Page 32 of The Prettiest Outlaw

I could hear him squirt oil into his hands. Then warm oil and his hands were on my back. The massage began with his hands firmly moving across the entire spectrum of my back. He moved across my skin quickly but with intention, and before I knew it, he zeroed in on my left shoulder blade. Strong palms and fingers worked in circles.

“Umm.” The moan floated from my lips, soft and drawn out.

“Umm,” I repeated as the motions of Nico’s hands seemed to release tension that I didn’t even know was there.

I’m definitely going to fall asleep, I thought to myself as I relaxed into his touch.

I wasn’t sure how long Nico rubbed my upper body. He managed to rub me into a state that was relaxation overload. All of that was shattered and my eyes flew open when I felt my body being dragged down the table.

The next thing I knew, my lower body was in his lap. I fought to turn around and see what was happening. It was hard for two reasons. One, my body felt boneless, like I had very little control over it. And two, I was at a really weird angle. I craned my neck, looking back to see that Nico was straddling the table with a leg on each side, and my lower body rested between them. The sheet that covered me from waist down was history as Nico’s hands made unobstructed contact with my back, ass, and the back of my thighs.

What kind of massage is this?one of the voices in my head questioned.

Uh, this negro is giving you an erotic massage, another voice responded.

“An erotic massage,” I whispered right before my hips were lifted into the air, leaving me in the perfect position to receive the kind of oral that would send me over the moon and probably make me Nico’s love slave for life.

Luckily, he kept his mouth and tongue to himself, but that didn’t stop my girl from leaking at the thought. I was almost positive that she was releasing pheromones and aromas that let him know exactly what type of time she was on. The way she was nestled right below his nose as he twisted my body from side to side—presumably stretching me but really just messing my head up.

He lowered me, my thighs resting on his. He concentrated on kneading both my lower back and ass. His touch was firm, gentle, exciting, and titillating. He switched his hand movement to long, slow strokes that travelled from the base of my neck to the tops of my thighs. His fingers dug lightly into my flesh, causing me to not only moan but to involuntarily writhe, arching my back and tensing. My body was on fire.

“Stop tensing, lil bit,” he said, which only caused me to tense more.

“You’re doing too much, Nico.” My voice was breathy and pitchy, even to my own ears. I struggled to string together words that both made sense and expressed my thoughts. “I’m gonna have an orgasm.”

That seemed to spur him on. He fisted the flesh of my ass cheeks.

Sexual frustration kicked in. “Ease the fuck up, Nico!”

He chuckled. “Oh, so this is you getting mad? You know I don’t give a shit about you getting mad, right?”

He flipped me over so that I was on my back in a very rough way. My rock hard nipples were pointed at the ceiling, my face was frowned, my chest rose and fell, while my vagina leaked and quaked behind the lacy fabric of the thong I’d chosen to wear. I hated it here, but I loved it so damn bad.

He pulled my body toward his. “Sit up, and drape your arms around me.”

His command left very little room for protest. And once I was back in his lap, this time with my vagina resting tentatively on his bricked-up hardness, I didn’t want to protest. What I wanted to do was rub my clit against his print until I created enough friction to get myself off. I threw my arms over his shoulders like he told me to, while he rubbed and rubbed and rubbed his strong hands up and down my back. My muscles melted under his touch.

“Nico,” I whined. “This isn’t relaxing. This is torture. I’m so horny.”

“So, take what you need from me.”

“What I need from you is either your mouth on my clit or you buried deep, deep, deep inside me.”

“You have a very dirty mouth, Julianna.”

“Are you gonna punish me?” I punctuated my question with small gyrations against his penis.

“Not right now. The hormones and your arousal are clouding your judgment. You’ll be cool when you come down.”

“Well, would you please stop doing all of this freaky stuff to me. It has me feeling the opposite of relaxed. I’ll be worse off than when I got here. I probably won’t sleep for weeks!”

“Little spoiled ass,” he muttered, before gently pushing me off of him. “Lay back.”

I settled back on the massage table. I was thankful for a reprieve from the contact of our bodies that was sending my need for sex into overdrive.

His hands found my naked breasts—weighing the heavy globes in his hands before beginning to massage them. He rolled my nipples, while those caramel brown eyes of his seemed to peer into my soul. After a few moments, he dropped my breasts and straddled the table once more. I was unprepared when he grabbed my calves and pushed my legs back so that they practically touched my ears. His face hovered above my vagina as he simultaneously inhaled my scent and opened me wider.

“Nico.” My voice was coated with lust.

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