He smirks, lifting my thong to his nose, inhaling deeply before tossing it aside. Nico sits on the floor between my legs. He pulls me close, and I widen my stance. His head rests on the mattress as his hands cup my ass. His tongue darts out, flicking over my clit.
“Nico,” I cry out, clutching his curly hair.
His tongue glides over my folds, pushing me to the edge. The scratch of his stubbled chin against my thighs makes my knees weaken.
“Come on my tongue, Serenity.”
My legs tremble as I clutch the sheets. “Oh, fuck, Nico. I’m going to fall.”
He slips two fingers inside me. “I need to stretch you out. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”
His mouth sucks my clit as his fingers move deeper and faster.
“Nico,” I cry out.
My body trembling as I spill into his mouth and across his chest. I collapse onto the mattress, barely able to stay upright.
Nico presses his tongue back into my core. “I want every drop of your come.”
His words ignite another fierce orgasm within me.
He slides out and rolls me onto my back. Nico unclasps my bra and tosses it aside. His eyes roam over my body.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls.
Nico leans over me, his lips closing around my caramel areola and hardened nipple. His rigid cock rubs against mymound, sparking a fresh wave of wetness. I try to coil my legs around his waist, but he firmly pushes my thigh down. With one hand, he cups my other breast, his tongue tracing circles around my taut nipple. I reach out for him.
He sharply brushes my hand away.
“Nico, fuck me now,” I hiss.
He straightens up, seizes my hand, and pulls me to my feet. Snatching a remote from the dresser, he presses a button. The thin cream walls begin to rise, revealing mirrors everywhere—in the walls, across the ceiling.
“What the fuck?”
He smirks, pleased with himself. “I want you to see your come faces, and I want to see them too.” His chuckle is low, sharp, and teasing.
“You kept this pussy from me for five years. Grab the back of the dresser.”
“What? What?”
“Reach over the dresser and hold on tight.”
“I thought you were going to go easy on me.”
He twists my long hair in his fist. “Hold on or don’t. Either way, you’re taking this dick.”
I fix my eyes on the massive cock I haven’t touched in five years. Will I survive this brutal fuck?
Standing there in all my curvy glory, I swallow hard.
Leaning over the wooden dresser, I grasp the back edge firmly.
“You put fleas in my bed, Serenity.”
“Oh, shit,” I frown.
His furious gaze locks with mine in the mirror. “You’ve been a very bad girl.” His free hand slaps my ass cheek.
