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NICO
The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels beneath us is a sultry backdrop as I pull Alessia into our berth, her body pressed tight against mine.
Her lips are already parted, breathing heavy, as I shove the door shut with my heel. The dim golden light of the compartment flickers, casting shadows that dance across her flushed skin.
The La Perla clings to her like a second seductive skin, one I can’t wait to peel off her.
Her hands claw at my shirt, yanking it free from my trousers.
I’m already throbbing just from the way she’s looking at me—like I’m the only thing she’s ever wanted. I push her against the wall of the rolling train, my breath hot against her neck as I nip at her pulse point.
She arches into me, grinding her hips against my cock, and I groan into her skin, my hands gripping her ass.
“Nico,” she whispers, her voice ragged, and I don’t need any more encouragement.
I take off her bra, and her gorgeous breasts spill free.
Her nipples are stiff, begging for my mouth. I bite down, sucking hard.
She cries out, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
I drop to my knees, my hands sliding up her thighs. She’s already dripping wet, her lace panties soaked through.
I tear them off with my teeth, her scent hitting me like a slap to the face—sweet, musky, fucking divine. I love the sound and the feel of the broken lace, the barbarian in me wanting to claim her.
“Nico, that’s expensive Italian lace.”
“I want you.” I bury my face between her legs, tongue plunging deep into her.
She moans, her thighs clamping around my head as I devour her.
Her taste is intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I lick and suck until she’s writhing against my mouth, her hands clawing at the wall for support.
“Please,” she gasps.
I love it when she begs.
I stand, my cock straining against my trousers, and she’s on me in seconds, hands fumbling with my belt, her mouth trailing hot, wet kisses down my chest. She yanks my pants down, my cock springing free, and her eyes lock on mine as she slowly pulls me close.
“Take me in your mouth,cara.”
She wraps her lips around me, sucking me deep into her throat.
Her mouth is heaven—wet, tight, and relentless—and I groan, gripping the back of her head as she takes me deeper, her tongue swirling around the tip.
She gags on my erection, tears streaming down her face, but she doesn’t stop, and the sight of her like this, choking on me, sends a surge of primal heat straight to my balls.
“You’re so perfect,” I growl, pulling her to her feet and shoving her onto the bed.
I look at her for a long moment, spread out beneath me, legs wide, her pussy glistening and ready for me.
I cover her and enter her in one thrust. She screams, her walls contracting around me.
“Say you love me.”
“Ti amo, Nico,” she says brokenly.
