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“Yes.”
“Well, then, you might want to get on your knees and thank me properly.”
My gaze flies to meet his. His eyes are scorching, and the playful glint is back, but there’s also something darker. A challenge. He wants to push me, too, not unlike the way I did to him just now.
I arch a single eyebrow at him. “I don’t know if I’m feeling that grateful.”
Nico wraps a hand around my jaw, stroking my lower lip back and forth with his thumb.
“Then do it because you want to. Because you don’t really need a reason to suck my cock and swallow every drop of cum I give you, do you?”
I’m sick. That’s why his words would make my nipples tighten to achy points and my mouth water for another taste of him. “You’re insatiable, Nico.” I try to sound disapproving, but it somehow only comes out in a breathless moan because I want nothing more than to finish what I started earlier.
He smiles wickedly, “That makes two of us fiammetta. Get on your knees.”
I slip off his thighs and sink to the carpet, already knowing he’ll push me to my limit and unable to believe how much I want him to do it and how slick my thighs have suddenly become.
And I find I’m right. Nico not only pushes me to the limit, but he also shows me a side I never imagined was lurking inside.
Holding my head steady, Nico fucks my mouth hard. My eyes water and I open my throat, but still, I gag around his girth every time he holds himself deep.
Acting on pure instinct, knowing how much Nico needs control, I let my hands leave the base of his cock and creep up under his shirt and around his waist, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles as I go. It’s a silent gesture of surrender to Nico, a sign of trust and permission to do as he pleases.
His fingers tighten in my hair as he gasps, “Buon Dio, Sophie, what the hell are you doing to me?”
I could ask you the same.
Nico isn’t a silent lover, but this time he's uncharacteristically loud. Like he wants me to hear how good my mouth feels. His dark pleasure, his tortured moans, and fevered curses land right between my thighs like hot bolts of lust, making me desperate for release. His and mine.
I remove one of my hands from around his waist so I can slip my fingers into my dripping folds and rub my clit as his groans turn feral and his thighs start to shake. And then, in seconds, he's right there. With a shout, he drives his cock deep and begins coating the back of my throat with his cum.
And there’s a lot of it, considering the man just came less than half an hour ago.
I’m vibrating with an insane amount of lust, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel like a naked wire, like if Nico breathed on me, I’d come. I’m not sure if it has to do with it being the first time I’ve ever let a man finish in my mouth, let alone relish his taste. Or maybe it’s the way his eyes, dark and scorching, train on me, watching me swallow his cum.
“Bellissima,” he praises, his eyes filled with intense pride, and the corner of his mouth quirks in a fleeting smile.
I note his erection hasn’t flagged one bit, something I’m immensely grateful for because if he doesn’t fuck this insane throbbing out of my pussy in the next minute, I’m sure I’d die of want.
By the time he bends me over my desk, I’m all but sobbing in relief.
“I won’t go slow, Sophie—” Nico warns.
“Don't you fucking dare! Fuck me hard! Now!”
“Si, bella,” He chuckles, then drives into me with a ferocity that immediately has me screaming. He fucks me through my orgasm with deep, driving thrusts and straight into another. And he goes on and on, pushing me to mind-numbing heights of pleasure.
It’s punishing hard and unbelievably dirty, and I’m certain I’ll never be able to view my office desk the same way again, but it's the best sex I’ve ever had. And something tells me I’ve barely scratched the surface with Nico.
God help me.
By the time we eventually scoop George into his carrier and leave, it’s well after dusk. I’m sated, sleepy, hoarse, and deliciously sore. He drops me off at my house, promising to have someone leave my Camaro on my driveway before morning.
“Nico, you’re sure Maria and Victoria are fine, though?” I ask again before I leave his SUV.
“Si,” Nico replies. “As well as can be considering she’s lonely and recently widowed.”
I nod and kiss him goodnight, wishing there was some way I could help Maria. I know suggesting another therapist is out of the question since her last one barely escaped with her life.
