He licks his lips and reaches for my face, brushing my hair out of my eyes and stroking my cheek. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, shaking his head in what looks like disbelief.
Nico stands to full height and gestures to the back of the couch. “Shuffle up, angel.”
I do as I’m told, my body on fire. I’m desperate to collapse onto the sofa bed, my lungs gasping for air. But I’m transfixed by the sight of Nico towering above me, pushing his boxers down.
And holy fucking shit.
I should’ve known—he has to be at least six-five, if not taller. He is… huge. God. I can handle a lot, but this might be beyond my capabilities. I’ve always liked a challenge, though.
Nico runs his fist up and down his dick, watching me take him in, clearly waiting for my reaction.
All I manage is: “Oh, fuck.”
He chuckles and kneels on the couch, settling between my thighs. “Este.”
“Hmm?” I force myself to look at his face.
“We’re not taking it further than this.”
Wait. What?I screw up my face. “Is that negotiable?”
“No. There’s got to be some kind of line I don’t cross tonight.” He swallows, closing his eyes. I can see the conflict warring inside him.
“So, what?” I sit up so I can wrap my hand around his cock, and he sucks in a breath, his fingers twitching. “It doesn’t count if you don’t actually fuck me?” We both know it’s not true. Sex is sex, whether he’s inside me or not. But I can’t lie—it’s kind of hot to pretend.
Nico’s gaze is molten when he opens his eyes. “I didn’t say it was a logical line. But I’m still going to make you feel good. Now, show Daddy your pretty pussy, angel.”
Well, who am I to say no to that?
I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear, but Nico shakes his head.
“Leave them on.”
God. I push them to the side, and Nico groans, stretching my thighs apart with his hands and bending his head between them. “Fucking gorgeous,” he growls before running his tongue over me. I fall back on the couch, sobbing at the rush of bliss that spreads through me. Nico’s beard and mustache feel fucking incredible, scratching up my thighs, tickling me in all the right spots.
He holds me loose enough that I can move my hips, so I can grind against his face, chasingmore, more, more.
Nico pulls me right to the edge, until my lungs are burning, and my legs are spasming, then stops.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg, but Nico sits up on his knees and edges closer to me. He shoves my underwear farther to the side and slides his cock over my pussy.“Oh.”
He groans, using my underwear and his hand to hold his cock against me as he moves. “You’re fucking soaked, angel. God.”
Every time he brushes against my clit, it’s heaven. His thrusts are erratic, and the hand that’s not holding his cock is shaking when he twines his fingers with mine.
Knowing he’s so damn close and not inside me is torture. The tip of his cock nudges against me, and I cry out.
“Please… Please, Daddy. Just a little. It doesn’t count if you’re not all the way inside.” I don’t care how pathetic I sound begging, how irrational and simply untrue it is.
Because Nico bites his lip, looking down between us, and I know he wants it as badly as I do.
“Fuck. Just a little,” he groans, pulling back.
I sit up so I can watch him press the head of his cock inside me. It’s barely in, but already the stretch is incredible. I might not be able to feel all of him inside me, but it’s not hard to imagine. I’ve been dreaming about it, after all. I feel myself clenching around him, desperate for more, but it’s enough to break me.
Nico pinches my clit between his finger and thumb as I soar, a galaxy worth of stars sparkling in my vision.
I’ve never felt anything like this, and he’s not even inside me. Not really.
