Page 54 of Captivated

Her lips stretched around my cock, her eyes mad and wild, and her naked body flushed with the enjoyment of taking my orders. All of it is fucking beautiful.

Watching my cock disappear in and out of her mouth brings the fire licking down my spine quicker than I’d like. I want to hold out and prolong this vision and feeling, but my need to shoot my load down her throat is greater.

“Take more,” I hiss out, sliding my hand into her hair and gripping her roots at the back of her head.

Cassie hums around me and relaxes her jaw to take me all the way to the back of her throat. I grip her hair harder and hold her there for a few seconds before pulling her up.

Her gaze is watery, but filled with determination. She wants to give me what I want and what I need, and what I need is to fuck her mouth.

Controlling her movements now, I guide her up and down my cock, quickening the pace and grunting every time I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re going to swallow everything,piccante. Don’t waste a single drop of my come you’ve earned.”

Cassie moans her approval and doesn’t resist me.

I stiffen even more and she squeezes my base, cups my balls, and sucks me like a fucking vacuum to pull my orgasm from me like she’s as desperate for my come as I am to fill her with it.

“Fuuucckkk,” I groan, long and low, holding her down on my cock as my come shoots down her throat.

Cassie hums as she swallows around me – taking it all.

I loosen my grip on her and she ascends my length, licking me clean as she goes.

Sitting back on her heels, she swipes the corners of her mouth with her thumb and licks it clean as well.

Jesus fucking Christ, she’s going to kill me.

“Did sucking my cock turn you on,la mia rossa piccante?”

She runs her hands through her hair – her tits lifting in the process – and gives me a little nod.

“Let me see.”

Cassie’s hand drifts down between her legs and swipes her finger through her pussy, holding her glistening finger up for me to see.

I grab her wrist and haul her up off the floor. I bring her finger to my lips to get a little taste of my lunch.

I pull on her arm so she falls against me, and I slam my lips against hers. She softens immediately and kisses me back with a hunger for more.

“It’s my turn now,” I murmur against her lips, and slip my fingers right inside of her with ease. She’s so damn wet. So damn ready. So damn perfect.

~ Chapter 19 ~

Cassie

Nico plants kisses down my spine and I hum my approval. His fingertip traces the shamrock tattoo on my upper right butt cheek I got when I turned eighteen and was in my rebellious, party, let loose phase of college. I was feeling a little nostalgic for my life in Boston and what could have been.

“Luck of the Irish,” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my skin right before his lips meet my tattoo in a soft kiss.

“Not always lucky,” I whisper back. “But I feel lucky right now,” I add, and Nico caresses the globe of my cheek lovingly.

“I’m not Irish,piccante, but I’m the luckiest motherfucker in the world to have you. To talk to you. To touch you. To kiss you. To be able to do this,” he says, sliding his hand between my thighs to tease me.

My back arches towards him automatically, but he slides his hand away to trace my other tattoo on the back of my upper left thigh.

“What does this say? I never got to ask you.” His fingertip follows the Gaelic script.

“Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.”

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