Chapter Three
Bianca
The next few minutes seem to go by in a blur.
By the time my aftershocks are finally subsiding, Nicholas has already placed me on top of my bed and peeled my shorts and panties away from my trembling body.
Every inch of my frame is still sluggish and jellied from the orgasm he coaxed out of me, but my brain is hyperaware of his every move, addicted to the feeling of his hands on me.
He kneels between my legs, looming over me as his dark eyes roam over every inch of me. No man has ever looked at me like this before. Definitely not Cody.
The thought of my ex-boyfriend causes a slight pang of guilt within me. This shouldn’t be happening. I’m well aware of how fucked up it is to be lying naked with my legs spread wide for Nicholas the same day our relationship ended.
But when his lips crash onto mine again, every thought of why it’s wrong for us to be together evaporates. His stare is hungry, but so tender and worshipping I almost want to cry again.
“Beautiful girl,” he says softly. “You don’t even know how fucking incredible you are, do you?
” His fingers trace over my bare stomach, circling my navel, before gliding up to cup my breast. The heavy mound sits like a massive ripe fruit in his palm, and he lifts it, bending close to plant a gentle kiss on my sore nipple.
I stare at him, legs splayed, tits still leaking and glistening in the haze, and the next thing I know he’s standing up and begins stripping off his shirt in one firm yank.
Holy. Shit.
I mean, I’ve seen this man in business suits and golf clothes and even once in a tank top at the beach, but I’ve never seen his bare chest. He’s jacked.
Broad chest, arms roped with muscle, a scar bisecting one shoulder blade, dark hair dusting his pecs and trailing down the center of his abs. I want to bury my face in him.
God, I want him to crush me.
There’s a smirk on his face once he notices how mesmerized I am. When he peels off his jeans, I almost choke. His cock is…fucking massive. Thick, insanely hard, and leaking a clear fluid from the tip. A long vein trails the length of his shaft.
My body shivers from both the nervousness and the excitement battling inside me. Yet I can’t look anywhere else.
Nicholas crawls back onto the bed, his heavy dick swaying a little as he moves. “My sweet Bianca,” he rumbles, lips brushing my inner thigh. “Are you sure you want this? Once I start, I won’t be able to stop. You’ll always be mine.”
“Don’t stop,” I pant. “Please, Nicholas, don’t stop.”
He grins, wicked and satisfied, and inches his face closer to my center. The heat from his breath caresses my labia, and I almost yelp from just that small amount of contact. I feel him inhale deeply as though he’s trying to memorize my scent.
I brace myself, fists clenching my sheets, but nothing could prepare me for the first hot, slow lick of Nicholas’s tongue.
He parts my lips with his fingers, exposing me completely, and drags the flat of his tongue from my opening all the way up to my clit, pausing there to flick and swirl in lazy circles.
The sensation is so powerful, but I don’t want him to stop.
My body goes rigid, then melts all at once.
Nicholas hums as he laps at me, the vibrations sending waves of heat through my core.
He eats me like he’s starving and I’m the only meal he’ll ever have.
Every stroke is greedy, methodical, and devastatingly good.
My hips buck up against his face, and he holds me steady, palms pressing down on my inner thighs to keep me at his mercy.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he growls, breath warm against my drenched skin. “I want you to cum on my tongue before I fuck you, baby girl. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
I nod frantically, desperate to give him whatever the hell he wants. My back arches helplessly as he devours me, lips sealed to my clit, his tongue working so precisely I want to scream. Fresh droplets of milk form on each nipple then flow in ivory trails down to my sides and belly.
The sight of it makes Nicholas relentless. He begins alternating between languid, sucking kisses and rough, insistent flicks that send electric shocks through my entire body. He pins me with his gaze while he does it, dark brown eyes full of ownership and almost frightening tenderness.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, voice shattering on the syllables. I can feel the pressure building, the coil tightening, heat flooding my thighs, and more pearly liquid spurts from my tits.
When he slips two thick fingers inside me, curling them perfectly, my body jerks and I nearly sob.
I’m still sensitive from the last orgasm, causing the pleasure to be heightened.
He pumps his fingers slowly, deliberately, as if he has all the time in the world, and the obscene squelch of my arousal fills the air.
I’m almost embarrassed by how wet I am. I’m soaking his tongue, gushing around the two thick digits, completely unselfconscious, yet when I peek down at him, Nicholas looks like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“That’s it, Bianca. Give it to me,” he murmurs, voice humming against my clit. “God, you’re incredible. This body was made just for me, wasn’t it? Show me.”
All I can do is nod. It’s humiliating and perfect, and I want to melt into the mattress.
My fingers tangle in his hair, gripping for stability, as every muscle in my body tenses.
The orgasm shatters through me in a wave, so intense that I bite down on my lip, trying to stifle the scream, but I can’t.
My whole body quakes, thighs clamping helplessly around his head. Nicholas doesn’t let up, not for a second. He keeps stroking me through it, tongue never faltering, drinking every bit of pleasure I pour out for him.
As the ripples of my climax are still coursing through my veins, Nicholas eases up my body, kissing and licking the milky trail on my skin.
“Christ, baby girl…I’ll never get enough of tasting you.
” He bites my left nipple, tugging it gently, and I shiver with aftershocks.
His tongue swipes across the taut peak, and a groan rattles in his throat as he gulps down the burst of milk.
I can barely breathe. My body is limp, but Nicholas’s weight on the bed is a steady anchor. He props himself up over me, his eyes filled with so much hunger they’re nearly black.
And that cock…Wow, it looks even bigger up close. I can’t help but stare, hypnotized by the way it throbs and twitches between his strong thighs.
