21. Nicholas
Chapter twenty-one
Nicholas
I ’ve fucked a lot.
Throughout the years, I’ve had my fair share of women. I love the chase, love the feel of a tight, pink pussy stretching around my cock, legs wrapped around my waist. And tits. Fuck, I love tits. Small, big, perky, heavy, I didn’t care, as long as they were in my hands or my mouth.
But since signing that contract, I haven’t even looked at another woman, let alone touched one. And right now? Right now, it’s like I’ve never touched a woman in my life. My cock is straining against my pants, harder than it’s ever been.
I’ve never wanted anyone like I want her. Never in a million years thought this would happen. And yet, here she is. Laid out for me, her legs parted just enough to make my mouth water.
I press my face to the soft skin of her inner thigh, breathing her in. She smells warm, intoxicating, like everything I’ve ever craved but never had.
My hand slides up her thigh, my thumb grazing the edge of her panties. The heat radiating from her is unbearable, and my cock throbs with the need to sink into her, to make her mine. Slowly, I hook my finger under the cotton and pull it aside.
She’s beautiful. Wet, pink, and perfect in every way.
My tongue drags over my bottom lip as I take her in. I need her. Need to taste her, ruin her, claim her in ways that will make her forget anything that isn’t me.
A low groan rumbles in my throat as my fingers trace her seam, slick heat coating my skin. She shivers beneath my touch, her body soft, pliant, and so damn eager. I dip lower, circling her clit with slow strokes, my cock throbbing in time with every soft sound spilling from her lips.
“You want me to eat this pretty pussy, honey?” My voice is rough, gravelly, the words dragging from deep in my chest. My fingers tease her, stroking just enough to make her gasp but not enough to give her what she needs.
Her body jerks, her hips tilting up as if begging for more. Her breathing quickens, and her cheeks flush a deep, beautiful red. She nods, frantic, but that’s not good enough for me.
“Words, Amara,” I coax. I need to hear her say it, to beg for it. “Tell me what you want.”
Her lips part, her eyes fluttering shut as a shaky whimper escapes her. “I… want—” Her voice cuts off with a sharp inhale when I press my thumb harder against her clit, drawing slow, torturous circles that have her shaking with anticipation.
“Want what?” I push, my thumb never relenting. “I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”
Another sweet moan spills from her lips, and it takes everything in me not to dive in and devour her. But I wait. I want her uninhibited, stripped of any hesitation, free to feel and say everything she’s holding back.
“Your mouth,” she finally breathes, her voice shaky, her cheeks burning. “I want your mouth.”
I hum against her skin, letting my lips brush the soft curve of her thigh. “You want my mouth… here?”
She shakes her head, her frustration deliciously obvious.
“No?” I murmur, letting my lips trail closer to her glistening heat. I press a kiss against the thickest part of her inner thigh, just shy of where she needs me most. “Then… here?”
Her whimper is pure desperation, her hips bucking, seeking relief. I grin against her skin, the sound of her frustration only fueling me further.
Her thighs clamp around my head, caging me in as she seeks relief from my teasing. The pressure is intoxicating, and a groan rumbles from my chest at the thought of her cutting off my air with those thick, perfect thighs. What a way to go .
Gripping her thighs firmly, I wrench them apart. My gaze flicks up to her flushed face, her lips parted, her eyes hazy with need. She’s breathtaking. “Tell me what you want,” I murmur, my voice dropping to a low whisper as I press a featherlight kiss to her knee. “I’ll give it to you, Amara. All of it. You just have to say it.”
Her chest heaves, her breath hitching in her throat as her gaze locks with mine. “I want…” she starts. “I want you to touch me.”
My cock pulses painfully at her words, her raw honesty hitting harder than any touch could. “Like this?” I ask, dragging my fingers along her soft pussy.
“Yes,” she breathes, before she gasps, louder this time. “More. Please, Nicholas.”
Hearing my name fall from her lips, needy and desperate, sends a bolt of heat through me. I’m so close to losing control, but I hold on, savoring every second of her unraveling.
“Keep talking, honey,” I demand. “Tell me everything you want. I’m not stopping until you do.”
Her breathing stutters as my fingers continue their slow, torturous strokes, circling her clit in a rhythm that keeps her teetering just on the edge.
She’s trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, a broken whimper slipping free. “Nicholas… please.”
“Please, what?” I murmur, my lips hovering over her. She shivers as my breath ghosts over her skin. “Be specific. I need to know exactly how you want me to ruin you.”
Her face flushes a deep crimson, but her desire burns hotter than her embarrassment. “I want… your mouth,” she gasps, her voice breaking as my thumb presses harder against her swollen clit. “I want you to taste me. Please, Nicholas, I want you to lick my pussy.”
