His soul-Chapter 347: It’s you, Honey?

Massimo wet his hardened erect shaft with his own spit before finally touching it constantly in a back and forth motion, his eyes closed at the thought of Gina giving him a mouthful. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Gina’s thin wet lips opened wide as she inserted her large veined dick, holding back Gina’s resigned neck. Massimo moved his hips back and forth until finally a scream escaped Massimo’s lips as his warm sperm escaped and into Gina’s throat without a trace.

The torturous fantasy that had been a friend when Massimo had fulfilled his desire was truly exhausting, with a face covered in sweat Massimo stared at the tip of his penis which was still dripping with a thick white liquid containing his best genes without blinking. Massimo really had to let his best generation candidate disappear and dissolve with the water dripping from the shower.

Massimo tried to calm his ragged breaths, masturbating was one of those jobs that took a lot of energy and now Massimo was feeling very tired. Especially after drinking quite a lot last night, he didn’t want to make himself more tormented. Massimo finally finished his activities in the bathroom and rushed back to the room to call Martin.

"Fuck, now Martin must be..."

Knock..knock..

"Good morning, sir. are you awake?"

Massimo who was looking confused immediately smiled broadly when he heard Martin’s voice from behind the door of his room which was still locked, with wide steps Massimo rushed to the door.

"Good morning, Sir." Martin returned to greet Massimo in his usual polite manner.

"Where did you sleep last night?" asked Massimo pleasantly.

"In the same hotel as Ivana and her crazy manager, sir. I’m on guard, making sure that Russian woman doesn’t do anything else."

Massimo pursed his lips. "That gossip?"

"It’s been suppressed, sir. Due to the help of several artists who have photos with you, the gossip has finally disappeared and is no longer discussed," Martin said quietly. "But in the future you have to keep your distance from them, sir."

"I know, for now just let the artists post my photos. I want to feel like a celebrity for the next few days."

"Aren’t we going back to Barcelona this afternoon, sir?"

Massimo shook his head. "Nope, I suddenly want to relax for a while in this city. It’s been a long time since I set foot on the Eiffel tower."

Martin nodded his head, Martin slowly shifted his position as two maids came to bring Massimo breakfast. Because currently Massimo only uses a bathrobe, as a result his inner thighs are clearly visible. The manly veins that protrude around the thighs make Massimo look more manly, the two female waiters who accidentally saw Massimo’s suddenly became hot and cold. Both of their faces looked pale and Massimo didn’t realize his mistake at all, Massimo sat quietly listening to Martin’s report.

The five torturous minutes were finally over, the two waiters who had finished setting the table for Massimo then quickly exited the room on the highest floor. When the two maids managed to get out they both immediately ran towards the elevator for the maids, in the elevator they were mutually reinforcing each other after seeing the very beautiful sight of a Massimo del Cano.

"Today Milos Djokovic has a lunch appointment with some Victoria’s Secret models at Alain Ducasse Au Plaza Athenee, sir."

"Ok, then don’t disturb Milos Djokovic until noon. Let him finish his work and one more thing I don’t want any media to smell my activities at the Eiffel Tower," said Massimo quietly as he put a piece of strawberry into his mouth.

"Yes sir, I understand."

Massimo smiled, his focus returned to the food that was now in front of him. Massimo looks very hungry enjoying his breakfast, after doing strenuous activities in the bathroom his hunger is getting worse. After thirty minutes had passed almost all the food in front of Massimo disappeared without a trace, Massimo really ate a big meal apparently. And Martin just smiled seeing his master’s appetite return.

Feeling full Massimo then rushed to put on the clothes Martin had brought from the Ritz hotel, where they had stayed before. As usual, the clothes that Massimo wore were always dark in color, starting from the pants, shirts and coats that wrapped his burly body in the same color. Even though he will only walk without official events, Massimo’s appearance is always neat and full of intimidation.

Even though it would only take him fifteen minutes from the hotel where he is now, Massimo still went in his luxury car. Classy and expensive is a fixed price for a Massimo del Cano, because it is not surprising that Olga Mikhailov’s eyes immediately fell on him and made him a target for her protégé Ivana.

Because at this time Paris is entering autumn, the atmosphere at the Eiffel Tower feels even more romantic, even though the day is still quite late for making out, but the dozens of young people who are dating in the tower of the pride of the French citizens are countless. Seeing the stifling bitter reality, Massimo only smiled faintly.

"Are you sure you want to keep walking, sir?" Martin asked quietly to Massimo who was walking in front of him.

"Of course, why is that?"

"I’m afraid you’re bothered by the presence of these people."

Massimo chuckled. "Leave them alone, as long as they don’t know me it’s fine. After all, they’re just..."

Massimo’s words suddenly lingered in the air as the corner of his eye inadvertently glanced at the group of young people who had just entered the Eiffel Tower garden area, though not at all. Massimo felt like he recognized one of the figures in the crowd.

"What is it, sir?" Martin asked confused.

"Go after the group, Martin," Massimo said hoarsely with his hands raised, looking at a group of laughing youths not far from where they were.

Martin immediately turned his gaze to the group meant by his master, without being ordered twice Martin then led ten of his men to chase a group of young people who were laughing leaving Massimo who was still standing motionless.

Massimo’s heart was beating so fast at this moment, his legs suddenly felt weak. Even though he had finished doing his routine in the bathroom since an hour ago, Massimo really didn’t understand what he was going through right now. Anxiety that came suddenly made Massimo’s chest feel tight.

"It’s you, honey?" said Massimo quietly without realizing it.

Continued