Page 109 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“Baby, I love you so much,” I say with a shiver, the orgasm still washing over me.
His eyes shine with happiness as he moves with me.
“I love you too. And I need you,” he pants. “So much.”
“Me too, baby. Me too,” I say, kissing him as the words I’ve kept close to the vest race through my veins and become one with me. I love Ford Bradley with every cell of my being. And he loves me back.
He pulls me down for a kiss, and I get lost in the sensation.
I stay inside him until my cock softens and slips out. He grins as I finger him, pushing the cum back inside. I’m tempted to grab his plug and keep this part of me inside him forever, but maybe later.
As we shower together, he lets me wash him thoroughly, and I love the slide of soap over his smooth skin.
“Mm, keep doing that,” he begs, his greedy cock hardening again. “Fuck, I’m such a slut for you.”
“Good. Maybe that’ll loosen you up for my suggestion.”
His eyes fly open, and a coy smile plays on his lips. “Yeah? What kind of suggestion do you have for me?”
I step out of the shower and grab a bottle of lube and the toy I had overnighted.
“This is the one you use, right?” I say, suctioning the colorful, otherworldly dildo to the wall in my shower.
Ford bites his lip, nodding.
“Show me. If you’re not too sore.”
He raises an arrogant brow and moves the dildo closer to the showerhead, then adjusts the height to match mine. Keeping our gazes locked, he strokes lube all over the fake cock. Standing on his tiptoes, he reaches up, grabbing the shower fixture as leverage while he sinks down, letting out a small gasp as he’s filled and stretched.
Knees bent, he leans back into it, taking it deeper, pausing for a moment to enjoy the sensation. He chants my name—Luca, Luca, Luca—then begins to roll his hips, fucking himself against the silicone.
Removing the showerhead, he adjusts the sprayer to the pulsing feature. His cock in one hand, the sprayer in the other, he starts stroking himself in time with his backward thrusts, aiming the pulsing jet at his balls.
He’s completely unselfconscious, pleasuring himself in whatever way he sees fit, running the stream from his balls to the tip as he begins to hammer away at the dildo. He then shifts the water temperature to freezing cold and aims the pulse at his nipples.
His cock softens in the cold water, but his nipples peak and harden with the frigid temperatures. This goes on for a few moments before he switches the water back to hot and aims once again at his cock and balls while fucking backward against the dildo. His cock revives quickly, and his gentle moans become grunts, his face contorting in a passioned snarl.
Finally, his balls draw tight against his body, and he drops the sprayer, dousing me. Dumbfounded, I go to my knees and grab his hips, fucking him up and down on the dildo while I swallow him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts, inelegant as he paints the back of my throat with cum.
I revel in his taste, greedy and shocked, even now, by his sensual carnality. Rising, I press him against the wall, pinning him on his fake cock, overworking his prostate as I sip the moans directly from his lips.
“This is how a virgin fucks himself in the shower?” I ask, biting his lip.
Breathless, still balanced on his tiptoes, hunching up and down between the dildo and my revived cock, he nods. “Yeah. Never been…uh…the kind…fuck yeah…to deny myse…ahh…deny myself pleasure.”
“Are you going to come again for me, little bird?”
“Ah, ah, ah…I didn’t think so. But maybe?”
I pinch his nipples, pulling up on them as I press into him.
“Ah, fuck, dry fire, dry fire,” he moans, his cock jerking hard. A pathetic pearl of cum drips from his slit, and he collapses against me, sliding off the wall cock.
“Little bird, me and this dildo? We’re about to have a beautiful relationship with you.”
He snort-giggles into my chest, his fingers gripping my shoulders for support. “Okay.”
