Page 79 of Influence

Every fiber of my being fixated on Niko, his sculpted body, the heat of his powerful cock, and his sultry, seductive words that danced along my skin. My wet, inviting core convulsed and pulsed around his engorged shaft as every deep, delicious thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.

“Yes,” I finally cried out, trembling with urgency. “Please don’t stop! I’m about to come. Niko! Niko! Niko!”

His reply dripped with raw desire. “Yeah, you love it, don’t you, babe? You love my cock, don’t you?”

I could only exhale a fervent “Yes,” pleading silently as my body shuddered with the unstoppable tide of sensation.

“Are you that close?” he hissed, the rolling pleasure inside me building into a fierce, consuming storm.

Abruptly, Niko pulled out completely. His firm hands seized my hips as he turned me to face him, giving me barely a chance to take a breath before he thrust back inside me with renewed determination.

I couldn’t help but gasp at the pleasure-filled pain of the invasion.

“I’ll let you come, darling, but first I want something.”

“You have all of me. What more could you want?” I cried out, desperate for an even fiercer intensity, fast, hard, raw, and unyielding. “Fuck me, Niko!”

A wicked grin spread slowly across his face as he slowed his pace.

“Niko!” I cried, frustrated and needing relief. Then he withdrew completely once more, and I whimpered as he deftly traced the head of his insistent cock along the sensitive rim of my quivering clit. My nerve endings p under his teasing touch, each delicate caress leaving my body pleading for even more.

“What do you want?” I demanded, frustration mingling with excruciating arousal.

He hovered over me, his breath ghosting near my lips, his dark, lust-filled gaze full of raw emotion.

“I want to hear it again,” he demanded, rolling his hips so that his pulsating cock grazed the brink of my entrance once more, teasing me with relentless precision.

His every movement was an exquisite torment, and I could tell he relished every moment.

He cupped my throat and tugged my head back, making me look up at him.

“Say what? I told you I’m yours,” I protested, a mixture of exasperation and need in my tone.

His fingers flexed on my skin, and he leaned in. “Tell me you love me again, Laya.”

He had never expressed those words to me before, yet he expected them from me again. If he only looked close enough, my feelings for him were clear, leaving no room for doubt.

Suddenly, an overwhelming cascade of emotions bombarded me, making it hard to think, only feel.

Before I realized what I was doing, I said, “I love you, Nikolas.”

This time, there was no regret, just happiness in revealing my truth, fully accepting what lay in my heart and soul.

Niko was mine, and I loved him. He turned me, lifting me onto the table, and threaded his fingers into my hair. The intensity with which he stared at me was beyond anything I expected.

Then, he aligned his throbbing cock, and sank deep into me and whispered, “I love you too, Laya.”

My eyes grew wide, tears pricking at the backs of them. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. Our mouths met, and I widened my thighs, inviting him not only deeper into my body but also opening the gates of my heart to him completely.

“Mine. You’re everything, Laya. My world. Never forget that,” Niko said.

I nodded. “Yours.”

Those were the last words we spoke as our bodies took control, urging us to lose ourselves to one another and our desires.

Twenty-One

NIKOLAS

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