Page 90 of Captivated

I can feel my pulse in my clit, pounding for attention.

“Please, Nico,” I beg.

“What do you need,la mia rossa piccante?”

“You know,” I say, breathless.

He releases my nipple with a wet pop, and I moan, pulling myself closer to him.

“I do know.” His hand cups my pussy again. “I know this greedy pussy needs attention.”

“Yes,” I hiss, rolling my hips against him.

“Let me feast before I fuck you, baby. Show me how wet you are for me.” I lay back and spread my knees, and Nico groans. “Fuck.”

He grabs me behind the knees and hooks them over his shoulders before he gets to work, sucking me right through the fabric.

He pulls the bodysuit to the side with his teeth and I shudder. I was already so wound up, it only takes a few passes of his tongue swirling around my clit before I’m shaking, ready to explode.

Nico doesn’t let me come, though. He lifts his mouth away and I grunt, lifting my hips to chase him, but he just chuckles darkly. “Not yet,piccante.”

“Nico,” I growl, which only has him smiling like a hunter who’s finally caught his prey.

“I want you to come on my cock, Cassandra.”

“I can do both.”

“Yes, but I have my reasons.” Nico lifts me off the stage to stand in front of him, and then spins me around and presses between my shoulder blades so I’m bent at the waist, gripping the edge of the stage.

I look over my shoulder at him. “What reasons?”

“Just one. And you’ll know soon enough,” he teases, slapping my bare ass cheek.

I bite my lip and moan, pushing my hips back at him.

“That’s my girl. So eager.”

I hear the zipper of his pants fall and Nico nudges my feet apart. He hooks his finger under the fabric covering my pussy and pulls it to the side. The broad head of his cock teases me at my entrance, but he doesn’t go any further.

I try and push back at him to do it myself, but he holds me in place.

“What are you doing?” I whine. “I need you to fuck me, Nico.”

“I know, baby. But if you want that, then I need you to answer a question for me honestly.”

Is he serious? Now? “Fine. Ask.”

“Do you know how much I love you?” he asks, and I’m so caught off guard by the question, I don’t answer right away, and he slaps my ass. “Have I not shown you how much all this time? Told you how much?” He slaps my ass again, and I can feel myself dripping onto his waiting cock.

“Yes!” I scream out.

“Good.” He caresses where he slapped me, nudging his cock at my entrance. “And I know how much you love me.”

“Yes,” I moan, contracting my pussy over and over, trying to get him inside me.

“In that case, will you marry me?”

My heart constricts, and then takes off double-time. “What?”

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