Page 113 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

“Now get on the counter,” he ordered.

“Why?” I squeaked. Surely he wouldn’t do this here.

“Cara-” he purred with a dark threat in his voice.

“Fine, fine.” My back against the cabinets, I hopped up on the counter, never breaking eye contact with him.

“That’s my good wife,” he commended and something inside me melted at his praise. I needed someone to slap me hard. I loved pleasing my husband. “Now, pull the dress up to your hips and open your legs. I want to see how wet you are.”

I swallowed hard, my insides burning. He’d find me wet. It didn’t take much for this man to turn me on. All he had to do was look at me, and I’d melt or burn to ashes. A trickle of desire ran down my inner thighs.

Slowly, I took the hem of my dress and pulled it up and opened my legs wide, my pussy exposed to him. The counter was cool against my scorching skin.

I might have been open and half naked for him, but there was something so damn powerful seeing his eyes turn dark. The stoic, cold man turned into a hungry wolf.

He might dominate my body, but I dominated his desire.

“Are you just going to stare?” I breathed out, my pussy pulsing with the need for his touch.

“Want me to eat your cunt?” he rasped, his hungry eyes never looking away from my sweet spot.

“Cunt is such an ugly word,” I muttered. I always hated that word though coming from Nico’s mouth it sounded more sexy than demeaning. It would seem everything about my husband turned me on.

He still hadn’t moved, so I reached out my hand and brushed my finger across my clit. Fuck, I was wet. It wouldn’t take long to get myself off.

“Would pussy sound better?” he asked in a hoarse voice, the vein in his throat throbbing. He was just as impacted by this as I was. It gave me the extra courage I needed. My fingers skimmed over my throbbing clit, and it felt so good. Not as good as his touch, nothing ever felt as good as Nico. “I want your pussy for dessert.”

A little noise of pleasure left my lips at hearing his dirty words. His big hand wrapped around my wrist, forcing me to stop fingering myself. He brought my hand to his lips and slowly sucked each finger clean, making hum noises deep down in his throat.

“Nico, I-” God, I might orgasm before he even touched me. My insides shuddered and my pussy ached for him.

My restraint was non-existent when it came to this man. I reached up with my other hand and curled my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. There was no sense denying myself. I wanted him.

Releasing my hand, his lips came down on mine, firm but soft. My hands reached out behind him, gripping his shirt, needing to touch his skin. I responded to his kiss like a starved woman. He made a wild noise in his throat and his tongue moved faster, harder, twirling with mine. My husband knew how to kiss.

He pulled my dress, crumpled around my waist, over my head, breaking our kiss. My bra followed, leaving me completely naked under his gaze. His warm hands skimmed down my body, my breathing heavy with anticipation.

“Brace yourself.” He nodded to my arms. “I intend to take my time eating my dessert.”

Holy fucking shit!

I set my arms behind me, palms down on the counter. His mouth came down to my throat, licking, kissing, nipping and a throaty moan sounded through the kitchen. Then his mouth moved down, licking me from my neck down my body. My entire body threatened to explode, shatter into a million pieces.

“Nico, please,” I begged, my head tilted back and my eyes closed. This man made my body burn. The ache between my legs intensified with each second that ticked by.

“Cara mia, open your eyes.” His voice was hoarse, desire thick in it. I forced my eyes open, watching him through my heavy eyelids.

Wolf.He stared at me hungry like a wolf.

My body shivered with anticipation as he pushed my thighs further apart, the look in his eyes starved, reflecting how I felt.

Lifting his starved gaze, our eyes locked. “Your eyes on me. See how starved I am for your pussy,” he growled low and set my body into a full-blown inferno. This had to be the sweetest hell.

His head lowered down between my thighs, the stubble on his face scratched my soft skin and the moment his tongue touched my entrance, his mouth closing on my pussy, a loud moan echoed through the empty kitchen.

Nothing hadeverfelt so good.

His mouth and tongue worked magic, sending shockwaves throughout my entire body. I bucked against his mouth, my back arching into him.

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