Page 94 of Stricken

Euphoria of physical intimacy takes over and I find myself placing my hands on him, spinning him furiously. A sound echoes. A slap of the taut body hitting the wall. Ragged breathing. Both palms on his upper back, I press him up to the surface. My cock is throbbing in the crease of his ass as I rub myself against him. He shudders, his head thrown back in surrender. He arches instinctively, offering himself to me.

"Tell me you want this," I grit out. "Tell me you want my cock,detka."

"Only under one condition."

"You think you're in the position to bargain right now?" I chuckle.

"No condom," he breathes out.

I've never been so turned on in my life. I dart over to the bedside table, yank the drawer open, and grab the lube, my hands working overtime to get some on my fingers. As I coat them, I turn back to Nico and position myself at his entrance. Then I slip my thumb over his hole—up and down. Draw a circle around that tight ring of muscle. Press my index finger inside, into him, gently, past the knuckle. As far it goes. A little friction. In and out. He reacts instantly. A broken moan escapes his throat. He's hot and lubricated enough and my dick demands entry.

"Fuck, baby. Just take me already," Nico mutters.

I kiss his shoulder. The side of his face pressed to the wall, his back curved, the angle just right for better access. With a groan, I grab at his ass cheeks, spreading them. Then I plunge inside, sheathing myself inch by inch in the tight, clenching heat.

"I'm sorry..." I apologize, although I'm not sure for what—the roughness of my entry or the fact that I can't stop. I want to stuff my cock into him as deep as possible. There's no barrier between us anymore. No secrets. His body yields to me, opening like a flower.

I push in harder.

"Mmm..." Nico moans louder. The sound vibrates through his chest, seductive. His arms are stretched out above his head, bent slightly at the elbows. "Oh God! Right there."

I drive some more.

His hole clamps around me like a vice, squeezing, sucking me in deeper. Fuck.

I'm inside him, buried to the hilt, and I stay there, panting for a second, trying to recover from the bliss of penetration. His ass cheeks are sweaty against my stomach, sweaty and perfectly round. He's got a beautiful ass. And I own it.

This man… He feels so damn perfect around me—it's like coming home. Like finding that missing piece of the jigsaw puzzle I actually didn't know was missing.

"You like that?" I ask as I start moving.

"Too slow,caro," he gasps. "Faster."

I do as he says, pick up the pace, pounding into him, mindless of everything but pleasure.

"Faster, faster," he demands. "Let me feel you." His hole contracts around my cock when I hit his prostate. He cries out, words turning into a blur of sounds. And then I fuck him for real. Fuck him hard, fuck him into ruin, fuck him until we are both a screaming, wet mess.

With a growl, I reach around and grip his dick, stroking him in time with my thrusts. Nico's hips buck into my grip. The sensation of him tightening around me while he spasms in my fist is almost too much to bear.

"You're too fucking sexy like this, Nico, with my cock stuffing your ass," I growl through gritted teeth, licking his ear. "Goddamned masterpiece."

His body tenses under mine and I realize I'm close and I have no intention of holding back either.

"Fuck," I grind out. "I'm... I'm... ugh…"

The world darkens around the edges as I'm consumed by the most powerful orgasm of my life. With a strangled yell, I spill inside him as he unravels around me. With a final thrust, I come, emptying myself into him as Nico's name leaves my lips in a hoarse groan. My face in the crook of his neck muffles my shout as ecstasy tears through me, whiting out my vision. His own release spills over my fingers and paints the wall.

He collapses against it while I collapse against him. We are spent and sated with legs cramping and I don't want to separate just yet.

"How does it feel? My cum in your asshole?" I murmur.

"How does it feel to be able to fuck that perfect ass?" he asks in between tiny moans.

"Feels terrific, Romeo."

"Right back at you, Hot Shot."

A second passes.

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