Page 112 of Worth Every Penny

“Nico, please. Please.Please.”

He hums—a delighted sound—as he enters me, slowly, inch by torturous inch. “I like you begging.”

“Nico, don’t—”

“Tell me what you want.”

“More. I need more. I want to feel your hard cock inside me. I want you to fill me until—”

He rails into me in one deep, exquisite thrust. Air rushes from my lungs, my heart stuttering at the sting of the stretch. The pain subsides quickly as my wetness coats him, and I relish the fullness of having him buried all the way inside, his balls slapping against me. Sparks ignite where we’re joined, ricocheting into every hidden part of me.

My fingers splay on the glass, his body forcing mine closer and closer to the window with each thrust until my breasts are pressed against it. Nico’s skin is damp with sweat and mine too; our flesh slipping against one another’s as he pounds into me.

My arousal sky-rockets and I curl and flatten my fingers against the window. I can’t contain all this desire. “Oh, Nico, fuck…”

My words descend into delirious moans I can’t reconcile as mine. I bang a fist against the glass, which only drives Nico to fuck me harder, deeper. Pleasure rises like a wave, higher and higher until I’m aware of nothing else.

The crest breaks and my orgasm slams into me, fireworks exploding inside my core, shooting all the way to my fingers, my toes, every fucking inch of me burning. I never,neverwant this to end.

My climax blisters through me until it wanes, leaving me gasping and boneless. My palms slide down the glass and I all but collapse, but Nico holds me in place, pistoning into me as he chases his own release.

He lets out a roar and the telltale twitching of his cock is followed by the warmth of his cum spurting into my pulsing pussy. There isn’t a sound in the room but our ragged breathing and the pounding of my heart. And then, in the near silence, a thought fills my mind.

I never want to fuck another man in my life.

Nico is it. He’s the one.

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Nico’s head falls to my shoulder, his heart thumping against my back.

“Good thing this is safety glass,” I say, exhausted from the intensity of my orgasm. “We’re a long way up.”

He chuckles. “Quite the fall.”

His dick softens inside of me and he eases out, the warmth of our combined juices instantly leaking down my thigh. I grab the nearest piece of clothing from the floor and use it to wipe his cum from my leg.

“Woah,” he says, his eyes on his shirt. I freeze, noticing how soft and fine the fabric is.

“I would have used mine if you hadn’t made me take it off at the door,” I retort, but I wonder if I should be on my knees, begging forgiveness.

I like you begging.

“That’s a thousand dollar shirt,” he growls.

“I thought I was worth every penny you have,” I joke, feeling bad about his shirt.

He smirks and only then does the tension seep from my body. He kisses me with a dominance that fades to gentleness in seconds. When he breaks away, my lips throb, cool and exposed without his to cover them.

“You are. I’m never going to wash it.”

I laugh. “Please do.”

He takes his shirt, using it to wipe gently up my thighs and between my legs. Then, to my amazement, he shakes it out and puts it on, leaving it unbuttoned over the defined ridges of his tanned abs. His mouth curves into a tight-lipped smile, and he closes his eyes and inhales, long and slow. “Mmm. We smell perfect together.”

I laugh louder this time and slap his chest, letting my hand linger on the hard warmth of his torso. “Please have a shower when you get home.”

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