Selfie With The Mafia

Book II - | 22 |

"If you don't ask for it now, tigrotto, I'm not taking you."

She gulped, her nails digging on my shoulder blades, "I'm.."

"Fine, don't. I'm still going to fūck the hell out of you." I growled, pushing her against the wall and grinding myself between her legs. Before removing my pants and boxers, my mouth hovered over her ear.

"You might want to hold on to that thing above you," I whispered in her ear, smirking as she hurriedly held the nearest shower rod. I lifted her leg and slammed inside of her, hard. A scream ripped from her throat, her another hand going to grip the rod above her.

Ava's harsh breath tackled my chest as I lifted her even more, hitting all in right direction, stealing her breath away whenever she gasped in surprise. I grunted, adjusting our hips and plunging deep inside her. I found her biting on her lip to suppress her moans and screams. I hated it when she did that, I wanted her to show me just how exactly good I was making her feel.

I loved to make her scream.

So I gripped her jaw and pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. Names were gasped, bodies were tangled, skin slapped skin with every juicy hip thrust. Ava struggled to keep her eyes open because the water fell right over her body, her skin tinting into a beautiful shade of red. I fūcking yearned to see this for a long time.

I felt it with Ava, kissing every inch of her delicate body, hands sliding over her wet skin. Gripping, clutching…anchoring. If all I had was tonight, I would make it count.

"Aaron, I ah—" I didn't let her finish, just fūcked her so deep that her body went lax. For one dazzling moment, I thought we both blacked out.

Some might have found her normal on the outside as their first impression but I knew she was deliciously complicated inside.

And I meant in much rather ways too.

I let my finger slid into her pūssy and she stiffened and begins to tilt her hips according to my movements. I clenched my jaw, my groans intensifying the sensations rioting through her body. When she felt a pinch to her clıt, her scream boomed across the walls with her flaring nerve endings.

"Oh my god!" Ava begun to thrash her from side to side against the cool tile wall, pain and pleasure mixing and sparking as I thrusted my cøck and toyed with her swollen clıt with my fingers.

This woman owned every one of my senses, and I lose myself to her fragile screams, her nails dropping and imprinting new marks of her on my back as I forced her higher and higher until we both shattered.

•••

I washed us both and shut off the water before wrapping Ava in a giant fluffy robe. It swallowed her small frame, and in her blissed-out postcoital state, she looked like a sated goddess. I carried her to the bed and settled her down, kissing her forehead and heading to the closet.

After dressing up, I went to grab my phone, glancing over Ava who seemed likely to pass out in any minute. Warmth filled my chest as her eyes followed my every movement but the faint—sad look on her flushed face irked my curiosity.

A message in Italian appeared on my screen. 

Ferro: There's something you need to know.