I Transmigrated To A Mafia Character From A BL Dark !

Then Emery's rigid erection sank deep into Giovanni's secret, wet place, he slowly entered, but that didn't minimize the presence of the hard flesh that slid with some resistance between the hot, slippery inner walls.

"Don't be nervous Giovanni, I'll take it slow... Shhh... Calm down" Emery asked kissing the wet eyes of the young man who clung to the bishop tightly with a trembling body.

Emery was as patient as he could manage, but he too reached the limit and with very little to fill the young man, he pushed with a little more haste and force, making the head of his erection hit the novice's prostate.

Giovanni arched his back and gasped, his breathing stopped for a moment before he started breathing again as if he'd just risen to the surface of a deep lake. He didn't know how to feel, on the one hand, he felt enormous pleasure and ended up coming on Emery's plain stomach, only he also felt a significant amount of filling and pain.

If he could think, he would definitely feel a little embarrassed that he'd just come with Emery getting inside him.

"So tight!" thought Emery again, he didn't think the young man's secret hole would be this tight, after all, they had done this exercise hours ago.

Not that he didn't like this feeling of being compressed and feeling the inner walls of this region welcoming and warming him, as if he were swallowing him little by little.

"It's all right?" Emery forced himself to think again, even the pleasure and agony mingling with being long so firmly by Giovanni.

"I feel very full... But it doesn't hurt" Giovanni said in a low voice, he was embarrassed for ejaculating so fast. Of course, this was practically giving Emery carte blanche to continue.

Then he moved his hips again in a slow rhythm, being hugged by Giovanni and listening to the soft sighs coming out of the young man's swollen lips. Hearing Giovanni hold back, Emery took his lips, opening his closed lips with his tongue, letting the moans escape quickly to be muffled by their long kiss.

Giovanni himself was surprised by Bishop Darcy's attitude that was becoming faster inside him, as he kissed him so passionately, his mouth looked a little cruel and demanding, making the kiss even more domineering not letting the young man act, just being led until he lacked air and sanity.

"Bishop...Bishop...slower...I'll cummed fast again" Giovanni asked with beautiful tears coming down from his beautiful eyes, whether they were tears of pleasure or pain, he didn't even know, because his body he shivered with pleasure, his reasoning was far from normal and he could barely contain his moans.

"I'll only fulfill your request if you call me Mister Darcy," said Emery looking at the eyes glistening with tears of the young man in his arms, then he bit the young man's neck and tried harder to finish himself inside the tight hole.

Emery's large erection was engulfed by Giovanni's tight, wet hole, the inner walls seemed to shudder with this attack and his sensitive spot was hit each time, making Giovanni's soft moans grow louder and louder.

Giovanni even thought about covering his mouth, but he was hugging Emery tightly, he was afraid that if he let go of this person he would be thrown or off-balance, it was like being a small boat in a storm, he didn't know what to do or act, he could only hold on to avoid being thrown into the turmoil.

"Mister Darcy...please..." asked Giovanni pleadingly, he buried his face in Emery's neck, he felt even more embarrassed for talking in such an intimate way, that he didn't want to stare at that person's face.

Emery was true to his word and slowed down his onslaught, but why did each thrust inside him feel even deeper?

"Giovanni, it's great to be doing this with you. Do you like it?" Emery asked in Giovanni's ear as he gripped both of Giovanni's plump buttocks, his fingers digging into the smooth, pale flesh, leaving red finger marks on the delicate skin.

Giovanni refused to respond, he could barely keep his mouth shut to keep from moaning outrageously.

His mind was getting more and more confused, he only knew how to feel the hard erection of Mister Darcy entering inside him and doing pleasurable havoc, which left him confused and delighted.

Giovanni vaguely understood why this kind of pleasure was a sin, it was so good and addictive that he was afraid he might not be able to stop, even if his body broke in two.

As Giovanni refused to answer, Emery didn't ask again either but picked up his speed again. The two of them were sweating together, the smell of both of them was sex like animals in heat, the moans and grunts of the two men wavered every few seconds, the sound of wet and dirty sex was the only sound that mingled with the sound of the crackling fire and from the sound of the storm outside.

Even with all these noises, these two men could only hear each other's heavy breathing and their hearts beating hard almost in unison.

"Mister Darcy..."

"Mister Darcy..."

"Mister Darcy..."

Giovanni called out to Emery several times as he laid him down on the bed and continued to cast himself inside him, but the force was tremendous, wouldn't he be torn in two?

Giovanni would like to say he was hurting, but that would be a lie. He called desperately because he didn't want to lose his mind. He wondered what kind of pleasure it was that was burning him inside and out. The pleasure clouded his mind and he could only feel Emery with him, there was nothing else around, just this man with him as if the two of them were the only ones in the entire world.

His legs were shaky and weak, but Giovanni dug his short nails into Emery's back and hugged him, not letting go and being shot and shaken like that little boat in a storm.

His body luscious from his own orgasms and their sweat, Giovanni wondered when he would be released from this arduous and pleasurable exercise, but what made his mind fry?

Emery, on the other hand, couldn't help but indulge in this pleasure of being compressed at each Giovanni orgasm, when the inner walls of the narrow hole shuddered and became even tighter causing the veins of his big penis to be contained and compressed, this was also a way of agony with pleasure.

When he finally ejaculated inside Giovanni, the poor guy had his arms outstretched on the bed and looked like a wreck that had finally come out of the storm, but Emery looked like he was the god of the sea and felt exuberant and not at all tired.

Finally, Giovanni understood a little of why the church forbade sex.

Surely sex wasn't a thing for ordinary humans, or he just got unlucky and met this sex demon who never tired of calling his name and teasing him all the time.

The worst thing was, he was enjoying every part of this sinful process!

Ah, his soul would burn in hell!

"Giovanni is the most beautiful..."

"Giovanni is so tight..."

"Giovanni is so warm and soft..."

Emery said those words without shame as he entered round two, making Giovanni wonder why the gods gave such an angelic saint's face to a man who clearly had the libido of a primordial demon!

"Mister Darcy…don't hug me as that" Giovanni asked in his hoarse and tired voice, as he felt Emery's long arms around his waist, his leg was lifted and hanging over Emery's hip.

Penetration was not that difficult, but it was still just as pleasurable. In the end, Giovanni gave up any other reasoning and let himself be carried away by absolute pleasure.

What's with shame? Where is the moral?

Giovanni no longer cared, he clung to Emery and let himself be carried away by the new storm.

He was no longer that little boat in the middle of the storm, he was now just a poor sailor with a piece of wood in the middle of the big waves, Giovanni was letting himself be exhausted by the waves of pleasure, submerging in the sweet and scalding sensations, letting himself carrying each other's heat and sinking deeper and deeper into that uncontrollable ocean of lust.

When it was all over the felt so weak that he couldn't even move a single finger, but he never felt so satisfied and blissfully tired.

Giovanni thought he would remember the horrible things of that fateful night, but his mind was thrown into the chaos of pleasure, he didn't have time to think or reflect.

Even now, he couldn't think straight, he was so tired.

"You'd better rest for now," said Emery who was lying beside the young man. His red hair was sweaty and plastered to his forehead, he had a very soft and gentle look, how could he not look so good after rolling in the sheets with Giovanni?

Well, Giovanni just let his conscience rest, then he would think about what he did, or not, he would be a little embarrassed when he woke up, but he managed to sleep very peacefully beside Emery, the worries that plagued him seemed superfluous in the face of fatigue. his.