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Muscular forearms and defined biceps bounce me up and down on his dick as I lean down and kiss him. Our mouths remain connected even though he’s stealing my breaths with every pump and thrust.
Delirious from the intense eroticism he’s delivering, I pull back from the kiss when I find that I can’t breathe. Only it doesn’t help. It isn’t the kiss stealing my breath; it’s the thunder he delivers with that pretty dick of his.
“Nitro,” I moan as he nips at my neck.
“Hmm?”
“I...can’t breathe.”
“Hmm?”
“Can’t breathe.”
His pounding becomes more intense, and my eyes squeeze tightly shut.
“I’m gonna die,” I whisper.
Nitro pulls back and stares into my eyes with an intensity that unravels me. His thump, thump, thump matches the slick release of my fluids down his shaft.
“Ohhh, fuck!” I scream as I cum brutally down his dick.
“That’s it, Moni. Give me all of it,” he coaxes, licking and nibbling on my ear.
When I’m done, he carries me back to the bed, lowers himself over me, and pumps intensely inside me for a couple of minutes before releasing his load with a powerful roar.
Zeus doesn’t come to check on us this time. Yep, he’s seen this before.
***
Iwatch as he turnsaway and removes the condom. He’s got the tightest ass with a dimple in the left cheek. Damnit, why does the man have to be so fine?
His thighs, legs, and calves are defined with muscle, sexy as hell, and I want to touch him. I’m curious about the tattoo on his back, though. He’s got the Sin City MC trademark skull with the bejeweled crown draped in necklaces with crosses dangling from them tatted on his upper back and shoulders.
I understand that one. It’s the Ace of Spades tattoo that I’m curious about. I push up on my elbow to ask about it just as Nitro walks to the bathroom and closes the door. I’m not the woman that needs an explanation of what’s happening. We fucked.
I’m also not a clingy woman. It was probably this one time. We both had some aggression and sexual tension we needed to release. I’m okay with that.
I don’t like how he returns and doesn’t speak to or look me in the eye. He grabs a pair of basketball shorts from his drawer and heads back into the living room.
I lay back on the bed and wait several minutes before I get up, head into the bathroom, and shower. The next day, after I holed up here, Nitro brought me several bags of clothing, underclothes, night clothes, and two pairs of shoes.
Surprisingly he got my size right, but I didn’t bother asking how he knew. A man like Nitro has a means for everything, and I’m not sure I always want to know what those means are.
After showering and dressing in a short night shirt with Sinners Property written on it, I roll my eyes and walk out of the bathroom. Surprised to find him lying on the couch with his eyes closed, I say, “Nitro, you don’t have to sleep out here.”
“Go to bed, Moni.”
“Excuse me?”
He flips onto his side, giving me his back.
“If the sex was that bad, then damnit, say it,” I say, provoking an argument because I know it was anything but that.
He sits up, resting his elbows on his knees. “What is it that you want, Moni?”
“To be treated like a person? I’m not asking for your goddamned hand in marriage or even asking you to be my boyfriend. Simple, casual conversation would be nice.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
