He trails soft kisses along my neck and over my breasts. My mind spirals. Has he done this with other girls in this room?
Don’t go there, Serenity. He chose you. You’re his girlfriend.
He pauses and looks up through those thick lashes. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, but I sound anything but confident.
He chuckles low. “You’re lying.”
“I was just… thinking about the other girls who’ve been in this room.”
“Sure, some girls have been here. But not in my bed. No one’s ever been where you are. No one ever will be.” His lips graze mine again. “Only one girl gets the royal treatment. My beautiful mafia princess.”
My heart squeezes in my chest at his words. My boyfriend knows how to pour it on thick. His words comfort me.
A smile tugs at my lips. “Nico, I know you’re not a saint. You don’t have to pretend.”
He cups my cheek. “They’ll tell you I’ve fucked them in my bed. I’m telling you I didn’t. You and me? We don’t live by what outsiders say.”
He kisses me softly. “Forget them, Serenity.”
I nod because I want to. Because Nico’s the only one who understands what it means to live in our world.
“There’s only one woman’s pussy I’ll ever bask in and devour. And that’s yours.”
He pulls my nipple into his mouth.
“Nico,” I gasp, flustered, “don’t say things like that.”
His cognac eyes with flecks of green flash up at me. “It’s the truth.”
His head lowers again. “Tell me what feels good.” His tongue flicks over my clit.
I gasp, hips jerking as a moan slips out.
“I hope all the porn I watched helps,” he flashes a boyish grin.
He studied for this? To please me? My heart melts as my body burns.
“Please me, Nico.”
“Say no more, Serenity.”
My entire body zings for this beautiful boy who wants to make me feel good.
He spreads my trembling thighs wide, gazes at my soft belly, and presses a kiss there. He loves my stomach, soft and real. I thought he had to have a girl with abs like his.
But not my man. His tongue glides through my folds, dragging moans out of me, bringing my fantasies to life. I can’t believe Nico is eating my pussy like it’s his favorite meal.
He reaches up, gripping my breast with one hand while his mouth worships me. My hands tangle in his silky hair as my hips roll.
“Right there, Nico,” I beg.
He latches onto my clit and sends a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. I come hard, crying out his name.
“God, Nico,” I whimper. My voice raw.
But he doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking, licking, coaxing another orgasm out of me. The waves crash over me again andagain. A giddy, blissful grin curls on my lips. “Oh, how I dreamed about this,” I admit, lost in the haze.
