Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

She placed her palms flat against the warm tile, and he positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding against her ass. She arched her back, pressing into him, and he could feel how wet she was despite the water washing over them both.

His hands gripped her hips.

”You ready?” he asked, and it wasn’t really a question.

”Yes,” she breathed.

He pushed into her in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt, and her entire body tensed with the intrusion. Even though they’d been doing this for months, even though his cock was now familiar to her body, she still had that moment of adjustment, that gasp where she took him in completely.

”Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, pursing for just a moment to let her body adjust. ”How are you always so fucking tight?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He started moving, his pace hard and relentless, his hands keeping her pinned against the wall. The shower water ran down between them, making everything slicker, hotter, more intense.

”You like this?” he asked, driving into her. ”You like being fucked against the wall before you even get dressed?”

”Yes,” she gasped. ”Yes, Dimitri, yes....”

”That’s right. Because you’re mine. This body is mine. These orgasms are mine. Everything you feel belongs to me.”

He changed angle slightly, and the next thrust hit that spot inside her that made her cry out. He felt her pussy clench around him, felt the beginning of her orgasm building.

”Not yet,” he said, and pulled out.

She whimpered at the loss, but he was already turning her around, lifting her, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. The wall supported her back as he lined himself up and pushed back inside.

This position was more intimate...face-to-face, chest-to-chest, his forearms braced on either side of her head. He could see every expression on her face as he fucked her.

”Look at me,” he commanded, and she did. Her eyes locked on his, not looking away.

”I love you,” he said, and started moving. Slower now. Deeper. Each thrust deliberate, controlled, hitting her g-spot with devastating precision.

”I love you too,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

”I know.” His forehead dropped to rest against hers as he continued moving inside her. ”You’re going to come for me. Right now. On my cock.”

”Dimitri, I’m not....”

”Yes, you are.”

His hand moved between them, found her clit, and pressed down hard while he drove into her. The combination was too much...her orgasm hit like a lightning strike, her entire body convulsing around him, her mouth opening against his in a silent scream.

He let her ride it out for a moment before he flipped them, her back now against the wall, and started fucking her again. Harder. More desperate now, chasing his own release.

”Again,” he commanded. ”Come again. I want to feel it.”

”I can’t....”

”You can. For me, you can.”

Her second orgasm built faster than the first, and when it hit, her pussy clamped down on him so hard that he lost it. His orgasm ripped through him with brutal intensity, and he buried himself inside her, feeling himself pulse and release while she clung to him, still trembling from her own pleasure.

They stayed like that under the shower spray, breathing hard, water washing over them both. His cock was still inside her, and he wasn’t ready to pull out. Wasn’t ready to separate from her.

”We need to stop,” she said softly, ”if we’re going to pack.”

”We don’t need anything we can’t get on the island,” he said, and kissed her temple.

But eventually, reluctantly, he pulled out and set her down on shaking legs. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, then took another for himself then walked her put of the bathroom.

The bedroom was cool after the steam of the bathroom.

”Come,” he said, pulling her toward the bed.

”Dimitri, we only have....”

”Two hours,” he finished. ”And I’m going to spend the next hour fucking you in our bed before we leave. You can pack in thirty minutes.”

She didn’t argue. Just followed him to the bed and climbed on top of him as he sprawled back on the mattress.

She straddled his hips, and he was already getting hard again, because that was what she did to him. One look, one touch, and he was ready to go again.

”Ride me,” he said, his hands gripping her waist.

She sank down slowly, taking him inside herself with agonizing precision. His eyes never left hers as she began to move....up and down, grinding against him, working herself on his cock.

”That’s my girl,” he said. ”Use me. Get yourself off.”

She did, her pace quickening, her breasts bouncing with the motion. He let her set the rhythm, just held her in place and watched her come completely undone above him.

When she was close, when he could feel her body tensing with approaching climax, he flipped her over, drove into her from above, and fucked her through her orgasm, following her over the edge seconds later.

They collapsed together, sweat and water mixing, her back against his chest, his arm locked around her waist as he pulled her closer to his chest.

”We’re never going to pack,” she said breathlessly.

”Then we won’t,” he replied, and kissed the back of her shoulder. ”We’ll go to the island naked if that’s what it takes.”

She laughed against his chest, and he held her tighter.

The clock was ticking, and In less than two hours, they would board the jet. They would leave behind the city, the wars, the strategic calculations that has consumed his life for months now.

But for now....right now....there was just this. Just them. Just the feeling of her body against his and the knowledge that he would move mountains to keep her safe, to keep her his, to keep this feeling alive.

The packing could wait.