ankles, raising his legs and swiftly pulling his trousers and underwear off. He ripped Adrian’s t-shirt over his head, completely tossing the clothes onto the floor.
Matteo didn’t care about their location; every worker and guard in the estate knew better than to dare step into the living room unless he explicitly called for them.
With Adrian completely naked beneath him, Matteo spread his legs wide, pinning his knees back to expose his entrance. Looking down, he could see the slight, tempting flush from the previous night’s intensity. Adrian shifted, a small whimper escaping him, but he was entirely ready to endure anything Matteo wanted to give him.
Matteo coated his fingers with his own saliva, then slowly lowered his hand, teasingly swirling his fingertips over Adrian’s tight entrance, intentionally withholding what they both wanted just to make him beg.
Adrian’s breathing turned incredibly heavy, his hips twisting slightly in frustration. "Please, Matteo... please."
Matteo smiled, slowly slid his first finger inside, stretching the tight, welcoming walls.
Adrian gasped, his fingers digging into the fabric of the sofa. Matteo added a second finger, then a third, scissor-locking them inside to open him up completely, manipulating the tight heat with practiced dominance.
Adrian reached down, desperately grabbing Matteo’s thick wrist and pulling his hand deeper, trying to force his fingers against his sweet spot. "Fuck... please, deeper!"
Matteo leaned down, his dark eyes locking onto Adrian’s as he whispered dangerously against his ear. "My fingers can’t go any deeper the way you want it, baby... but this," he murmured, his free hand wrapping around his thick, heavy dick and pressing the head against Adrian’s thigh, "this can go any length inside you. It can choke you and bury itself to the hilt."
Adrian completely lost his composure, his hard cock leaking heavily against his stomach. "Please, I want it! Daddy, please!"
Matteo pulled his fingers out with a sharp, wet sound.
He quickly shed the rest of his clothes until they were both entirely naked on the sofa. He gave his own cock a few fast strokes, positioning Adrian exactly how he wanted him.
He turned Adrian over onto his stomach, but Adrian reached one hand back against the sofa cushion, twisting his upper body around so he could watch Matteo behind him.
Spitting onto his hand to thoroughly lubricate his length, Matteo gripped Adrian’s hips, spreading his cheeks wide.
Adrian arched his back, lifting his ass slightly to give him better access. Slowly, deliberately, Matteo pressed his thick head against the opening and slid...