He must see something in my face, because he kisses my cheek, then my jaw, then the tender spot beneath my ear. “It’ll be good, Bianca. I promise I’ll take care of you. I’ll never hurt you.”
I believe him. I want everything he’ll give me so badly that I don’t even bother to ask if he has a condom.
My body wants to feel all of him.
Nicholas doesn’t seem concerned about our lack of protection either.
He strokes my thigh, then his cock, and then lines himself up at my slick opening.
He doesn’t thrust in right away. Instead, he rubs the swollen head over my soaked labia, coating himself in my arousal, and teases the tip against my entrance.
My hips buck on instinct, desperate for him to fill me.
He groans, and the sound is almost pained. “You’re so fucking tight. But you’re going to be a good girl and take it, aren’t you?”
A breathless “Yes,” flows from my parted lips. I try my best to relax, but my body is a riot of nerves and need. Nicholas presses forward so slowly I almost can’t stand the suspense, and then I feel the blunt pressure from the first few inches as he starts to breach me.
The stretch is intense. Even with all the wetness and the prep of his tongue, I feel every millimeter as he pushes deeper, my body straining to accommodate the girth of him.
I gasp and clutch at his biceps, needing his strength to ground me while my insides go taut around the impossible width of his cock.
I brace myself for extreme pain, but what I feel is more like an aching fullness, a sweet burn that sinks into my bones and makes my toes curl.
“Fuuuck, Bianca,” Nicholas hisses as he bottoms out. “You’re gripping me so well.” His arms tremble, the muscles straining as he holds himself above me, careful to go slow. “If you keep it up, I’m not going to last, and I’ll have no choice but to fill up your greedy little pussy.”
For some reason, the thought of him finishing inside of me kicks my arousal into overdrive.
I feel myself getting wetter, more milky fluid pooling out of me, and Nicholas leans his head down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss.
He starts to move, so slowly, withdrawing a little before gliding in again, each time stretching me wider, deeper.
My body tries to clamp down, instinctively resisting the stretch, but I force myself to relax and accept him. With every careful thrust, I feel myself adjusting, the burn fading into a thick, pulsing bliss.
He whispers encouragements in my ear, each one filthier than the last. “That’s it, baby. Take it. So good for me. No one’s ever going to fuck you like this, I promise. You were made for me. This pussy is mine.”
Every word is a jolt straight to my core. I don’t know if it’s the praise or the impossibly hard cock inside me, but I want nothing more than to be filled by him, over and over again.
He picks up the pace once he feels me relaxing, his hips rocking with a controlled power. The sound of his body meeting mine, his powerful shaft thrusting into my channel, is obscene, but it only makes me want him more.
I wrap my legs around his waist and try to draw him in deeper. When he angles his hips just so, he finds something inside me that makes my eyes roll back, and I cry out, clawing my nails down his back.
“Right there, baby?” he grunts, never letting up.
“You like being fucked like this?” I nod, swallowing back another moan.
Nicholas kisses my cheek, then grabs my right tit, giving a firm squeeze.
“Such a good girl. Look at you, taking every inch. My perfect little fucktoy. Are you going to keep feeding me while you take my cock?”
I can’t even speak clearly, just babble and whimper, “Yes, please. God, yes…”
His lips latch onto my nipple, tongue circling, and the shock of pleasure almost makes me sob. He thrusts a little deeper, filling me so completely I feel it everywhere, and as he drinks from me, tears are streaking from the corners of my eyes.
Nicholas swallows greedily, every pull of his mouth synced with the pounding of his cock. A primal, almost feral focus burns in his gaze. He’s determined to consume everything I have to give.
His hand slides up my thigh, cradling the underside of my knee, and he pushes down until my leg is bent nearly to my chest. The angle makes him hit something inside me so sensitive I nearly shriek.
He lifts his head, lips glossy with milk, and stares down at me. “You’re fucking perfect. Look at how you drip for me. No one’s ever going to make you feel like this. You’re mine, Bianca. No one else’s.”
Something hot and shivery pulses in my stomach. I know it’s too soon, but I believe every word he says.
Suddenly, he pumps his hips faster, still keeping it controlled but so deep it’s almost unbearable.
His fat dick slides along every tender, swollen inch of me, and I claw at his back, leaving red trails.
“More, please, I need…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for really.
Release, or maybe just the endless thrill of him inside me.
“I know, baby girl,” Nicholas soothes, fucking me harder now.
I can tell he’s getting close; his breathing is ragged, sweat beads along his hairline, and his hands grip my hip so tightly I’ll probably bruise.
“I want you to cum for me again. Can you do that? Can you cum while I’m inside you, pretty girl? ”
I nod, unable to form an actual word, the pressure at my core building into something unbearable. He slides a hand between us and easily finds my swollen bundle of nerves, rubbing tight, insistent circles with his thumb.
It’s too much.
My whole body bows off the mattress, mouth open in a silent scream, and I shatter around him. My pussy clamps down, milking him, and the sensation is so intense I can’t breathe.
Nicholas gives a low, savage growl, “Fuck, Bianca…I’m going to…” and then loses control. He thrusts in deep, holds himself there, and I feel the sudden heat of him coating my walls.
As he empties his semen inside me, he wraps his warm mouth around my tight bud again. Each cry is muffled by my nipple, which he roughly sucks at like a man starved. His shaft twitches, throbbing with each pulse, and I can feel the ripples of his climax rolling through both of us.
We stay tangled like that, gasping and shuddering, until every muscle in my body feels limp and I sense the warm trickle of his seed slowly dripping out of me. Then Nicholas carefully plops down beside me and wraps his arms around me, holding me close as if he never wants me to leave his side.
He didn’t ask if I was on any birth control, but something tells me that he doesn’t care.