35. Savannah
thirty-five
Savannah
I whisper against his lips, spurring him on.
The wanton, needy woman speaking is unrecognizable and yet comes from a place deep inside me that’s never felt safe enough to reveal herself until now. Until this man came barreling into my life.
Nico growls, an animalistic sound that makes his broad chest vibrate beneath my palms and my clit pulse. The hand around my neck spasms, and his icy-gray eyes burn bright. Their heat licks my skin, my pussy throbs with need, and the fire between my legs reaches its boiling point.
“You push too far, gattina.”
“Do I really?” Knee bent, I lift it to his hip, opening myself to him. His cock is velvety smooth steel in my hand as I tug it forward and notch the tip at my entrance. The cool metal balls of his apadravya piercing make my pussy flutter.
“Savannah,” he warns as his thick shaft jerks in my palm. “Condom.”
I nip his jaw. “I’m clean and on birth control.”
He licks his lips and glances down at where his cock meets my pussy. “I’ve never…”
“Me neither.” I’m not reckless. It’s not who I am.
I’m a planner. An overthinker. Cautious to a fault.
But this man makes me impulsive. He encourages me to feel, not to think.
He asked me to let go. Well, here I am, unfiltered and driven by my desire for him.
“Decide now. Because I want to feel you inside me, nothing between us.”
“Are you sure?” He removes his hand from my throat and slides each of his forearms under the backs of both my knees, lifting me off the ground.
“So sure.” I release his cock and place both hands on his shoulders for balance. His heated eyes find mine.
“You and your tight pussy are about to ruin me, gattina,” he groans, barely pushing his tip inside me.
“Good.” My breath catches, and I shudder at the sensation of his piercing spreading me open.
I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs as I wait for Nico to plunge his dick inside me like he did his tongue, making me come harder than I ever have before.
I dig my nails into his shoulder and use his words against him. “Now, be a good boy and let go.”
“Penso che ti amo,” he grunts in Italian as he snaps his hips and rams his thick cock into my pussy with enough force to knock the breath out of me.
My body spreads around him with a pinch of pain that quickly dissolves into pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good. So damn tight and wet.” Hips still as can be, Nico sucks in air between his teeth.
He focuses on my face, but the wild look in his gray eyes lights a fire inside me.
I rock my hips to take in more of him. “So full. I need you to move. Please.”
“Think I like you begging.”
“Nico,” I plead, helpless and aching, as he pins me to the windows, knees wide, pussy open for him to claim.
“Beg. Tell me how badly you want my cock.” His cock twitches inside me, but Nico’s control is unparalleled as he remains frozen, with me spread around his thick shaft.
He drags out of me to his tip, and my pussy contracts at the loss. Unadulterated lust fuels me to do as he asks. “I want you so badly. I need you, Nico. Please fuck me with your big, beautiful cock.”
Nico slams into me, and the back of my head bumps the glass from the force.
“Fuck yes. Again,” he pleads.
His need for me to touch him, to hear he’s wanted, breaks my heart. I knew he held back with his no kissing rule, but tying up the women he slept with so they wouldn’t touch him is shocking. Exposing the piece of himself that needs me to stay. To wipe away the pain of his abandonment.
I want to junk punch Nico’s dumbass father for leaving him and making him feel unworthy, and soothe the jagged pieces of his soul. Provide Nico with the security he needs.
I’m not stepping into a relationship with Nico lightly. There’s a real possibility I could hurt my sister by being with him. Taking a chance on him is serious. Very real to me. But if he’s going to go all in, then I am too.
I have to trust him the way he’s trusting me with his body.
“I need you,” I whisper, licking the fierce lion inked on his neck as I score my nails over his shoulders and down his pecs.
Nico repeats his salacious torture with slow, deep thrusts of his cock, and I moan in pleasure at each agonizingly delicious one. He increases his pace, his chest heaving with each ragged breath and punch of his hips as he drives his cock inside me, wrecking me for any other man.
“More.” The gravel in his voice, his demand for me to validate my feelings for him, makes my body soar higher, closer to the edge, as an invisible rope coils around my heart.
Nico roughly takes me in such a raw and intense manner that tears sting my eyes. Again, he pleads with me to repeat my need for him, and something deep inside me clicks into place, allowing me to drop my armor and really let go.
“Fuck me.” I reach up and thread my fingers through the thick hair on top of his head and tug. “Give it to me harder, baseball boy. Fuck this pussy like you own it.”
His voice is pure gravel as he moans, “Fuck, Savannah.”
“That’s right. Fuck Savannah.” I dig my heels into his ass as he pumps into me.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my butt, no doubt leaving bruises, as he spreads my cheeks apart. He lifts me up and slams me down onto his cock, getting unbelievably deep.
