And despite the possessive fury of everything that came before, there’s something almost tender in his attention. The way his thumb strokes my wrist. The way his eyes check in with mine, waiting for a nod before he continues.
Then he starts to move, and all tenderness evaporates.
He fucks me like he’s making a point. Like he’s erasing every trace of anyone who came before. Every stroke is deep and claiming, and when I try to arch into him, he presses my wrists harder into the mattress.
“I saiddon’tmove,” he hisses.
“I can’t just—”
“Youcan.” He shifts his angle, and suddenly every thrust hits exactly right. “Be good for me.”
Oh god—
Oh god—
Oh god—
“Spread wider,” he commands.
I obey. My thighs fall open, and he groans, picking up the pace. Jackhammering me now.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Show me how much you want it.”
The dirty talk winds the tension inside of me tighter, hotter, building toward—
“Nico—”
“Not yet.” His voice is strained. “With me.”
He releases my wrists just long enough to reach between us, his thumb finding my clit. The dual sensation of him inside me and the pressure on my clit is too much.
I’m going to shatter.
“Now,” he commands. “Cumnow.”
I do. Screaming into his shoulder, my whole body clenching around him.
He follows seconds later, his groan muffled against my hair, his hips stuttering through his own release.
“Bree Bree Bree,” he intones my name in time to each shudder.
My pussy clenches against his huge cock, milking him for all he’s worth.
And then it’s done. He collapses on top of me.
Over all too soon.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
He’s heavy on top of me. His heart pounds against my chest, and I can feel mine answering.
What the hell didwe just do?
Eventually, he rolls off. Deals with the condom. Then lies beside me, staring at my ceiling.
I wait for him to say something. An apology for stalking. An explanation. A declaration.
Something.