“That’s more like it,” I praise. “Such a good girl when you finally use your words.”
Hooking my fingers into the hem of her panties, I tug them down slowly, savoring every inch of her revealed to me. Her thighs part instinctively, and the sight of her—bare, glistening, and so beautifully vulnerable—has a groan rumbling deep in my chest.
“So damn pretty when you’re dripping for me,” I murmur, my voice thick with hunger. I drag my tongue over my bottom lip, dying to taste her. “I bet you taste even better.”
A shiver wracks through her, her lips parting on a sharp inhale. She’s practically vibrating beneath my hands, and I haven’t even started.
A soft, broken whimper escapes her throat as I lean in, and press my tongue flat against her, groaning at the intoxicating taste of her slick heat. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging hard as her hips buck against my face. The needy, breathless moan that spills from her lips is music to my ears, and I want more.
“Stay still, baby,” I command, my voice vibrating against her skin. “I’m hungry.”
My tongue circles her clit, alternating between firm flicks and slow kisses. Her thighs quiver around my head, her soft cries growing louder with every pass of my tongue. Each whimper, every plea, only makes me hungrier, my grip on her thighs tightening as I feast on her.
“You taste so fucking good,” I rasp between licks, my cock rock hard. “I could stay down here all night. I’d happily lick this sweet cunt until you forget your own name.”
Her thighs shake, her body tightening as she teeters on the edge of release. “Nicholas, I—” Her voice breaks, a desperate sob of pleasure. “Oh god… I’m going to—”
“Come for me,” I rasp against her, my words pushing her over the edge. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
Her body arches against me, her climax ripping through her as she cries out my name. I hold her steady, my tongue never relenting, working her through every pulse, every shudder. I savor her, drinking in her pleasure like a man starved.
When she finally collapses, breathless and boneless, I pull back just enough to meet her gaze. My face is damp with her orgasm, and I can’t help but grin.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, brushing a hand over my jaw as I take in her blissed-out expression. “You needed that, didn’t you?”
Her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes say everything, but she still manages a breathless, “Yes.”
I hum, gripping her thigh. “He didn’t take care of you properly, did he?” I ask, reveling in the fact her shitty ex-boyfriend never made her feel like this. “No one’s ever made you feel this good,” I murmur pressing another soft kiss to her thigh. “No one’s ever taken their time to worship this gorgeous body, have they, honey?”
She bites her bottom lip, shaking her head, and fuck if that doesn’t send a surge of possessiveness through me. The idea of anyone not cherishing every inch of her infuriates me—but it also ignites something primal inside me.
Her blush deepens as her gaze meets mine. “Not like you.”
“Good.” I rise to my feet, cupping her face in my hands. “Because we’re not done yet.”
Her breathing hitches, lips parting in a desperate gasp as tug down my sweatpants, along with my boxers in a single motion. Her eyes widen at the sight, a deep blush creeping across her skin.
I pull back slightly, my eyes scanning her face, breath coming fast. “I don’t have any condoms,” I admit. “I don’t bring girls here.”
Her eyes drop to my hard cock, standing at attention for her. “I always used condoms with Liam.”
The name brings a sharp sting, the anger bubbling inside me. Hate hearing his fucking name from her lips. I want her to remember no one but me.
I grip her thighs tighter, spreading them wider as I press her back against the cool surface of the kitchen island. “You want me to fuck you bare?” I ask, teasing her slick, soaked cunt with the head of my cock. “You want to feel my cock inside of you with no barriers?” The sight of her like this—flushed, needy, utterly at my mercy—fuels every raw, possessive urge burning through me.
She looks at me, a faint flush spreading across her cheeks. “Yes.”
“You’re soaked for me, Amara,” I groan, running the tip of my cock through her cunt, gathering the evidence of her need for me. “Look at this mess. I want every drop of it.” I lean closer, my breath warm against her ear. “You want this? You want me to fill you, stretch you wide around me?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice breaking on the word, desperate and pleading. “Please.”
I want to sink into her, to feel her tight, wet heat pulling me in, but I hold back, my jaw tight as I grip her hips. “I’m not going to make love to you, Amara,” I warn, my tone low and edged with hunger. “And I’m not just going to fuck you.”
Her breath catches, her wide eyes locking onto mine, anticipation and need warring in her expression.
“I’m going to own you,” I murmur, my voice thick with promise. “Every moan. Every whimper. Every inch of this body belongs to me tonight.”
A shiver courses through her, and I feel the way her body responds to my words, how her thighs quiver, how her breath hitches, how her need presses against me.
