Page 68 of Owning Nicci

“I wonder how many times I can make you come before I can’t wait any longer to fuck you,” I growl the words against her skin, tracing my tongue down the valley between her breasts. Ifeelthe breath that she sucks in, and I shift my hand, poising two fingers at her soaked entrance as I press my thumb into the swollen bud of her clit.

Her abdomen is sticky with my pre-cum, from where I rubbed against her as I made her come the first time. I pull back, enjoying the sight of it, glistening and wet against her skin, as I push two fingers into her. Her lips part, her eyes rolling back as she clenches around my fingers, and I roll my thumb back and forth as I thrust my fingers inside of her.

“I’ve marked every inch of you with my cum before,” I murmur as I finger her, first slowly, and then faster as I feel her muscles start to tense. “I can’t wait to do it again. But tonight—” I push my fingers deeper, curling them inside of her, my thumb increasing its pace against her clit as I drive her towards a second orgasm. “Tonight, I’m going to fill you up,principessa. I’m going to leave you dripping with it until the morning. In fact—” I lean over her, the movement of my hand quickening with every word, “—in fact, I might just keep fucking you until I can’t any longer. I’ll come inside of you over and over again, until it’s running out of you as I fuck you. How does that sound,principessa?”

Nicci gasps, a keening moan escaping her lips. “Fuck,” she pants. “Oh god—that sounds, oh—oh?—”

She cries out, her moan nearly a wail as she shudders and starts to come on my hand, ripples of pleasure convulsing through her body as her hips arch upwards. I see the flash of pain on her face as she twists suddenly on the bed, and her eyes fly open as she feels my movements falter.

“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please don’t stop.”

I’m not sure if I could. I’m worried about her, about the pain she might be in, but whatever pain there is seems to be overridden by pleasure. She moans as another wave of pleasure rocks through her. Her pussy clenching and fluttering around my fingers, and all I can think about is how good she’ll feel around my cock.

“Please,” she begs again as she sags back against the bed, panting, and I smile, sliding down the bed to lie between her thighs.

“Don’t worry,principessa,” I murmur, looking up at her. “That was only the second one.”

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NICCI

Inever knew anything could feel this good.

My shoulder fucking hurts. Every movement sends pain shooting through me, but the pleasure of what Savio is doing to me outstrips it to the point that I don’t care. Every time I start to think that it’s too much, he does something with his fingers or tongue that makes me feel as if I can’t bear for him to stop—even if I’m hurting. I don’t care. I need this. I need more of it.

Nothing any man has ever done to me that I’ve wanted has ever felt as good as this. Savio touches me as if he knows exactly where each spot on my body will give me the most pleasure, as if all he’s thinking about is how to make me feel everything that I’ve been denied for so long.

Every touch makes me moan. His lips on my ear, my throat, my breasts, gliding over my body as his fingers push inside of me, curling to find exactly the spot that will make me tighten and cry out. I’ve never come with a man before Savio—never had one care enough to try to give me that pleasure, and I’ve never told him that. I didn’t want him to know that he was the first.

That night that he made me grind myself to an orgasm atop him was the first time. It was pleasure and humiliation all atonce, a release that I desperately needed and the horrifying knowledge that a man I hated was the first one to ever give me an orgasm. I’ve felt that same thing every time he’s made me come since then. An aching desire for more, coupled with shame and hatred that it was him.

But now, I feel none of that. All I want is more. I arch into his touch, ignoring the pain in my shoulder, tightening around his fingers as he pushes me closer to an orgasm—my second one of the night. I think of how he felt grinding against me, the slick slide of his cock rubbing against my clit, and I cry out with a moaning wail as I come apart on his hand.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting, keeps rubbing my clit as my muscles tighten and spasm, until I’m gasping for breath and pleading for him not to stop.He’s going to fuck me now, surely,I think as I come down from the high, but instead, he slides down further, lying between my legs as he bends his head.

“Don’t worry,principessa,” he murmurs, looking up at me. “That was only the second one.”

Only the second.I let out a helpless whimper as I feel his breath ghost over my soaked flesh, my entire body trembling with aching desire. I can’t remember how long it’s been since a man went down on me—years? Since before I dated Dimitri, that’s for sure, since we never went to bed together. I’ve forgotten what it feels like, and when Savio flicks his tongue against my clit, warm and soft and wet, I cry out.

“Oh god—” I reach down with my good arm, tangling my fingers in his hair. “More. Please, ohfuck?—”

The last word ends on a whimper as Savio’s tongue lashes against me again, dragging over my clit in long licks that leave me shuddering. He laves it against my swollen flesh for several strokes, his fingers still buried in me, before he starts to thrust them again.

I’m going to come again. I know I will, as soon as I feel that slow build start again. I had no idea I could come more than once, especially with someone else, but my body is already craving more, primed for another unraveling. He rolls his tongue over my clit again, curling his fingers inside of me, and I arch my hips upwards without thinking, grinding against his mouth as I chase my next orgasm.

“Greedyprincipessa,” Savio murmurs, breaking away just long enough to look up at me. He looks sinful there between my thighs, his mouth glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark, and his hair tousled and caught between my fingers. “Do you want to come again?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, please?—”

A slow, wicked smirk curves his lips. He ducks his head, pressing his mouth between my legs again, and this time, as he starts to swirl his tongue over my clit, he fastens his lips around it andsucks.

The sound that comes out of my mouth is almost animalistic. It feels so fucking good. My thighs tighten around his head, my fingers tugging at his hair as I buck and squirm, all the pain in my shoulder long forgotten. His mouth is wet and hot, sucking relentlessly at my clit as he fucks me with his fingers, and I hear a string of pleas spill from my lips as I feel the pleasure building.

“I’m going to—ohfuck…Savio!”

I shriek his name as the third orgasm rolls through me, my back arching as I grip his hair with a force that he’d never have allowed before tonight. But everything has changed, and I no longer care. I no longerneedto care. For tonight, he’s mine to use—just as I’ve been his. And I’m not thinking about tomorrow.

His tongue lashes against my throbbing clit as I come. My pussy rippling around his fingers, and the moment my orgasm starts to ebb, he jerks back and rises up on his knees.

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