Page 33 of The Prettiest Outlaw

He remained silent and stony faced. On and on, the massage went. Over and over, he handled my thigh muscles, rubbing and kneading them. His hands moved closer and closer to my vagina, but he never touched her. Over and over, he opened my legs wide, stretching me while simultaneously inhaling me.

“I’m gonna …” I announced.

Before I could get the sentence out, Nico’s hands were back at my breasts. Massaging, kneading, and tweaking until a powerful orgasm overtook me, and I quaked with pleasure beneath his prodding.

“You’re good,” he assured me as blissful sensations rolled through me. “Breathe through it, lil bit. When you come down, relax into the release of tension. Keep your eyes closed and breathe…in through your nose…out through your mouth.”

“I…”

He was still bothering my nipples, so the orgasm hadn’t fully subsided yet.

“Shhh.” His instruction was gentle but authoritarian. “I’m gonna turn you over. Keep your eyes closed. Concentrate on the things you can hear…the things you can smell.”

I helped him flip me back onto my stomach. I realigned my face with the hole in the table while keeping my eyes shut. Once I was settled, I felt him replace the sheet over my lower body. I smelled the scent of cucumber with a hint of mint. I heard the sounds of him pressing the pump of the oil bottle. Then I heard him rubbing his hands together. Seconds later, his hands were on me again. The massage began again. This time, the concentration was on my neck and shoulder blades. Soft music, a soul singer crooning, became noticeable. I kept my eyes shut and reminded myself to breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth.

* * *

I woke up, which meant that I had dozed off. I looked down as I stretched, realizing that I was still on the massage table.

“Umm,” I commented to myself before tossing the sheet I was covered with off and stretching again. “With his wannabe baby Gianni Outlaw head ass.”

I sat up on the table but almost fell off when I heard Nico’s voice.

“What are you over there rambling about?”

I jumped down, still clad in only my thong, watching Nico. He sat in the only chair in the room, staring at me.

“I said…” I walked toward him. “…that you’re a baby Gianni Outlaw wannabe.”

“Why is that?” His eyes never left mine.

“Because when people present you with problems, you feel compelled to come up with solutions.”

“I think the words you’re looking for are pronouncedthank you.”

“Whatever.” I stood in front of him and waved him off. “How long was I asleep?”

He checked his watch. “About four hours. It’s almost 3:00 a.m.”

“Long enough for you to believe me when I tell you that my original arousal has worn off, and I still want to have sex with you?”

“On the massage table?”

“On the massage table. It’s custom. It’ll hold up.”

“How do you know it’s custom?”

“By the quality of it. And I’m sure I won’t be the first woman you take down on that massage table.”

He didn’t respond to that. Instead, he asked, “What are you thinking you want?”

I blushed and giggled at the question, but I didn’t back down. I was a little bit embarrassed by my own forwardness, but I wanted the dick. And closed mouths didn’t get…fucked.

“I want to be face down, ass up with your mouth where it was before…except…closer.”

He laughed aloud. “Basically you want me to eat your pussy? Is that what I’m hearing?”

I wasn’t generally a shy girl, but something about the way Nico handled me made me blush.

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