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I’m so close to coming. His fingers spear my sex. And I feel something else. His pinky maybe? And it’s teasing my puckered hole.

I never had anyone inside my ass before. But suddenly, I’m curious.

I want Nico there.

As if he can read my mind, I feel something small and cold. It's pressing against me there.

Then it’s inside and I yell his name. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

It’s sensory overload.

My hands are searching for purchase in his short hair, but I can’t find any, so I just grab his ears while he sucks on my clit.

His pinky is inside me now, pushing in where the ice cube lubed the way. And it feels strange, but good.

His other fingers are working inside of me, and one orgasm turns into two.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR-NICO

Sweet God in heaven my wife is so fucking hot for me.

I need to possess this woman in every way, and fucking her virgin ass with my pinky while I feast on her dripping slit is just the thing to satisfy the beast in me. The thing that won’t be happy until I claim every inch of her.

Anna moans and bucks against me. Her fingers grip my ears and fuck, that hurts, but I kind of like it.

Her juices drip down my chin, and it turns me on so much, I feel precum leaking all over the sheet.

But I don’t want to spend myself on the mattress like some fucking green punk.

I pull my hands free of her and slide up her body. Cock in hand, I notch myself inside her tight entrance.

“You ready for me? Tell me.”

I need her to say it, even though I know the answer. Hell. I can feel it dripping all over my dick.

“Yes. I’m ready. I need you, Nico. Please.”

Fuck.

I love it when she says that. I slam my hips forward, driving my cock all the way inside her.

I’m not gentle tonight. I can’t be.

I grip her hips, tilting them up. I don’t want to crush her, but I have to fuck her. Making love is not an option when I’m this amped.

So, I rut into her like the monster I am.

Anna accepts it. She takes me in. Her tiny hands clutch at my sides, and I stroke into her deeper, rougher, harder with every move.

“Nico.”

She pants my name.

“Nico.”

This time, she whines.

“Say it again, Anna. Scream it,” I grind against her. And she does.

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