Page 90 of Dance of Ruin

“That's it,” he growls against me. “Give it to me, baby. Let me have it. Let me have your fucking come all over my tongue.”

My breath catches violently as my eyes fly wide open.

“Come for me like a good little slut,now.”

I do.

Hard.

The orgasm rips through me so fast I barely register the beginning before I’m arching off the stage, clawing at it, my back bowed as I fall apart with his name on my lips.

“Nico—!”

He groans, licking me through it like he wants to devour the sound of my pleasure. When I try to pull away from the overstimulation, he pins my thighs open and keeps going.

“Stay still,” he growls. “I’m not fucking done with this pussy.”

By the time he finally pulls away, my body is limp. Breathless. Completely ruined.

I blink up at the single light overhead, dazed.

And then I hear it.

The sound of fabric and a belt buckle hitting the floor.

Nico climbs onto stage, naked, his huge, rock-hard cock swinging heavily between his muscled thighs, a panther who’s cornered his prey.

I whimper, caught between need and erotic fear as he moves over me like a predator, pushing me against the stage as he shoves my thighs apart and crawls between them.

I glance down at him, shivering as my core tightens.

His cock is…massive.

Thick. Veined. Swollen and leaking precum as it bobs heavily against his abs. And that gleaming metal stud at the tip glinting wickedly…

My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

Which is fine, because in that instant he leans down, grabs a fist of my hair at the back, and crushes his mouth to mine in a brutalizing, branding kiss.

I whimper into his mouth, feeling my breath hitch as his swollen cock parts my lips and sinks against my opening.

“This pretty pussy’s been waiting just for me, hasn’t it.”

I shiver as he sinks the head in just a touch, letting me feel the first stretch.

“No oneelse gets this,” he murmurs darkly. “Ever. Understand?”

I moan softly, thighs shaking, my pulse all over the place, my body a dripping, shaking, eager mess as he teases my clit with his enormous cock.

Heat pulses deep inside me as he grabs my wrists and shoves them over my head, pinning them with his hands as his fat head twitches against my pussy.

“Eyes on me, baby. Look right at me when I take what’s mine."

Then he pushes in.

The stretch is instant, sharp. My breath punches from my lungs as he fills me inch by slow, huge inch.

“You’re doing so good,” he mutters. “So fuckingtight. So fucking perfect around my dick. You were made for my cock, Naomi.”

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