46. Nico
forty-six
Nico
One Week Later
I hang up the phone with my lawyer and stare out my bedroom window at the view. Inhaling a deep breath, I finally let my shoulders fall and let the anger I’ve been holding onto fall away.
It’s done.
When everything first went down, Eli handled getting the video pulled off the internet, as well as all the related articles about me and Savannah, and her family.
All the media retraction statements clarified who the true film star was—Damien Barnes. The entire world went rabid over the sports agent screwing over his baseball player client angle. I let them have it.
As long as they keep Savannah’s name out of it, the media can say whatever they want about me.
All that matters is that Damien’s reputation is ruined. Every single one of his clients fired him. Not surprising. If he could retaliate against me, his best friend, then there’s no knowing what he would do to someone he didn’t have a history with.
“How did it go?” Savannah asks from behind me.
I turn to find her lying on her stomach, naked in bed, looking like a tempting fallen angel in the early morning light.
She rolls onto her side and leans on her elbow, head resting on her fist. My dick hardens at the sight of her pebbled nipples poking through the silky black sheets covering her curvaceous body.
Like I have all week, I’ve been inside her all night long, and it still isn’t enough.
Pretty sure that if I didn’t have Savannah by my side, my head would have exploded from all the stress, frustration, and anger. She’s my angel. I like to think it’s her sweet pussy that has kept my migraines away.
She does not.
Savannah is determined to minimize my triggers.
The lights always have to be dim. No TV before bed.
She’s ordering me to drink more water and increase my electrolytes.
Demanding that I change my diet, and eat less salt and eat more magnesium.
Making sure I take my medicine at the first sign of symptoms, instead of waiting until it’s too late.
She’s a real pain in my ass. And the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. I’d do anything for her.
Savannah smiles like she knows what I’m thinking.
“Good. Everything is settled. I’ll have to meet with my attorney to sign some paperwork, but we never have to think about Damien again.”
Now that I’m done with him, that motherfucker is going to wish he never fucked with me. I put my trust in him, and it pisses me off that Damien abused it the way he did.
Joke’s on him. The information my lawyer’s private investigator dug up on Damien was a goldmine. Turns out, Damien was a naughty piece of shit. Aside from the dirty contract dealings, he was covering up sexual harassment claims by paying off victims and embezzling company funds.
I turned every piece of evidence that was gathered on him over to the proper authorities.
Now he’s facing a multitude of lawsuits, including a defamation lawsuit I filed against him to make him pay for putting the woman I love through heartache, and one criminal case that will most likely land his ass in jail.
“Are you okay with everything?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
“He was your best friend for over two decades. It has to hurt knowing he did this to you.” Savannah frowns, and I want nothing more than to wipe the look from her face from now until the end of time.
Her concern for me only makes me love her more.
I’ve come to terms with everything the moment Damien touched Savannah on the dance floor. If he were truly my friend, he would never have betrayed me. He’d been doing it for years; I just refused to see it until it was too late.
In three strides, I’m at the side of the bed, placing my cellphone on the night table. I push Savannah onto her back and then climb onto the mattress to hover over her, caging her in with my fists beside her head and knees at her outer thighs.
She places her hands on my chest and looks up at me with her worried amber eyes.
“It did, at first. But the moment he brought you into our fight, he crossed the line. Now I’m going to ruin him and enjoy doing it. No one fucks with you, gattina. Only I get that privilege.”
Savannah laughs and slides her hands over my shoulders. “Only you, baseball boy.”
“Fucking right, only me.” I kiss her neck.
“No more talk about that asshole.” I lick her collarbone and the tops of her breasts as I slowly lower the sheet and work my way down Savannah’s body.
“This is our time, and I plan on taking full advantage of having you in our bed until we both have to go back to work.”
She reaches between us: over my boxers, she cups my hard shaft in her palm and strokes it. “I like the sound of that.”
I slap her hand away. “You know the rules. Hands in my hair, not on my dick.”
“So demanding.”
“You love it.”
Savannah rolls her eyes, biting her bottom lip to stifle her smile, and does as she’s told.
“Now that’s my good girl,” I croon.
“It’s not fair,” she bemoans as I swirl my tongue around her nipples, nipping the tips before I suck them into my mouth.
“What’s not fair?”
“Your mouth. It’s too talented at making me feel good.”
