Page 93 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

“I’d cut my dick off before I hurt you,” he assured me. Maybe I was stupid, but I found myself trusting him again - in this matter anyhow. So far, he always ensured my pleasure.

I licked my lips, my eyes locked on his hard erection. He was big, I had never had anyone so big inside me. My pulse thundered in my throat, lust in my veins, the best kind of adrenaline.

He crawled over me, covering my soft body with his hard one. His body tensed as my fingers trailed down his neck, but he let me. The ink on his lower neck and one shoulder looked beautiful in the dark; though I couldn’t distinguish what it was exactly. A flower, I guessed.

My hands slid down his chest, down his hard abs.

“You are so beautiful,” I murmured, my eyes roaming over his body hovering over me. He was the perfect mixture of hard and beautiful. I had never felt this raging desire for another man. “I- I…” I wanted to tell him it has been a long time for me, but the words got stuck in my throat. The admission refused to come; not that I was ashamed of it. “We should get a condom,” I ended up saying, trailing my fingers lightly over the line of hair that led below his navel. I didn’t stop; it went lower and lower still until my hand wrapped around his cock.

God, I loved touching him.

His hips pushed further into my palm. His cock was hard, smooth, and hot. The throbbing ache between my legs increased tenfold, and I felt so empty.

“No condoms,” he groaned, pressing himself against me. My eyes snapped up, but before I could say anything, he gritted. “I’m clean and you are on the pill.”

His look on me was dark, maddening, possessive.

“I’m clean too,” I rasped. I spread my legs open, locking my ankles behind his back as he settled himself between my legs, his erection gliding over my slick entrance. He thrust inside me in one, powerful move, filling me to the hilt. My back arched off the bed, relishing the sensation of being full, one with him. He was hard as stone and so big.

His forehead fell against mine, his gaze scorching into mine and searing my soul. He remained so deep inside me that I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

“My. Nirvana.” His voice was hoarse, his chest panting for air while my breaths came out erratic. “I own you.” Rebellion flared inside me, but before I could contradict him, he added, “And you own me.”

Ah fuck! This man was breaking me, slowly and sweetly.

“Fuck me. Hard,” I breathed, the pulse between my thighs.

“Beg me,” he ordered, his voice a mixture of demand and rasp, nipping my jaw. “Beg me to fuck you hard.”

I clenched my entrance, my pussy gripping his cock deep inside me. He hissed.

“Beg. Me.” His voice was a hoarse demand and he swayed his hips side to side, loosening my core, sliding in deeper. “Beg me, Cara Mia.”

My core muscles clenched around his hard length, needing him to start moving.

“Please.” I begged on a whimper. “Please, fuck me. Hard.” I panted. “Please, Nico. I want you. Need you.”

Easing out of me, he powered back into me. He moved, harder and faster, hitting that sweet spot inside me that was flooding my core with need. His pace increased with each thrust and his gray eyes darkened with something hot.

“Hands up above your head,” he growled, and when I immediately complied, I swore he felt even bigger inside me. To my horror, I felt a gush of wetness trickling down my inner thighs.What is this man doing to me?His hands snaked under my ass and he gripped tight as he slammed back into me.

My breath rushed out, and before I could take another breath, he thrusted back into me. Rough.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

He stilled, and my fingers curled around the iron rods of his headboard, gripping them tightly. Or risk putting my hands on his butt and digging my nails into his ass.

“Don’t… stop…” I cried. “Please. Don’t. Fucking. Stop.”

He withdrew fully, and before I could panic that he was leaving me, he pounded into me again, and again. His fingers gripped my ass, and I knew he’d leave bruises. I didn’t care. He set a fast and brutal pace, thrusting into me deeper and harder.

A throaty moan left me with each thrust of his cock, his pelvis grounding against my clit, setting off fireworks within me.

“So wet.”

Thrust.

“So fucking beautiful.”

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