“Do you want that, honey?” I murmur, my cock sliding between her wet, eager pussy, teasing her clit. “To be mine? To let go and let me take care of every single one of your needs?”
She nods, her hips bucking against me.
“Use your words,” I demand. “Say it for me.”
“I want to be yours,” she whispers. “I want you to own me.”
“That’s my good girl.” My praise is rough, my voice thick with approval, and I see how her body responds, arching, craving more. “I’ll pleasure you, make you feel so fucking good, but in return you’ll do exactly what I say and follow my instructions. Understand?”
She nods eagerly, but I grip her chin, tilting her face so she can’t look away.
“Words, Amara.”
“Yes, Nicholas,” she breathes, her voice shuddering with need. “I understand.”
I press forward slowly, letting her feel every inch as I begin to push inside her. Her body resists for a moment, tight and scorching hot, and the sensation of her tight pussy nearly undoes me. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her eyes squeezing shut as she gasps.
“Holy shit. You’re so big,” she whimpers, breathless. “I—I don’t know if—”
“It’ll fit. You’ll take every inch of me. I’ll make sure of it.”
Her hips tilt up instinctively, seeking more even as she shudders beneath me. I reward her bravery with a slow thrust, sinking deeper, the stretch pulling a cry of pleasure from her lips. “That’s it,” I grunt. “This is yours. It’s all yours. Take it .”
Her breathless moans spur me on. Each stroke has her arching into me, her body gripping me tighter, the sound of her wet pussy filling the room.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven already,” I groan, brushing her hair back to see her face. “Goddamn, I’m addicted.” Her moans grow louder as I grip her face, running my thumb over her swollen bottom lip. “I’m fucking addicted to you.”
I needed this—needed her—and Christ , this is a mess of complications and mistakes I never make. But I’d do it all again just to have her like this.
“Never had such good… fuck .” I thrust deeper, her tight heat wrapping around me like a vice. She’s so wet, her slick cunt coating my cock.
Her hands clutch my arm as I hold myself inside her, savoring the way her body flutters around me. Then I pull back and slam into her again, her cry echoing in the room.
Her nails dig into my skin, and the urge to completely claim her burns through me. I want her restrained, her hands tied behind her back, waiting for my command. I want her on her knees, looking up at me with those wide, trusting eyes. I want my hand wrapped around her pretty little throat.
But something tells me sweet, innocent Amara isn’t ready for that… yet.
“Nicholas,” she moans, tipping her head back. “I’m so close.”
“That’s it,” I coax. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
My thumb finds her swollen clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. Her moans grow louder, her legs stretching out straight as her orgasm crashes into her. She clenches around me, her release flooding my cock, and I groan, my body losing control.
“Oh fuck,” I grunt, thrusting faster as my own orgasm overtakes me. “Take it all, baby. Every fucking drop.”
I empty inside her, the sensation so overwhelming I can barely see straight. My thrusts slow as the aftershocks ripple through me, her body still trembling in my arms.
I pull out carefully, watching as my cum spills from her, slick and glistening. The sight sends a surge of possessive satisfaction through me, my breeding kink roaring to life.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, running a hand over my face.
Amara’s face is flushed, her body spent, but her eyes glaze over with exhaustion and satisfaction as she hops down onto the floor, her hands pressed against my chest.
I’m not done, though. I want more. I want all of her, everything she has to give. My tongue runs over my bottom lip, my body burning with a deep need for her.
“If you can still walk, then we’re not fucking finished.”
Sliding my hands under her ass, I lift her effortlessly into my arms.
“Oh my God, Nicholas, what are you doing? Put me down!” she squeals, her voice laced with disbelief. “I’m too heavy—you’re going to hurt yourself!”
“Heavy?” I laugh, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Honey, I bench more than this before breakfast.”
“I’m serious. Put me—”
A sharp, unexpected slap to her ass makes her gasp, and I can’t help the satisfaction that rushes through me. “Don’t argue,” I warn. “We both know you’ll lose.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“We’re not done yet,” I say, pushing the bedroom door open. “I want to make you come again.”
And again. And again. Making her come has become my favorite new pastime. And I know exactly how I want to do it.
I place her down gently on the ground before lying back on the bed, licking my lips. “Come here.”
Hesitantly, she kneels on the bed, crawling toward me, her expression a mix of confusion and desire. I curl my hand around my cock, feeling it harden at the sight of her body—soft curves and round edges. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“Sit on my face, Amara.”
Her eyes widen, the shock and arousal flashing across her face. “Excuse me?”
“I want you to ride my face,” I rasp, my hands reaching up to grip her thighs, pulling her closer. “I want you to come all over my tongue. Let me taste every inch of you.”