Like she doesn’t have a magical mouth herself.
I smirk at the thought as I suck the sensitive skin underneath her tit until I leave little red love-bites, marking her as mine where only I can see.
“Hmm.” Savannah moans as her back arches off the bed.
“You like when I mark you as mine, gattina?”
“Yes,” she hisses as I move to the other side and repeat the process.
My cock almost explodes at her confession.
Mine.
I plan on keeping her until my last breath. I’m going to love this woman so fucking hard that she’ll never want for anything or anyone but me. I plan on making her as obsessed with me as I am with her.
Savannah lifts her hips into a glute bridge, rubbing her pussy over my erection. “Nico, please.”
I grin as I lower the sheet, licking and kissing her ribs and stomach.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I drag the sheet completely off her body and slip between her thighs, spreading them wide and coming face to face with her pretty pink pussy. Her lips glisten, puffy from all the times we’ve fucked in the last couple of days.
“So wet for me, baby.” I run my index finger through her soaked slit, circling her entrance, before sliding it inside her tight heat.
Savannah pants, her pussy clenching my thick finger like a vise as I slide it out. The orange flecks in her irises burn bright as she watches me bring the soaked digit to my mouth and suck it clean.
I hum with delight, licking my lips and savoring her taste. “So delicious. I plan to eat your sweet cunt for breakfast every morning for the rest of our lives.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and her sexy lips turn up in a smile. “Is that so?”
“Better believe it.”
With my eyes on hers, I lean down and swipe my tongue through her pussy. The sweet burst of her flavor—straight from the source—on my tongue makes me feral, turning me into a man starved. I bury my face in her pussy, licking and sucking every inch of her sex.
Savannah rides my face, taking what she wants. I pull her clit between my teeth and flick the sensitive bud with my tongue, making her cry out.
I’m so fucking hungry for Savannah; there won’t be a pause between fucking her with my tongue and my cock.
With my free hand, I push my boxers down, freeing my greedy dick from its confines. Cum weeps from my tip as I tug the piercing on the top and bottom. The pain quells the orgasm tingling in my balls.
“Nico,” she calls out my name.
Music to my ears.
She’s close.
Savannah’s pussy flutters as I work her clit with my tongue, and slide two fingers deep into her channel and curl them forward, hitting the spot I want.
Her thighs tighten around my head before she shatters beneath me with a shout.
Her orgasm wracks her body, and her cunt contracts in pulsing waves on my tongue.
Needing to feel the aftershocks of her quivering pussy around me, I remove my fingers, replace them with the head of my cock, and thrust into her still-pulsing wet pussy.
“Oh, yes,” Savannah hisses and claws at my back as I bury my cock inside her cunt to the hilt and freeze.
I ride out her orgasm with her as her muscles spasm around my shaft, sucking me in deeper.
“Your pussy is going crazy.” I grind my molars, almost cracking a tooth, as I fight back my impending orgasm. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last.”
Savannah slides her arms under my armpits and around my back as she wraps her legs around my hips and locks her ankles above my ass. Her eyelids are heavy with lust as she rolls her hips, and I slowly drag my dick in and out of her cunt.
“Then don’t.” She leans up, licks my lips, and moans at the taste of herself. “Give it to me hard. Like my good boy.”
At her praise, I’m so fucking done for. She owns me. She and her magical fucking pussy.
With my restraint gone, I snap, and as she requested, I don’t hold back. I fuck Savannah with everything I’ve got.
Together, we give ourselves over to each other. The physical representation of our love is everything. It’s raw and all-consuming.
I lose myself in the moment. In the feel of her soft skin beneath mine. In the sweet scent of her shampoo filling my nose. In the way her wet cunt takes my cock like she was made for me. In the way she makes me feel complete. Loved. Whole.
“I. Love. You,” I grunt between thrusts. I’ll never get tired of saying those three words to her or hearing what comes after.
“I love you,” Savannah repeats with a breathy moan as she digs her nails into my back.
I swallow the sinful sounds falling from her lips in a searing kiss as I slip my arm under her knee and spread her wide.
Savannah’s cunt gushes, making it harder for me to ignore the tingle in my spine, as I fuck her with long, hard strokes. “Get there, Savannah. I need you to come for me.”
“I’m so close,” Savannah pants. She roughly tugs at my hair, searching for her release.