Page 89 of Dangerous Contract: Part 2

Stepping directly under the spray of water, he tilted his head back, letting the water wash over his face. Immediately hethought of Monique kneeling before him, head tilted back with his cum spilling down her chin as she swallowed as much of it as she could. His cock jerked again.

"Damn it. Get it together, Raz," he mumbled, lowering his head and cursing himself for being weak. He tried to shove those images of her away. "Think about something else," he mumbled.

He turned his thoughts to his family's upcoming plan to eliminate Tatum. Not even a second later, his mind was back on his Rosa and all the things he wanted to do to her. He wanted to hold her against him. He wanted to tell her that she'd looked sexy as hell today when she'd stormed away from his casino.

He wanted to tell her that he'd had trouble focusing on work all day because he couldn't stop thinking about how sexy her ass had looked as she'd stomped back to Toya's car. Just thinking about it had his cock standing at attention.

"Not again," Orazio groaned, thinking about all the times he'd jacked off to Monique's image in his mind since their breakup.

His mind was obsessed with her. His heart beat only for her. Even time apart was failing to release him from her spell. At this rate, he felt her name would be the last word he uttered with his last breath before he died.

That's how much she consumed his thoughts. He wanted her so badly that it hurt. And the particular part of him that was hurting right now wouldn't cease feeling this discomfort until he did something about it.

The water pounded against Orazio's tense muscles, steam enveloping him like a cloak as he placed one hand against the shower wall. His other hand gripped his throbbing cock, desperate to find release from the torment of longing that had consumed him for months.

"Rosa," he whispered, her name dripping from his lips like a prayer and a curse.

As he stroked his cock, he imagined coming home to Monique after a long day of work, his body sore and his mind weary from the constant chaos that surrounded him. Instead of finding dinner waiting for him, his Rosa would be lying in bed, butt naked, legs spread apart, revealing her pretty pussy to him.

"Are you hungry?" she'd ask, her voice sultry and inviting.

In his fantasy, Orazio dropped to his knees before her, his mouth salivating at the sight of her glistening pussy, glad that she knew he needed her more than he needed mundane shit like food, water, and air.

In his fantasy, he devoured her without restraint, tasting every inch of her sweetness as her thighs quivered against his face. Her moans and gasps echoed through the room, urging him on until she finally came, her honey flooding his mouth. But that wasn't enough to satisfy his hunger. No, he needed more. That was just an appetizer. Now, it was time for dinner.

"Fuck," Orazio grunted, stroking his cock faster as he imagined himself flipping her onto her stomach, her sexy ass wiggling from the act, a clear invite for him to take all that she had to offer.

With a force that shook the very foundations of their world, he pulled her to her knees, then slammed into her wet heat, making her scream his name as he claimed her fiercely. He fucked her like he missed her. He fucked her like he loved her.

He fucked her like she was the missing part of him – his heart outside of his chest, his soul away from his body. He fucked her like he'd die without her, like he'd stop breathing if he couldn't feel her warm breath against his lips.

"Orazio!" she'd cry out, her nails digging into his back as he drilled her.

He thrust deep into her tight pussy, feeling her walls clench around him as they both neared their breaking point. Theirbodies trembled and shuddered with each movement, lost in the dance of love and lust.

Closing his eyes, Orazio pumped his cock harder as he imagined himself shoving in and out of her tight pussy until she creamed all over his cock.

Then he exploded inside of her, filling her with his cum, leaving them both trembling and gasping for breath.

Orazio stroked his cock faster, pumping it harder, tightening his hand around his cock and imagining it was Monique's pussy tightening around him as she came on his cock.

"Monique!" Orazio's voice echoed through the steam-filled bathroom as he threw his head back, releasing a throaty groan.

His body trembled, his grip on his cock unyielding as he continued to stroke himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Hot streams of cum shot down the shower drain, mixing with the water.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, hating himself for giving in to this weakness yet again. He knew that if he didn't find some measure of control, he'd end up at Monique's doorstep, demanding she give him what his body so desperately craved.

His breathing ragged, Orazio lowered his head to rest against the cool tile of the shower wall. As the water poured over him, he closed his eyes and prayed for the strength to endure this life without her.

He prayed that the memory of her would cease tormenting him, chipping away at his resolve. After a few moments, Orazio reluctantly pulled himself together and finished his shower.

He turned off the water and exited the shower. The silence that followed him only amplified the emptiness he felt inside. Grabbing a large towel from the rack, he wrapped it around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom.

As he entered the bedroom, his longing for Monique pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket. Without bothering to dry off, he fell onto the bed face first, the soft fabric providing little comfort as he buried his face in the comforter.

"Get it together, Orazio," he muttered, voice muffled.

He lay that way for a long time, reminding himself that he had responsibilities to fulfill. He had only a few hours before he was expected to meet up with his brothers, and he didn't have time for distractions.

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