“And then you want me to tell you how well you’re doing. How well you’re taking me. How perfect you are,” he says, thrusting his hard length between my thighs once, inhaling sharply when the head brushes against the wet of me.
I nod again, closing my eyes, letting go.
He pulls away, leaving me cold, but warming me back up with a hand slowly tracing down my back and over the curve of my ass. I feel it stop to smooth over a tattoo on my back. “I’m gonna do that for you, honey. I’ve got you,” he says, fingers dragging back up through my pussy and up my back again and into my hair, petting and caressing my entire body into a semi-catatonic state.
Suddenly, his voice is right next to my ear.
“But I’m gonna make you beg for it, too.”
Crack.
A blast of sharp, white-hot fire spikes through my skin, my flesh, through my bloodstream, while the air around me shifts into every color of the rainbow. I soundlessly scream into the table, my mouth pressed open against the woodgrain while I melt into warm, syrupy honey.
“I’m so fucked, Annie,” he sighs, soothing the burn away with a tender hand.You?!“I like the look of this a little too much, I think.” He traces the shape of a hand into my skin. “You’re so gorgeous, Annie,thisis so gorgeous because it’s mine. This is from my hand, and you did such a good job of letting me put it there.”
I suddenly feel like bursting into tears.
The caresses increase in horniness, his fingers brushing against my entrance at every pass. I start squirming. “Another,” I breathe. “Other side.”
“What was that?” he murmurs, dipping a finger into my pussy. I’m embarrassingly wet, his finger meeting little to no friction. He rubs circles on my asshole as a reminder, in a promise.
I make a choked sound into the table. “Another. More. Please, Nico.Please.”
“That’s right, babe.”
Crack, on the other cheek.
“Fuck yes,” wheezes out of me as I claw at the tabletop with my fingernails.
“I can’t wait for you to see what this looks like,” he tells me. “It’s unreal.”
There is a rustle of fabric hitting the floor.
“I should probably ask if you want me to stretch you out with my fingers first,” he says in a conversational tone, as if he were commenting on doing the laundry. “But you don’t wanna think.” I feel the blunt, broad head of him splitting the flesh of my cunt. Ohshit.“You just want to feel. And I think you’re going to take me like a good g—fuck,” he chokes.
During his filthy monologuing, Nico had attempted to push in. However, Nico had met resistance after only a few inches. There is simply no more room. My feet currently scramble for purchase on the floor, every vein in my body ending in a live wire. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” I cry. “It’s so good, I’ll be so good, give me more, Nico.”
“Fuck,” he grits out, “let me in, Annie,” pulling out slightly and gaining another slow inch when he presses back in with an agonized moan.
“No, please,” I sob, trying and failing in my pleasure and torment to explain that I need the burn of him punching the fuck through. “Just do it, I want it all,GIVE IT TO ME?—”
He tears through the rest with one long, sure, brutal shove, a shocking invasion, making room for his own damn self, and I scream and I come and I black out in a dazzling explosion of gunpowder and glitter all at once.
When I come to, Nico is fucking me in mean little strokes that are simply hitting the spot because of his size—because his size hits all the spots. “You did so well, Annie,” he’s panting, tilting my hips exactly how he wants them before sneaking a hand around to pinch my clit. “You gorgeous, perfect girl, you.”
I come again, a horrible, delightful, slobbering mess. The table is wet with either my drool or my tears.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined fucking you over a kitchen table?”
“How many?” I pant.
“I lost count.” He lifts me up by the neck and thrusts up twice, my feet no longer on the floor, held up by a strong arm around my stomach. “Bedroom, now,” he says, lifting me off his dick and somehow turning me around to face him, all in one go. My legs wrap around his hips, and I’m so, so pleased to have access to his pretty, filthy mouth again, his wild hair, the salty skin on his neck damp with sweat.
He carries me—moving and making out and stopping short and turning in circles.
“Why aren’t we in the bedroom yet?” I sigh in between deep, drugging kisses.
“I’ve never fuckin’ been here before, Annie—” another spin, “—I have no fuckin’ idea where the fuckin’ bedroom is,” Nico grits out with frustration.
