Chapter 32 #2
“You like watching yourself get fucked by my fingers, don’t you?” he growls in my ear. “Look how pretty you are when you’re falling apart for me.”
I can’t stop staring. My mouth is open, eyes glassy, breasts bouncing slightly with every thrust of his hand. I’m dripping down his wristband the sight only makes me wetter.
“Nico—”
“Come,” he orders, voice dark and commanding. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
A loud, broken cry tears from my throat as I come hard. My whole body shakes violently, legs giving out as pleasure rips through me like lightning.
My mouth is wide open, no sound coming out for a moment as the orgasm blinds me. Nico doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting his fingers in and out, drawing out every wave, making me squirt again and again until I’m a trembling, sobbing mess against him.
“That’s it,” he praises, voice rough with lust. “Such a good fucking girl. So beautiful when you come.”
I’m gasping, crying, barely able to stand. But he holds me up, never letting me fall, whispering filthy praise in my ear the entire time.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
His hand leaves my pussy only to slap it lightly. The sharp sting on my oversensitive clit makes me jerk hard, a broken whimper escaping my lips. The sensation is too much and not enough all at once.
He does it again, and again, and again. Until I'm beginning him to fuck me.
“Patience, baby.”
He keeps one arm wrapped around my waist, holding me steady as he uses his free hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers.
I turn in his arms, eager and shaky, helping him push everything down his hips. The moment his cock springs free, thick, heavy, and already leaking, I drop to my knees without thinking.
I wrap my hand around the base, feeling the heat and the way it throbs in my palm. I lean forward and swipe my tongue over the head, tasting the salty pre-cum. Nico groans deeply, one hand threading into my hair.
“Yeah, just like that, baby,” he rasps. “Fuck, your mouth feels good.”
I take him deeper, wrapping my lips around the head and sucking gently. He’s big, almost too big, but I relax my jaw like he told me before, taking more of him until he hits the back of my throat.
My eyes water, but I don’t pull away. I want this. I want to unravel him the way he unravels me.
I start moving, bobbing my head, using my hand on the part I can’t take yet. I’m getting wetter just from this.
The power of having him like this, the way his hips twitch, the low groans and curses falling from his lips because of me. It makes me feel powerful. Desired. Wanted in a way I’ve never been before.
“Such a good girl,” he groans, fingers tightening in my hair. “Look at you, sucking my cock so pretty. You’re getting so wet from this, aren’t you?”
I moan around him, the vibration making him curse again. I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, letting him slide further. More tears slip down my cheeks from the effort, but I don’t stop. I want more. I want to feel him lose control.
He’s breathing harder now, hips starting to thrust shallowly into my mouth. “Fuck, baby… I’m close. You have to stop if you don’t want me to come down your throat.”
I don’t stop. I suck him harder, hollowing my cheeks, looking up at him with watery eyes.
But he pulls me off with a guttural groan, breathing ragged. “Not yet. I want to come inside you.”
He helps me stand on shaky legs, turning me around so I’m facing the mirror again. My hands brace against the cool surface as he presses up behind me, his cock hot and heavy against my ass.
“Look at yourself,” he growls, lining himself up. “Look how fucking gorgeous you are when you’re about to take my cock.”
I watch in the mirror as he pushes inside me—slow, deep, stretching me open until he’s buried to the hilt. We both moan at the same time. He feels even bigger from this angle, filling me completely.
He starts fucking me, deep, steady thrusts that make my breasts bounce and my mouth fall open in a silent cry.
His hand snakes around to rub my clit while the other grips my hip, pulling me back onto him with every stroke.
“That’s it,” he groans in my ear. “Take my cock like a good girl. You were made for this. Made for me.”
I’m moaning loudly now, completely lost in the feeling of him moving inside me, the wet slap of skin on skin, the sight of us in the mirror, his powerful body behind mine, claiming me.
I come again with a broken cry, clenching hard around him, my legs shaking as pleasure floods through me.
Nico follows right after, burying himself deep with a rough groan of my name, spilling inside me in hot, thick pulses. He stays there, grinding slowly, making sure I feel every drop.
We’re both gasping, sweaty, and trembling when he finally pulls out. He turns me around gently, kissing me softly.
Nico’s hands light up every inch of my body like he’s memorizing me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my skin, voice rough and reverent. “Look at you… so beautiful like this, all flushed and full of my cum. This body was made for me, baby. Every curve, every tremble, it’s all mine.”
I can feel him getting hard inside me.
His words sink into me, filthy and loving at the same time, making my heart race and my core clench.
He caresses my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they’re tight and aching, then slides his hands down my waist, gripping my hips like he never wants to let go. He nuzzles my neck, kissing and biting softly, whispering how soft my skin is, how he could spend hours just touching me.
I’m already trembling again, hypersensitive from everything he’s done to me tonight.
He slides one hand up to my throat, gripping it firmly but gently, tilting my head back so I’m looking at us in the mirror. His eyes meet mine in the reflection, dark, possessive, hungry.
Then he kisses me, deep and claiming as he thrusts into me again.
Our lips part, and I can’t stop staring at the mirror. The sight is obscene and beautiful at the same time. My breasts bounce with every thrust, nipples tight and flushed.
My hair is wild, sticking to my damp skin. Nico’s powerful body moves behind me, muscles flexing, tattoos shifting as he fucks me. We look wild. Primal. Like we belong together in this moment of pure need.
His hand stays on my throat, holding my gaze in the mirror while the other pinches my nipple hard. I cry out, back arching, pushing back against him desperately.
“Yeah, just like that, baby,” he groans. “Bounce on my cock. Show me how much you need it.”
I do. I move with him, meeting every thrust, my hand gripping his thigh for balance. His deep baritone in my ear. telling me how tight I am, how wet I am, how perfect I feel, pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m close—” I whimper.
“Come for me,” he growls, pinching my nipple again while rubbing my clit.
I shatter with a loud cry of his name, my pussy clenching hard around him as pleasure rips through me. My legs shake, vision blurring, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, hand still on my throat, forcing me to watch myself come in the mirror.
He keeps going, thrusting deeper, faster, biting my neck and pinching my nipples until he lets go.
With a deep, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt and comes, spilling hot and deep inside me. I feel every pulse, every throb as he fills me, and it makes me clench around him again, moaning softly.
We stay like that for a long moment, his arms wrapped around me, my back against his chest, both of us breathing hard and trembling. He kisses my shoulder, my neck, my cheek, whispering soft praises against my skin.