Page 100 of Nico (Belles & Mobsters 2)

“I love your body,” I murmured against her neck. “I love every single thing about you.”

Her plump ass was gorgeous. It was wrong to eye her, knowing it’d edge me to take her again. I pushed my hard cock into the back of her, my mouth against her ear, taking her earlobe between my teeth.

“See what you do to me,” I murmured. “I can’t get enough of you. Will you let me?”

She turned around to face me. “First, let me wash you too,” she whispered. Grabbing the other bottle of shampoo, I watched her pour a small amount and lift onto her tiptoes. I bent my knees and my head so she could reach my towering frame. It didn’t take her any time with my short hair.

But she didn’t stop. Her fingers trailed down my body, her eyes watching my tattoos.

“Does it mean something?” Her fingers lingered over the ink on my collarbone and lower neck. “Roses, thorns,” she leaned over licking my skin. “And a wolf. The ink is beautiful.”

Her touch was soothing, soft. I didn’t want to think about the ink. I wanted to bury myself into her folds and seek sweet oblivion. But I felt it was important to tell her.

“Roses were my sister’s favorite flower,” I told her, keeping my tone void of emotions. “Petals attract with their beauty, thorns kill with their sting. Her description of the underworld.”

“I’m sorry about your sister.” A hint of sadness and loathing flashed in her eyes, but she quickly masked it. I wondered what went through my wife’s head. I wanted to know her every thought, every desire, every worry and pain. So I could take it all off her shoulders.

Turning off the shower, I reached for the towel and patted her body dry. She did the same to me, as if we both wanted to know our bodies better. We stepped out of the shower and I lowered myself onto my knees.

“Spread your legs for me,” I told her, my mouth leveled with her pussy. Honeysuckle and lilacs. Those two scents would forever be tied to Bianca Morrelli. She obeyed, and I dried her legs and between her thighs.

“Nico,” she whimpered, her legs wobbly.

“I want to know every inch of your body,” I said, pressing a kiss to her mound. “Every freckle, every line, every birthmark.”

A strangled laugh escaped her. “Could you learn it later? Right now, I want you inside me.”

My lip curved into a smile. “Turn around and press your palms against the mirror.”

No hesitation. God, it made me hard just to see her obey me like this. I raised to my full length and our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. Towel discarded, I came up behind her and pressed my mouth to the base of her spine.

“Ohhh,” she whimpered. A visible shudder ran down her back. I trailed my lips down her spine, marking her skin with my tongue all the way down to the crease of her ass. Reaching around, I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, opting to finger fuck her.

She moaned loudly, the noise vibrating against the tile.

“Don’t come until I allow it,” I ordered her. Her ass pushed back, grinding herself against me.

My fingers still inside her slick folds, I took my free hand and smacked her ass. Her eyes flashed in surprise, her mouth parted into a silent O, but she didn’t move. Rubbing my palm against the reddened flesh, a soft, barely audible moan left her lips, and she pushed her ass harder against my palm.

Fuck! She loves this.

Not letting her catch her breath, I plunged my fingers inside her as I smacked her ass again. And again.

“Nico,” she whimpered. “Please.”

I thrust my fingers into her, pumping in and out, and landed another slap against her ass.

“Fuuuck!” she screamed as her pussy convulsed around my finger. Her legs trembled, and I wrapped my arm around her chest, holding her upright.

“I told you not to come,” I said harshly, biting into her earlobe as she came down from her climax. Watching her was exhilarating. Nothing would ever get me hard again, except my wife.

“More,” she whimpered. “Give me more.”

Without a warning, I removed my fingers and drove my cock deep inside her. Her head fell backwards, leaning against my shoulder. I lost all the sense of reality, as I pounded into her, grinding against her ass.

“Has anyone taken your ass?” I grunted, thrusting into her. She arched her back, taking all of me. My body covered her back, pinning her with my body against the mirror and my teeth clasped on her neck. I slid back and forth in her wet pussy, our friction building like flame.

“N-no. Nobody.” I watched her face in the mirror, her pale skin flushed.

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