Unable to reach the peak through his relentless pounding, I cry out his name, begging for help.
“I got you,gattina. I can feel you fighting it. Let go. Fucking come for me.” Nico moves one of my legs over his shoulder to rest as he licks the thumb on his free hand and places it over my clit, massaging the swollen nerves in quick circular motions. “When I say come, you fucking come.”
Nico pinches my clit, and my body soars over the cliff.
My pussy clamps down on his dick, and every muscle in my body locks as I come undone in a red-hot fiery blaze. My orgasm rushes through my veins like wildfire. A pleasure-filled hot flash of epic proportions.
“Nico!”
“Atta girl. Coming all over my cock like a fucking queen.” Nico fucks me through the best orgasm of my life, giving me time for my vision to return. The muscles in his jaw work hard as he grinds his molars. “Savannah, baby, I can’t hold out any longer. I’m going to fucking explode.”
“Hurry. Slide me up.” My sweaty skin screeches against the smooth glass as Nico steps forward and holds me upright. He keeps me pressed into the glass as I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my fingers in his hair.
My body feels spineless and limp, but I fight through the waves of euphoria pulling me under and hold on to Nico with strength I didn’t know I had left. I want to return the pleasure. For him to experience the same high he gave me. I tug his head back, forcing his icy-gray eyes to hold mine. “Now, come in my pussy like a good boy. Fuck me like a king.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Mi possiedi, gattina. Sempre.”
Again, I have no clue what he’s saying, but I don’t have time to think because Nico groans as his pumps become erratic, rough and off-kilter.
“Legs down.” I do as Nico orders. He grips my ass and lifts me, moving me as he pleases.
My clit rubs against the short, coarse hair on his pelvic bone at the base of his cock with each erratic thrust. Orgasmic shockwaves rock through me as Nico throws his head back with a growl.
Somehow, I come again, clinging to Nico, clawing at his scalp, and pulling his hair. I can feel the sticky heat of his cum fill me and drip out as he continues to rock into me, riding out his orgasm.
“That was…wow,” I pant, resting my head against the window as Nico lowers my feet to the ground.
“More like fucking amazing.” Nico kisses me. Hard and demanding.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth and swirls it with mine. I melt into him, forgetting that we are still connected and dripping. He nips my lip, and the sting makes my pussy flutter. I just came three times—an all-time record—and my body isn’t satisfied.
He breaks the kiss with a chuckle. “I felt that.”
“Sorry.” My cheeks flame. Nico’s turned me into a horny rabbit that wants to hump his brains again.
“Don’t be sorry. I want to fuck you again just as badly,gattina. I just need a minute.” He kisses my forehead and pulls his cock out of me in a gush of warm liquid.
I feel embarrassed for a whole other reason as our combined release dribbles down my thighs.
“I, uh, need to use the bathroom.” I cross my legs to hide the mess.
Nico glances down and grins like a wolf ready to pounce, gray eyes gleaming. He slides a thick digit through the cum dripping down my leg and brings it to his mouth, sucking his finger clean.
I watch his cock, still half hard, grow stiff again as he swirls his finger over his tongue and hums in delight. My body lights up at the gritty sound as if it were directly vibrating on my clit.
“Our cum tastes perfect together.”
He just licked his cum off my leg and liked it.
I press a hand to my chest as my heart flips and my knees wobble. “I think I’m going to pass out.”
This man is unlike any I’ve been with. Nico is confident in his sexuality and his masculinity. It’s refreshing, and to be honest, it is lady freaking catnip. Any man who can lick his own cum is an instant turn-on.
Catching me by surprise, Nico scoops me into his arms and carries me bridal style to the bathroom. “You can pass out after I clean you up and fuck you again in the shower.”
Goosebumps break out across my skin at the thought of us in the shower.
“I think I can get on board with that.”
