Page 69 of Owning Nicci

His cock is rock-hard, the swollen, angry head pressed to the taut flesh just below his navel, the veins standing out in thick relief. His shaft is slick, and I watch in hungry fascination as he wraps a hand around himself, his jaw tightening.

“I’ll try to go slow,” Savio grinds out. “Butfuck, Nicci, I?—”

He leans forward, his mouth claiming mine in a hungry rush as I feel him angle the thick, swollen tip of his cock against my entrance. I’m so wet that I expect him to slide in easily, but even as aroused as I am, he’s a tight fit.

He groans as the head slips inside of me, a shudder rolling through him as his tongue slides over my lower lip. “Fuck,” he breathes, his hips twitching as he slides another inch inside of me. “You feel so fucking good,principessa. So tight, so wet. Like you were fucking made for me. The perfect fit.”

I feel myself tighten and ripple around him as he slides in further. He reaches up, gripping the headboard with one hand, breaking the kiss for a moment as he lets out another moan.

“Fuck,” he pants. “So fucking tight. I want this to last—fuck—” Another inch, and then another. Pleasured groans spilling from Savio’s lips with every movement of his body, and I’m awash with pleasure, too. The feeling of him filling me, stretching me, is so good that I can’t think, can’t even speak. I close my eyes, tilting my head back as I feel his mouth drag down my throat, and with one final thrust, he’s seated inside of me to the hilt.

He goes very still for a moment, shuddering as his cock throbs inside of me. He curses again, a low, growling sound in his throat as he starts to move. “I can’t—I need to fuck you.Fuck.Fuck, Nicci?—”

The sound of my name on his lips makes my back arch again, my hand gripping his shoulder as he thrusts. My fingers claw against his skin, nails digging in, and I can feel the pleasure building.

There’s no way I can come four times.It’s impossible. But I can feel my muscles tightening, that slow build of bliss unfurling through my body with every stroke of Savio’s cock inside of me. It feels as if he’s touching every nerve, sending sparks of pleasure over my skin with every thrust, and my head falls back, his name escaping my lips on a moan as I feel myself edge closer to another climax.

“I can’t—” he pants, dropping his head to my shoulder. “It feels too fucking good.Fuck, Nicci, I’m going to fucking come?—”

He thrusts once more, hard, hips grinding against mine—and I feel myself spilling over the edge. I cry out as the orgasm rocks through me, as I feel him jerk and shudder, his hot cum spurting inside of me. I feel him throbbing, his body rocking mindlessly against mine as he tries to thrust deeper, and my nails claw at his shoulder as I cry out his name.

“Oh, fuckinggod,” Savio moans, still shuddering as he goes still above me. “God, I’m still fucking hard.”

I can feel it. He’s still rock-hard inside of me, his muscles wound tight, his hips already starting to move as he moans my name. “Can you take it again?” he asks, his voice hoarse, and I feel an aftershock of pleasure ripple through me as I nod breathlessly.

“I want it,” I whisper, tipping my head up to kiss him. “Give me more. I can take it all.”

“Fuck.” Savio starts to thrust again, in long, slow strokes that seem to touch every oversensitive nerve inside of me. He drags his mouth down my throat, down to my breast, his tongue swirling around the tight nipple as I slide my hand down his back. His muscles flex and ripple under my hand, and I reach lower, squeezing a handful of his firm, muscled ass as he groans.

This time, when I come, it feels different. It’s no longer the steady build and sharp, stunning topple into spasms of ecstasy. It becomes a rolling wave, a slow crest and fall of pleasure, neverquite letting up entirely. Savio fucks me in long, slow thrusts that build, until he’s moving faster, hips rolling against mine, and I drag my nails up his back as I feel him start to shudder.

He bites out a curse in Italian, arching into my touch as I feel his cock throb inside of me, his hot cum filling me for the second time. He thrusts all the way into me, holding himself there as he shudders. We’re both slick with sweat. The room warmer than it was before, and Savio rocks against me once more, letting out a gasping laugh when a second passes—and we both realize he hasn’t softened yet.

“Did you take something?” I look at him, confused, and Savio shakes his head.

“Do you know how fucking long I’ve wanted you like this?” He rolls his hips against me in slow, gentle movements, and I moan. My entire body feels sensitized, every touch of his skin lighting me on fire, and Savio rises up on his knees, shifting my leg up and to one side as he carefully rolls me onto the side of my good shoulder.

Still inside of me, he moves so that he’s spooning me, his body curled against mine from behind. “I have no fucking idea if I can come again,” he murmurs. “But I want to stay inside of you. You feel so fucking good, Nicci. I want to stay inside of you forever.”

He reaches down between us, his finger tracing where we’re joined, and I can feel his cum dripping out of me around his cock. I’m stretched tight around him, and I moan as he strokes me there, before reaching up and lifting his cum-covered fingers to my lips.

“Fucking taste what you do to me,” he groans, pushing his fingers into my mouth, and without a thought, I wrap my lips around them and start to suck.

Savio moans, rocking against me as I lick his fingers clean, and then he slides them out of my mouth, lowering his hand to dip between my thighs.

I have no idea how long we lie there like that. Savio moves slowly, unhurried—luxuriating in the pleasure of my body wrapped around him. He strokes my clit, building the sensation, and I lose myself in the fog of it. I feel my climax build and build, until finally it pops like a bubble, sending shudders through me as my head falls back and I moan his name. Moments later, I feel him tense, feel that heat inside of me again, and I know he came, too.

His head drops onto the pillow behind mine, and I feel his body relax. He reaches down, tugging a blanket over us both as I feel his cock soften inside of me. He doesn’t move to pull out, instead staying half-buried in me, his cum soaking my thighs.

Something about the intimacy makes me panic. The haze of desire that I’ve been in clears, just a little, and I feel my chest tighten with a spasm of fear at the realization of what we’ve just done. Not just sex—but something more than that, something that’s pulled us closer together instead of pushing us apart—which is what I should be doing. I should be pushing Savio away.

I start to try to squirm out of his arms, but his arm over my waist tightens. “Stay here,principessa,” he murmurs sleepily. “I want you to fall asleep in my arms, with my cock inside of you.”

His breath is warm against my skin, the weight of his body dragging me under to sleep. I should get up. I should find somewhere else to sleep. I shouldn’t stay in this warmth, this intimacy, any longer. Not when I know how it all will end. It’s poisonous to us both. It will only hurt me more in the end, and it will only make the betrayal that Savio feels so much worse.

And why do I care?I think, my eyes drifting closed.I hate him for everything he’s done. Why do I care if he’s hurt, in the end?

I fall asleep before I can find the answer.

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