His pace picks up as he reaches his free hand down to undo the button on my jeans. A moment later, he’s got the zipper down and is ordering me to remove my jeans.
“Touch yourself,” he says while slicing another strap from my top.
I slide my hand into my panties and find my clit.
Nitro lifts the blade from my chest as he shifts his gaze to my pussy. He watches what I’m doing for a moment before bringing his knife to my panties and using the tip of it to push them down so he can see my fingers and pussy.
The low, guttural sound he makes when his eyes lock onto my clit is almost enough to make me come. I manage to holdmy orgasm back, closing my eyes and arching my back while it teases my edge.
“I need your mouth on me.” The words breathe out of me desperately.
Nitro curls a hand around my wrist, stopping me from touching myself. He then slowly cuts my panties in half and pushes them out of the way before placing the knife on the bedside table and bending his mouth to my pussy.
He circles his tongue around my clit over and over. I watch until the pleasure is so great that all I can focus on is that. My eyes squeeze closed, my fingers dig into his hair, and the pleasure consumes me.
When he roughly shoves two fingers inside me a few minutes later, my back arches even more.
Fuck. Yes.
“You test me, Vegas,” he growls as he finger fucks me with all that fury of his.
My eyes flick open, and I find his wild eyes firmly on mine. “You won’t hurt me.”
“I fucking might.”
“I’ll tell you if you do, but you never have.”
He pulls his fingers out of me and moves so fast I struggle to keep up. A few moments later, he’s got his clothes off, he’s got me pinned under him, and he’s got one of my legs up over his shoulder. “I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.”
My breaths come fast as I stare up into the eyes of the man I love who is looking down at me with such a mixture of emotions. For a moment, I wonder if he’ll give me what I want. He always has in the past, but there’s something different about him tonight and I’m unsure which way he’ll go.
He wages a silent battle for a few moments before finally slamming his dick inside me and letting his fury take over completely.
I hold on tightly while he fucks me like he’s only here for his own pleasure.
I can’t get enough.
I fuck him back like I’m only here for my own pleasure.
I use his body just as much as he uses mine and I’m as rough with him as he is with me.
Nitro takes me to the edge over and over, and by the time we both orgasm, I’m so spent that it’s going to take me a while to recover.
I collapse into his arms, and he pulls me close. I don’t even have the energy to lift my face and look at him as I say, “Just so you know, you didn’t hurt me.”
“I better fucking not have,” he says roughly, his arm tightening around me.
The love I hear in his voice causes me to summon the energy to look at him. “You worry too much.”
“I’ll never stop worrying about you.”
“I think being a grandfather will be good for you.”
He arches a brow. “Because?”
I smile and curve my leg over his. “Because it’ll give you someone else to focus all your worry on other than me. Maybe once you’re a grandfather, you’ll get better at fucking me because you won’t be worrying over me anymore.”
A look of exasperation fills his features, but I see the love behind it too. “You’ll be the fucking end of me.”
