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I turned to see her soaping it up. I went back over to her. “Let me have that.”
She wiggled her brows playfully. “Oh, I plan to.” She reached down with it and sensually swiped it over my package.
I chuckled. “Oh, you think you’re dangerous with that loofah, eh?”
She nodded. “Turn around so I can get a swipe at that sweet behind.”
In surprise, I tucked my head back.
Laughing, she repeated, “Come on, show me that cute ass of yours.”
My mouth popped open.
At my obvious shock, she tilted her head back and laughed.
I moved swiftly and picked her up to move her back with me as I sat on the shower bench. With a swiftness I didn't realize I had, I reached under her to slip my cock into her.
With a gasp, she leaned forward as she dropped the loofah to the tiled floor.
I grasped her waist and raised her up then shoved her down onto my shaft.
Her breath left her as she was brought up and then lowered down onto me again. “Oh…Oh!” she exclaimed.
“Damn, that feels good,” I growled into her ear as I propelled her again, then again. Raising my hips, I thrust up into her as I grasped each nipple with my fingers and tweaked them.
“Deo…” Her voice sounded raspy.
“Yes Gia, say my name again,” I whispered into her ear.
“Deo!” she gasped out as her body grew rigid and she came on my lap.
I loved hearing my name on her lips as she came for me. I held her steady by her hips again and clamped my mouth down her neck to suckle her skin as she climaxed. Her body nearly bucked out of my grasp as I pulled her back in and came inside of her. “No…you aren’t getting away so easily.”
Letting out a long sexy moan, her body sagged forward.
I still held her close to me as I whispered to her ear, “I think this is what they call cloud nine.”
Sputtering, Gia sagged against me as she laughed.
Chapter Eighteen:Kick His Culo
Gia
Was this what heaven was like? I wondered this as Amadeo washed my hair, massaging my scalp until I almost fell asleep. He then conditioned it, washed me down and generally just took gentle care of me as I was again like Jello. He toweled me off, detangled my hair then wrapped a towel around me and set me on the bed.
With a towel slung low on his hips, he turned and went over to my closet. Staring at its contents, he looked over at me to ask, “Are these all the clothes you have?”
I raised my head up. “Yes, I wasn’t happy about coming here, remember? So I asked my housekeeper to pack just a few outfits. I didn’t want to believe I would be here any longer than a few days. I honestly thought your father was going to place Deacon in a specialty hospital.”
“Like he would do what anyone expects.” He scoffed as he grabbed my red dress on the hanger and swung it over so I could see it. “And this?” He raised his brows.
I shrugged. “She packed it and I just…”
“When you walked into the dining room wearing this, I swear to all that is holy I’d gotten so hard I could have hammered a nail through a 2 by 4.”
A laugh burst from my lips.
“No, I am serious. I already had a hard on for you, so to speak. Then you had to become thelady in redof all things.”