“Sono tuo.”
I don’t know what the hell Nico is saying, but the tone sends a warm feeling through my veins and to my heart. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
My muscles quiver deep inside behind my pelvic bone as Nico steps back, holding me like I’m weightless.
I slide perpendicularly to him and the glass.
I claw at his forearms as he cants my hips up, angling me just right for the tip of his cock and his piercings to hit my G-spot. A place no one has ever reached before.
An intensely hot and heavy feeling coils tighter between my legs.
“Oh, yes. Right there. So close.” My pussy quivers, tightening around his cock, refusing to let him pull out.
I close my eyes and concentrate on the pleasure of it all. His body entering mine. The heady scent of our sex. The sound of our ragged breaths. The cool glass on my overheated skin.
Unable to reach the peak through his relentless pounding, I cry out his name, begging for help.
“I got you, gattina. I can feel you fighting it. Let go. Fucking come for me.” Nico moves one of my legs over his shoulder to rest as he licks the thumb on his free hand and places it over my clit, massaging the swollen nerves in quick circular motions. “When I say come, you fucking come.”
Nico pinches my clit, and my body soars over the cliff.
My pussy clamps down on his dick, and every muscle in my body locks as I come undone in a red-hot fiery blaze. My orgasm rushes through my veins like wildfire. A pleasure-filled hot flash of epic proportions.
“Nico!”
“Atta girl. Coming all over my cock like a fucking queen.” Nico fucks me through the best orgasm of my life, giving me time for my vision to return. The muscles in his jaw work hard as he grinds his molars. “Savannah, baby, I can’t hold out any longer. I’m going to fucking explode.”
“Hurry. Slide me up.” My sweaty skin screeches against the smooth glass as Nico steps forward and holds me upright. He keeps me pressed into the glass as I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my fingers in his hair.
My body feels spineless and limp, but I fight through the waves of euphoria pulling me under and hold on to Nico with strength I didn’t know I had left.
I want to return the pleasure. For him to experience the same high he gave me.
I tug his head back, forcing his icy-gray eyes to hold mine.
“Now, come in my pussy like a good boy. Fuck me like a king.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Mi possiedi, gattina. Sempre.”
Again, I have no clue what he’s saying, but I don’t have time to think because Nico groans as his pumps become erratic, rough and off-kilter.
“Legs down.” I do as Nico orders. He grips my ass and lifts me, moving me as he pleases.
My clit rubs against the short, coarse hair on his pelvic bone at the base of his cock with each erratic thrust. Orgasmic shockwaves rock through me as Nico throws his head back with a growl.
Somehow, I come again, clinging to Nico, clawing at his scalp, and pulling his hair. I can feel the sticky heat of his cum fill me and drip out as he continues to rock into me, riding out his orgasm.
“That was…wow,” I pant, resting my head against the window as Nico lowers my feet to the ground.
“More like fucking amazing.” Nico kisses me. Hard and demanding.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth and swirls it with mine. I melt into him, forgetting that we are still connected and dripping. He nips my lip, and the sting makes my pussy flutter. I just came three times—an all-time record—and my body isn’t satisfied.
He breaks the kiss with a chuckle. “I felt that.”
“Sorry.” My cheeks flame. Nico’s turned me into a horny rabbit that wants to hump his brains again.
“Don’t be sorry. I want to fuck you again just as badly, gattina. I just need a minute.” He kisses my forehead and pulls his cock out of me in a gush of warm liquid.
I feel embarrassed for a whole other reason as our combined release dribbles down my thighs.
“I, uh, need to use the bathroom.” I cross my legs to hide the mess.
Nico glances down and grins like a wolf ready to pounce, gray eyes gleaming. He slides a thick digit through the cum dripping down my leg and brings it to his mouth, sucking his finger clean.
I watch his cock, still half hard, grow stiff again as he swirls his finger over his tongue and hums in delight. My body lights up at the gritty sound as if it were directly vibrating on my clit.
“Our cum tastes perfect together.”
He just licked his cum off my leg and liked it.
I press a hand to my chest as my heart flips and my knees wobble. “I think I’m going to pass out.”
This man is unlike any I’ve been with. Nico is confident in his sexuality and his masculinity. It’s refreshing, and to be honest, it is lady freaking catnip. Any man who can lick his own cum is an instant turn-on.
Catching me by surprise, Nico scoops me into his arms and carries me bridal style to the bathroom. “You can pass out after I clean you up and fuck you again in the shower.”
Goosebumps break out across my skin at the thought of us in the shower.
“I think I can get on board with that.”