Page 150 of Mila: The Godfather

“I’m going to take a quick shower, okay? Then we can head home.” He drops a quick kiss on my temple before rising from his chair.

“Ah… you’re hurt. Are you sure you can stand up on your own, Riagan? You could fall in the shower.” I question, watching him cringe when he stands to his full height.

“Then I guess you are going to have to come in with me, aren’t you?” he asks cockily, a little devilish smile taking over his bruised face.

“You want me to take a shower with you?”

“I do,” he says and I watch him kick off his sneakers and reach down to push his shorts off his hips. “I’m hurt, baby.” He pouts, and it takes a lot for me to not laugh. Oh, he’s clever. A vixen, too.

“You are hurt.” My lips curve in a smile at his playful teasing.

He then proceeds to take off my shirt, dropping it to the floor before he moves to take off my jeans. “You said it. I can barely stand. I could fall in the shower. You wouldn’t want that, would you, butterfly? Besides, I need help reaching the cuts on my back.” He says while turning slightly to show me his banged-up back, where he has scratches from slamming back against the jagged floor during the fight.

I have to admit that as soon as he turned, my eyes traveled down to his naked ass, not the bruises on his back.

“O-oh okay then,” I give in and drag my eyes back up. “But make it quick. Gym showers give me the creeps.” The things I’m willing to do for this man surprise me every day.

Gym germs. Yuck.

“The last thing you will be thinking about are germs, baby. Trust that.” Then he grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom. We’re both naked as the day we were born as we move toward the shower. Riagan releases my hand to reach in to turn on the water. I don’t miss how he’s hard as a rock already. It feels good, really good knowing I have the power to do that to his body. He wants me just as I want him, and it’s evident when his penis twitches just by me looking at it.

I smile at that.

He growls. “Fuck, baby, come on,” he says, moving inside, watching as I moved across the floor, naked, and completely devoid of any self-consciousness. Once inside the shower, he closes the sliding door and traps us inside. As soon as the warm water hits my back, I feel goosebumps spread over my skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. All wet and all mine.” He whispers in my ear before nipping it. His front to my back while his cock presses into my backside. “I like your skin on mine,” I whisper honestly as he washes my ass globes with soap. “I enjoy the feeling of the hard ridges of your body against me.”

“And I love being inside of you. It’s my favorite place to be, baby.” He whispers while washing me. “I swear to fuck all I do lately is think about all the filthy things I want to do to this hot little body. You make me hard, Mila just by fucking breathing. It’s fucked up.”

“W-what do you want to do to my body?” I ask breathlessly.

My head falls back against his shoulder as he reaches between my legs.I gasp. My eyes closing at the pleasure of being touched there.

“I want to fuck all your holes and fill them up with my cum.”

My breath hitches, and my breasts become tight while I feel the space between my legs getting wetter as he plays with my clitoris. “What e-else?”

“I want to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you so hard that my men will be able to hear it. They’ll be able to hear the loud cries of my woman—the most beautiful woman taking every inch of my cock. They’ll wish they were me, but no one gets to have this cunt, right baby?

“This tight, hot and pretty little cunt is mine?”

“Yes.” I breathe out, out of my mind with pleasure. The filthy things he’s saying… the dirty things he’s doing to my body. It feels…right.

“Good girl. That’s my good girl.” Warmth takes over me at his praise. I never would’ve imagined that I would participate in the kind of activities I read in my books, but here we are, and I certainly never imagined that I would love to be called a good girl by a man fingering me like Riagan is doing now. Like he owns that part. Every part of me. Which he does and he knows it.

“Ahhh.” His teeth come in, sinking into my neck. I cry out, unable to control the roll of my hips because I need him inside me. My legs nearly give out under me. The heat of his mouth pours over my skin like hot syrup, and the pain is just enough to bring every other inch of my skin to full awareness. Everywhere he touches is sensitive, feeling like a flaming torch over my body. I couldn’t think. I didn’t want anything else. I reach back, touching his face. “More.”

“Fuck, yes, baby.” His breath almost sounded like a growl. He knocks my knees wider, grips my hips, and yanks me back to him, the hard flesh of his cock pressing into me. A moan escapes me, and I could already feel how wet I was.

He takes hold of himself, crowns me, and before I can say anything, he slides inside me, burying himself deep and filling me so good my knees quake. “Ah,” I whimper, going rigid for a moment to adjust. The spot he hits deep inside me sends a wave of pleasure to the rest of my body, everything tingling and buzzing, and I hear his labored breaths behind me as he gives into it, too. He doesn’t wait long, though. Squeezing my hips where they meet my thighs, he starts pumping hard and fast, and I fumble my hands on the shower wall to keep my knees from giving out. All I could do was try not to fall as he thrusts into me in short, quick attacks, filling me up with his size and warmth and then pulling back out to do it again. God, he felt so good. My body jerks, and he pants and grunts as he fucks me harder and harder. The deeper he hits, the stronger my orgasm builds, and after less than a minute, my stomach starts to shake, fireworks started to spark deep inside me, and I hold my breath, letting the orgasm explode all over my body. I feel the skin of my nipples tighten and harden, and I cry out, “Riagan.”

“I’m going to touch your head, baby.” Lost in a daze, I barely process his words as I feel him grip my hair gently and pull my head back up, forcing my back to arch more and my ass to stick out farther for him. He drives in violently, pumping me hard and fast until he, too, starts to grunt, growing more strained as he begins to come. He jerks into me several more times and then gives one final thrust, and I feel him pull out of my body. I feel him spill all over my backside, breathing loud and so spent I was sure he might fall on me. But he doesn’t. He stays there, buried inside me for another minute. “I want that.” I blurt out. ’All of it.”

“What do you want, baby?” He is out of breath, and for a second, I worry what we just did was too much on him. He is hurt, after all.

“When you recover, I want you to do everything you’ve fantasized about.” I turn around and find him looking down at me with a smirk on his face as water cascades between us. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me while picking up the soap and cleaning my back, where he ejaculated.

So filthy…

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