Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

She came hard, her hips thrusting up against his mouth, her orgasm hitting in waves. He kept his mouth on her through the entire thing, extending the pleasure, making it last until she was gasping and pulling his hair.

When she finally collapsed back into the sand, he stood and positioned himself between her legs.

His cock was hard, fully erect, the head already glistening with pre-cum. She reached out and stroked him once, twice, then guided him toward her entrance.

He pushed in slowly, not because she needed time to adjust, but because the sensation of being inside her still got to him every single time. Her pussy was tight around him, perfectly shaped to fit his thickness, and he buried himself to the hilt with a groan.

”Fuck,” he said. ”You always feel perfect.”

Eve was already moving beneath him, pushing her hips up to meet his, setting the rhythm. She knew how he liked it. Knew that he preferred when she participated, when she met him halfway, when she made demands instead of just accepting what he gave.

”Harder,” she said, and dug her nails into his back. ”I know you can do better than that.”

He laughed, a rough sound that turned into a groan as he began to pound into her.

His pace was brutal. Fast. Deep. Every thrust drove his entire length into her, and she took him without hesitation, her body moving with his, her moans mixing with the sound of the waves.

”That’s right,” he said, his voice rough. ”Take my cock. Show me how much you want it.”

”I want it,” she gasped. ”I always want it. Only you. Only your dick.”

He changed angle, and the next thrust hit her g-spot, making her cry out. She was close already, the combination of location and intensity and the knowledge that they had all the time in the world pushing her toward climax.

”Come on my cock,” he commanded. ”Come for me.”

Her orgasm hit hard and fast, her pussy clamping down on him, her nails raking across his back. He felt her come, felt every flutter and clench, and it pushed him over the edge.

He buried himself inside her and came, his body going rigid as pleasure ripped through him. He groaned her name against her shoulder, and for a moment, they just held each other in the sand with the ocean as their witness.

When it was over, they lay there breathing hard, still connected, neither of them wanting to separate.

”Again?” she asked after a moment, her voice playful.

”In a minute,” he said. ”Let me recover. Even I have my limits.”

”Do you?” she challenged, rolling so that she was on top of him, still impaled on his cock. ”Because I remember you going for six rounds with me before.”

He laughed and pulled her down for a kiss. ”That was before I realized I had fourteen days to make you scream my name.”

They moved to the villa around midnight, the sand washed away by a quick dip in the ocean, their bodies exhausted but satisfied.

The master bedroom had soft lighting that came on automatically when they entered. The bed was already turned down, fresh sheets crisp and cool. Someone had left water and fresh fruit on the nightstands.

Eve collapsed into the bed while Dimitri showered. When he came out, he found her nearly asleep, tangled in the sheets.

He climbed in beside her and pulled her against his chest, her back to his front, his arm around her waist. He could feel her heartbeat, still slightly elevated, still recovering from the physical exertion.

”Tomorrow,” he said against her shoulder, ”I’m going to wake you up with my mouth on your pussy. Then I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up. Then we’ll have breakfast on the terrace and plan how we’re going to spend the afternoon.”

”That sounds good,” she murmured, already half-asleep.

”The day after that, I’m taking you sailing,” he said. ”Just us on the water. No agenda. No plans. Just the two of us.”

She turned in his arms to look at him. ”You’re going to teach me?”

”I’m going to teach you everything,” he said. ”Everything you want to know.”

She kissed him softly, and then settled back against him, her breathing evening out as she fell asleep.

And for the first time in his life, Dimitri Valentino felt something like peace.

The war could wait. Italy could wait. His father could wait. For fourteen days, there was nothing in the world but a woman sleeping in his arms and the knowledge that he’d finally found the one thing that was worth more than power, more than empire, more than legacy.

Her name was Eve, and she belonged to him completely.

*** ℴℴ𝘮

The first thing Eve noticed was the silence.

She woke to sunlight streaming through the glass walls of the master bedroom, warming her skin, and the immediate realization that Dimitri wasn’t beside her. The sheets where he’d been were still warm, which meant he hadn’t been gone long, but his absence was still noticeable. She’d gotten used to waking up with him, his arm around her, his body curled around hers, his heartbeat steady against her back.

She lay there for a moment, listening to the sound of the ocean in the distance. The island was so quiet. No traffic. No sirens. No city noise. Just the sound of waves and birds and wind moving through the gardens.

Eve stretched and made her way to the bathroom.

The bathroom was even more stunning in daylight. The window overlooked the ocean, and she could see for miles, water so clear it looked like glass, the reef formations visible beneath the surface. She turned on the shower....rainfall showerhead, naturally, and stepped under the hot spray.

Her body was pleasantly sore. Dimitri had kept his promise about the early morning....she’d woken to his mouth between her thighs, his tongue working her clit while she was still half-asleep. They’d made love as the sun came up, slow and deliberate, completely different from the frantic intensity of the beach.