She glances down at herself, a mix of hesitation and desire in her eyes. “But I’m… I’m full of your cum.”
I lift myself up, grabbing her and pulling her onto me. I widen her legs, positioning her to straddle my face. She gasps, her eyes locked on mine as she hesitates, uncertainty flickering in her gaze.
“Sit, baby,” I command, tapping my mouth. “Right here.”
She sucks in a breath as she glances down at herself. “My ass is big.”
“I’m aware,” I reply with a chuckle, squeezing her full ass cheek in my hand, loving every inch of her.
“My thighs are thick, Nicholas. I’ll crush you.”
I smirk, tightening my grip. “The thicker the thighs, the sweeter the prize.”
She blushes, the flush spreading across her skin, and it makes my cock twitch with anticipation as I pull her down further. “Now lower that sweet cunt onto my mouth, Amara. I’m dying for it. I’ll gladly die if it means tasting your pussy. Grab onto the headboard and ride my face.”
A needy moan escapes her as she finally surrenders, her thighs clamped on either side of my head. She moves against me, the heat and slick pressure grinding into my tongue, and it’s pure perfection.
Her hands leave my hair, gripping the headboard above her as she steadies herself, her body now completely in my control. Her pussy is drenched with her arousal and my cum, and I lap at her relentlessly, drinking her in. She anchors herself, the movement of her hips becoming more urgent, every shudder, every breath, telling me she’s on the edge.
“Oh god. That feels… Don’t stop,” she moans, encouraging me to continue.
I grip her hips tighter, pulling her closer, my mouth closing around her as I kiss her clit, sucking gently at first before letting my tongue flick over it, teasing, tasting. I make love to it with my mouth, desperate, starving for the taste of her, every movement driven by the need to make her come.
“Fuck, I love eating your pussy,” I murmur against her, my voice rough with hunger.
Her body shivers above me, her breath coming in sharp gasps, and I feel the tension building in her, the way her thighs quiver as she rides my face, unable to hold back. I slide my tongue deeper, the pressure building. “Come for me, Amara. I want to feel you come all over my tongue. Let me taste every drop.”
Her cries fill the room, a mix of pleasure and desperation, as she shatters once more, her body convulsing in the sweetest release. “Fuck yes,” I groan, savoring the way she clings to me, every muscle in her body shaking as she gives in to me completely.
When she finally collapses against me, breathless and dazed, I press one last lingering kiss to her swollen flesh, my lips brushing gently over her sensitive skin.
Gripping her hips, I lift her from my face, dragging her down my body, her ass grazing against my hard cock, sending a jolt of desire through me. “Don’t get comfortable yet. I want to fuck you again.”
She swallows, her eyes flicking down to my hard cock and grinds her ass against it, forcing a groan from my throat.
“You want that?” I ask.
She answers without words, lifting her ass slightly. She grips my cock in her fist and positions it just right before slowly lowering herself onto me.
I groan as the heat of her pussy surrounds me, my hands tightening on her hips, guiding her down. I feel the stretch, the way she adjusts to me, and I can’t hold back. The sensation of her tight, slick pussy is almost too much to bear.
“Ride me, honey,” I grunt, thrusting up into her. “Show me how much you need me.”
“Nicholas,” she moans as her hips begin to move, slow at first, tentative. I watch her, mesmerized by the way her body reacts, the way she rides me, inch by inch, her eyes locked on mine.
I reach up, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her down harder, faster. Her moans fill the room, and I can’t get enough. I want her to feel every inch of me, want her to come again.
“I can feel you tightening around me. You’re going to come again, aren’t you?”
She nods, her tits bouncing as she rides my cock, her hands pressed against my chest. I’d pay good money to have this sight on a canvas.
“Let go,” I urge her. “Let me feel you.”
Her body convulses above me, her cunt clenching around me as she shatters, her orgasm rippling through her. I hold her tightly, my own release exploding as I feel her tighten around me.
When she finally collapses onto me, completely spent, I hold her close, my fingers running through her hair.
“You did so good for me,” I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “So fucking good. I’m so proud of you, Amara.”
She lets out a small laugh, breathless and shaky. “Proud of me? For what?”
“For trusting me,” I say as I meet her gaze. “For letting me take care of you.”
Her cheeks flush, and she looks away, but I don’t let her hide. I tilt her chin up, so she has no choice but to look at me.
“You were amazing, Amara,” I praise, seeing her eyes light up. “I want you to know that.”
She nods, her lips pressing together, and I let out a breath, closing my eyes as I pull her into me.
This was a line I told myself I’d never cross, but now there’s no turning back.
And I don’t regret it at all.