Page 109 of Living Legend

“Is that all?” I asked, nuzzling my head into my pillow, teasing.

He leaned back into me. “What do you want?” A hint of amusement and eagerness glazed his words.

“What does it feel like I want?” I grabbed his hand and slid it between my breasts, down my stomach, between my legs, where I was incredibly wet and wanting, my pussy vibrating from my orgasm. I wanted more.

He let out a low groan but didn’t move his hand away. He played with me, letting his fingers explore, running them over my clit but never lingering there long. I was slowly panting, wanting those fingertips back each time he took them away. He smoothly pushed two fingers inside of me and my breath hitched. He let his fingers curve and massage, all while I knew he was looking at my face, watching me. I almost whimpered when he removed them after a few minutes. He didn’t flip me to my back and slide into me like I wanted him to. He did something I didn’t expect, although with Nicholas, I had already decided assumptions weren’t a good thing.

He pushed himself up from the bed, but before I could lift myself to be face to face with him, he grabbed my waist and flipped me around so that I was facing the pillows. My knees pressed into the mattress and my hair fell around my shoulders. I looked behind me as he wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it two long pulls. My lips pressed together, heat developing low in my stomach again, making me impatient. His cock was something I was starting to crave, and it completely unnerved me. I looked back towards the headboard as I felt that skin-warming heat again. His hand raked down my back and over the curve of my ass, as if he was just simply appreciating me. He moved his hand down the side of my ass and down my thigh. One of his fingers traced up my slit; I was so fucking wet, I was almost embarrassed. I heard him groan, as if he was thoroughly satisfied with what he felt.

I snuck a peek over my shoulder, letting my hair hide part of my face as his eyes roamed over me, his mouth slightly open, his breathing solid and patient, as if he could go all night admiring, but then he held his erection out and pressed the tip against me, between my shaking legs. He seemed to glow from above me, his muscled arms tightening with every slide over my pussy. He slid the head of his cock over my pussy over, over, over again, bracing one of his hands on my hip, pulling me back to meet his pelvis.

He leaned down, pressing his weight at my back. He was sweaty and smelled like me. His dark hair tickled at my shoulder just as he pressed his lips to my quivering shoulder blade. He didn’t let up on his teasing and continued to rub his cock against me, the wetness between my legs intensifying to the point where the wet sound of him sliding echoed in my ear. He kept a hand on my hip but used his free hand to brush my hair from my face, letting his lips move over the shell of my ear. I heard him swallow hard, as if this was too much for both of us, but he had no plan of stopping or leaving us both needy and pleading.

“Do you want me to take my time?” Nicholas asked, his voice hoarse and rough. He wanted me to decide how he would handle me. I had seen both sides of him, the eager, frantic man and the passionate, deliberate one. I found myself liking both, to my surprise.

I found myselfcravingonly one of them now.

“No,” I whispered, side glancing the best I could to see his face before he removed himself from my back and positioned himself behind me.

I only had a chance to blink before he pushed into me, easily slipping all the way inside, bottoming out. He had both hands at my hips, digging his fingertips into my flesh. I let out gasp after gasp, prepared to keep my breathing as steady as possible, but then he started to move. Andfuckwas he moving. He pumped into me with such a fast rhythm, I almost cried out. He gave no warning, no preamble, and I reveled in it. He was relentless in the way he rode me, pulling my hips back against him with each piston of his own hips.

I couldn’t keep as quiet as he wanted, but I tried. I started to lean down and press my face into the pillow, stifling my sounds. He ran the heels of his hands into my hips, leaning over a bit to hit a deeper spot.

“Shit, your pussy feels good around my cock,” Nicholas groaned, bracing his hand on one of my shoulders.

As I buried my face into the cotton pillowcase, biting at the material, I pushed back to meet his thrust, not missing the way he squeezed my shoulder each time my skin collided with his.

I pressed my eyes shut as I practically suffocated myself to stay quiet, but it was way too much. Nicholas lifted his hand from my shoulder and grabbed my hair, wrapping the deep brown curls around his fingers. I brought my head up and attempted to tamp down all the noise I wanted to make, but the way he felt inside of me would surely be our mutual destruction. He pounded into me with so much force and so much fucking need, every single murmuredfuckandyesthat came from his mouth sent more wetness pooling between my legs.

“You take my cock so fucking well,” he mumbled between his groans.

I forced my sounds into garbled moans, low pants, sighs, but I couldn’t do it. He ruined any sense of control I was holding onto, and I was holding on by the thinnest of threads. He released my hair and brought his hand between my thighs to play with my clit.

A strained but satisfied scream left my lips. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Just as quickly as the words left my lips, he unclasped his hand from my hip and clapped it over my mouth, never stopping his movements inside of me. His face was back in my peripheral vision, his hot breath enveloping me, and I could hear the smile playing at his lips as he shushed me at the shell of my ear. He continued his assault on my clit, rubbing and pressing his fingers over it as he groaned into my neck. I was practically crying into his hand, the feeling too fucking good. He was doing all the right things, so many right things, hitting me so fucking deep, it felt like too much. I was sweating, practically overheated, but he kept moving faster and quicker, never letting his hand leave my mouth.

He pressed his palms hard against my lips. I was rounding my shoulders with the way he hovered over me, his chest warm and hot at my back.

My orgasm was at its peak now and it was beginning to blind me, sending a white-hot light behind my eyes. “Oh, my fucking god,” I said, muffling the words against his hand.

Nicholas whispered in my ear as my pussy started to clinch around him. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

I grabbed onto the pillow underneath me, clenching it into my fist as I came hard, pushing back against him, grinding my ass up. A few sounds I made escaped out of the open spots between his fingers, but most of them were captured by his silencing hand. My heart was beating so hard, it hurt my chest. My knees were throbbing against the mattress and my thighs felt like I had just run a marathon, but it was a delicious kind of pain. He released my clit from his skilled touch and grabbed my hip again, steading me. He grunted and took his hand away from my mouth, squeezing my ass so hard, I knew he would leave bruises.

“Fuck,” his rough, deep voice whispered out in the dark, confined room, making me shiver with the way it echoed along my skin.

He rocked his hips into me over and over, not fast but in quick, long strokes, before I felt him shudder above me as he came. I had to throw my face into the soft pillowcase again to suffocate my own sounds at the feeling of him. His hands started to massage where they had held me too tight as his breathing remained harsh and ragged. His cock twitched inside of me, and I circled my ass in response.

Nicholas gave my ass a tiny, playful smack and let out a soft chuckle before pulling out of me. He leaned over, kissing down my back, his cock ghosting over the place between my legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down with him so we were spooning. Freeing one of his arms, he rallied up the covers and blanketed them around us.

His arm folded over my waist while his face nuzzled into my hair. He let out a sigh that could have meant one of two things: content or exhaustion. Either one was something I could understand. His body felt so nice so close to me. His legs were tangled in mine, and I scooted back a little to bask in his warmth.

“Hmm,” I released a hum from my lips. He sighed again, but this time, his sigh gave off apprehension.

“Say whatever it is you are going to say,” Nicholas pressed.

“You are just surprising is all.”

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