Page 179 of Dance of Ruin

A broken cry rips from me. I’m close already—soclose.

His tongue gets faster, more brutal, flicking and sucking andfeastingon me like he wants the whole fucking theater to hear what I sound like falling apart.

And then, I do.

I come with a scream, my thighs shaking, the mirror fogging in front of me.

He’s not done.

He stands behind me, his eyes bright and his lips glistening with my cum. He grabs the back of my head, yanking it up and twisting it to the side before he hungrily kisses me. I whimper, tasting myself on his tongue as I greedily suck it into my mouth.

I moan into his lips, lost in the sinful kiss as I hear his belt being unbuckled and his zipper being drawn down. I shiver when I feel the hot, swollen thickness of his cock spring free, slapping my inner thigh before it grazes my sensitive pussy.

“Fuck, Nico…”

“Now,” he murmurs, dragging the head of his cock through my soaked folds. “Watch what I do tomyfucking ballerina.”

He presses in slowly, but with his size, that first moment of penetration no matter the speed always takes my breath away.

Fuck, he’s so big.

But the stretch burns in the best way, a whimpered gasp somewhere between pain and bliss catching in my throat.

“Keep watching,” he growls. “I want you to see what you look like when that tight little pussy swallows every fucking inch of my fat cock.”

I lift my head, eyes locking on the mirror.

There I am—bent forward, tutu fanned out, Nico’s hands clamped around my hips as he sinks into me. His face is twisted with need, his jaw tight, his throat working as he pushes deeper.

“Look,” he rasps. “Look at howfucking prettyyou are stuffed full of my cock.”

I moan.

“You were made for this,” he snarls, starting to thrust hard. “Look how fucking beautiful you are taking that cock, baby.”

God, the way he makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world when he’s worshipping me.

He slides out, leaving just the swollen head stretching me open before he suddenly rams right back in, making the vanity creak beneath us.

Ohfuck yes.

Every time he slams into me, I see it in the mirror: my mouth open. My lashes fluttering. My cheeks flushed and wrecked. His hips pounding relentlessly.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” he grunts. “Look at yourself, baby. Look at what I do to you. Feel how fucking deep in your tight little cunt I am, Naomi. That’s where I belong—right here, buried inside you, making you take every fucking inch of my cock like a good girl.”

My whole body tenses up, pressure building sharp and fast.

“I’m gonna—” I gasp.

“Come all over my cock? You’re going to be my fucking good girl and comeall fucking overthat fat cock, aren’t you.”

“Nico!”

“But you don’t get to come until I tell you to,” he bites out.

I whimper. Begging. Squirming.

His hand snakes around to my throat, fingers firm as my blood roars in my ears.

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