His hand pushes my panties aside again. His thick fingers slide into me again without warning. I moan into his mouth, hips jerking against his hand. He curls them perfectly, stroking that spot inside me while his thumb circles my swollen clit.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls against my lips. “So wet for me even when you’re angry.”
I can’t think. I can only feel his fingers pumping inside me, driving me higher and higher.
“Please…” The word slips out before I can stop it, a broken whimper that betrays every ounce of control I thought I had left.
He nips my earlobe hard enough to sting, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. His voice drops into that dark, filthy register that always unravels me. “Please what? Say it properly, baby. Use your words like a big girl.”
I shake my head, stubborn even now, teeth sunk into my lower lip to trap the pleas trying to claw their way out. My hips keep rolling helplessly against his hand, chasing the maddening rhythm he’s deliberately slowing.
“I’ll stop.”
He stills his fingers almost completely, just resting them deep inside me, unmoving, not giving me the friction I need.
“I’ll pull out and leave you dripping and empty if you don’t beg nicely. You want to come?”
“Yes,” I gasp, the word fracturing on a sob.
“Then beg for it.”
Desperation wins.
“Please—please make me come. I need it so badly, please?—”
“Good girl.” The praise drips over me like warm honey, filthy and sweet at once. “That’s my greedy little slut. Listen to you begging for my fingers like you’ll die without them.”
He rewards me instantly, sliding a third thick finger into my soaked pussy, and stretching me wider, fucking me deeper with his fingers while his thumb presses firm circles on my clit. I feel myself flutter and clench around the new intrusion, my walls trying to adjust to the way he’s opening me up so wide.
His mouth claims mine again, swallowing every moan as he works me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” he commands against my lips. “Let me feel how tight this pussy gets when you fall apart.”
The orgasm crashes into me so hard my vision whites out. I cry out, body convulsing around his fingers as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
A rush of wetness floods out of me, squirting around his hand and to the floor. I’ve never done that before. The shock of it only makes the pleasure almost overwhelming.
Nico keeps stroking me through it, murmuring filthy praise against my ear until I’m trembling and boneless in his arms.
When I finally come down, I’m breathing hard, clinging to his shoulders, cheeks burning with embarrassment and lingering pleasure.
He pulls his fingers out slowly and brings them to his mouth, tasting me while holding my gaze.
The sight of him licking his fingers clean, does something to me. My body feels like it’s floating, every nerve ending sparking with aftershocks.
I’ve read about squirting. I’ve heard about it. But I never imagined it could feel like that. Like my entire body broke apart and came back together.
I open my eyes, breathing hard, and find Nico staring at me with dark, hungry intensity.
“What… what just happened?” The words slip out before I can stop them.
A slow, wicked smile curves his lips. “I believe you just came, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, but…” My voice is shaky. “I’ve never… I’ve never experienced that before. That was… intense.”
He pauses, eyes narrowing with interest. “Experienced what? Squirting?”
I feel my face burn. I nod, suddenly shy. “Yes.”
