Page 134 of Nico


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I tense, my body going rigid, a silent scream on my lips as I reach the edge.

And stay there.

Dangling.

My movements become more frantic, more desperate, seeking the release I so desperately need.

But still nothing.

I try for longer, but the ache inside me grows as I stay firmly on the edge,

Nico pulls his fingers out of me, and I almost cry with the loss.

But then he's guiding me, positioning me over his cock, the head of it nudging against my wet entrance.

I hesitate for a fraction of a second, my gaze locked with his.

Then I lower myself onto his cock.

His wide head breaches my entrance, and I gasp, my body tensing.

There’s resistance, the tight clench of my muscles as I try to accommodate him.

I feel the control in Nico as his muscles vibrate. I want him to slam into me, bury himself to the hilt in one hard, deep thrust.

Instead, he holds himself perfectly still, impressively restrained, and lets me set the pace.

I continue to lower myself onto him, a slow, torturous descent that has us both groaning.

The sight of his cock disappearing into me is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. The way I stretch to accommodate him, the way I have to stop and spread my legs wider to take more, is fascinating.

When I’m finally seated, his cock buried to the hilt inside me, I stop, my body trembling, head thrown back.

He closes his eyes, a low groan rumbling in his chest as I envelop him in a perfect fit.

It feels like coming home.

The thought startles me.

Then I start to move. A slow, sensual rhythm.

I am in control.

Yes. I am a goddess who won't be tamed.

Nico's hands slide up my back, tracing the line of my spine.

I shiver and arch, a silent plea for more.

He cups the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, and pulls me down for a kiss.

It's a hungry, desperate kiss, a kiss that says he's been waiting for this as long as I have.

I kiss him back with equal fervor, my hands roaming over his chest and shoulders, my touch growing bolder with each passing second.

My hips move faster, the rhythm becoming more erratic, more desperate.

I’m chasing my release, a desperate creature on the verge of explosion.