She screams in frustration.
“Fuck. You’re a—”
“Devoted boyfriend?” I supply, and she clamps her mouth shut instantly when I stop moving for a second. “Attentive boyfriend?” I add, my hand finally gripping her small waist.
“Blackmailing boyfriend,” she accuses firmly.
“A weak combination, but you’re getting warmer, sweetheart.”
“If you call me sweetheart one more time—” Nina growls, more frustrated than angry.
“Annoying, isn’t it?”
I pull out of her tight heat and strip away the fragile fabric of her soaked panties. I give myself only a second before returning to her warmth, spreading the slick leaking from her channel up to her clit with the thick head of my cock.
“Nero…” she whimpers, completely unable to maintain her angry posture.
“When people don’t call us what we like,” I murmur, rubbing myself between her swollen lips. When Nina holds her breath, I press my palm against my erection, deepening the friction and thrusting shallowly. Our arousal spreads over her skin and coats my hand.
Her fingers clutch the sheets as the orgasm crashes over her body, ambushing her. Her thighs tremble against mine, begging for more even as her words accuse me.
“You’re a terrible boyfriend, Nero.”
“So now I’m your boyfriend?”
“Did you hear the terrible part?”
“I also heard the boyfriend part.”
“You are, damn it!”
“I am what?”
“My boyfriend.”
“Good.” I thrust again, my cock—still hard and unsatisfied—sliding easily to the hilt, her muscles still tense from the quick orgasm yet perfectly wet.
“And what do you want, Nina?” I repeat wickedly.
“I want my boyfriend to fuck me.”
“Good girl,Little Fae,” I reward her for the rude confession, and she smiles for only a second before I reposition, my hands gripping both her breasts, hers immediately covering mine, and nothing about it is slow anymore. “Your boyfriend is going to fuck you.”
The promise is the last thing to leave my lips before my hips take over with a punishing rhythm. Each thrust carves a different mark inside her.
The excess slick and the deep penetration combine to send Nina into a second orgasm much faster than I expected—but it isn’t enough for me.
I keep moving in and out of her as her body convulses around mine and her pussy clenches rhythmically, demanding my own release.
I come inside her with a roar, every muscle in my body clenching and releasing, my temples pounding.
I collapse onto my back and pull her with me, resting her against my chest.
“You okay?” I ask, breathless.
She nods, sparing the words. My fingers roam freely over her skin, stroking her arms—but she doesn’t look ready to sleep.
“I need water,” she asks without moving.
