Page 59 of Desire and Revenge

“Fine,” I had agreed impatiently, hips already twitching. “Just hurry up.”

A wolfish smile had curved his lips. “A meal like this is meant to be savored.”

And he had done just that. Spreading me open with his hands, one of my legs thrown over his shoulder and me trying not to alert everyone in a ten-mile radius that I was having my soul sucked out of my pussy.

I sigh and lean back into the tiled walls of the bathroom, fingers sliding from my shoulder down to cup my breast as I remember what happened after I had cum with Nero’s name on my mouth. I had barely had enough time to catch my breath before he had sprung to his feet and turned me around, cheeks kissing the wall.

“You’re going to have to be quiet for me. Can you do that, baby girl, or do I need to get that mouth to work?”

A groan had slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. “I can be quiet.”

“I don’t believe you.” One large hand had grabbed my ass and squeezed. “I think you’re going to be a bad girl and scream for me. You’re going to drip all over my cock and beg for more.”

“Nero!”

“So which one is it?” His index finger had brushed over my soaked pussy, “Are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl forme? Remember, good girls get love making and bad girls get fucked, hard.”

I had bitten my lip, knowing exactly which one I wanted, and he had let out a bark of laughter that rumbled through me.

“Spread your legs for me, Princess.”

A second later, he pushed deep into me till my eyes had been rolling to the back of my head. And then his hand slid up my stomach and cupped one breast.

I open my eyes when I realize that the heel of my palm is pressing against my clit and I’m moaning shamelessly. Thank goodness I managed to lock the bathroom door. I raise one leg up to the shower bench, then I begin to pinch and roll my nipples in my hands, pleasure shooting down my spine and making me shiver.

Foam sluices down my body, making my skin extra slippery as I glide my hands all over, torturing my nipples.

I make a desperate sound as I feel the dampness spread between my legs. Even after the two orgasms Nero gave me earlier, I’m still burning with desire at just the thought of the things he had done to me.

How he had fucked me into the side of the pool house, uncaring about passersby. I reach back and squeeze my ass, then wince at the flash of pain that tingles up from the spot where Nero’s hands had slapped against my flesh repeatedly.

I’m sure he’s left a mark or two, or more. No matter how many times I complain about it, Nero still always leaves marks all over me. It’s the height of carelessness and what’s worse is that I like it.

The other day, I had stood in front of the mirror for hours brushing my fingers against every single mark he had left on my body.

I glance down at the large red spot on my left thigh and smile. I clearly recall how his mouth had clamped over that spot while he had eaten me out earlier.

“Nero,” I whisper to myself as I stab two fingers into my welcoming heat.

I throw my head back at the sensation, my breaths coming in faster and faster. Biting my lip, I begin to fuck my fingers into myself, rocking my hips and moaning at the feeling. It doesn’t feel quite enough, and I wish it’s Nero’s thick fingers inside of me.

Bracing one hand against the wall, I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine him standing right there with that glint in his dark eyes.

“You’re such a naughty little thing,” he would say. “So needy and desperate and greedy for more.”

“Yes!” I cry, reaching up with my thumb to circle around my clit.

My pussy is so wet that my fingers slide in and out without any difficulty, and the wet sounds of them moving inside of me makes my cheeks heat up. It sounds so dirty and obscene. A good mafia wife shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be fucking myself on my fingers thinking of my husband’s childhood friend.

“Nero,” I pant, breasts bouncing as I increase the speed of my thrusts, thumb flying over my clit lightning fast. My wetness is running down my thigh and creating a rivulet on the shower bench. That’s how horny I am.

“So close,” I grit out.

“Cum for me, Princess,” I imagine Nero whispering into my ear, and that’s all I need to fall apart. With a choked sob, I shatter, panting hard as the orgasm tears through me with all the intensity of an earthquake.

“Oh God,” I moan as my body continues to ride out my orgasm. By the time my body stops twitching, I find myself onthe shower bench, feeling completely drained. Three orgasms in less than three hours will do that to you.

I step under the spray of the shower and allow the cool water to beat against my skin for a while, washing away all evidence of my extracurricular bathroom activities.

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