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“So responsive. So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs darkly. “I can watch you all night.”

Every nerve ending in my body is aflame, and as I watch him wrap his hand around his length, I almost come. “You just can’t obey an order, can you, husband?”

“Not when my wife’s pussy is spread wide open, inviting me in.”

I squeeze my breast, my nipples hardening as my climax starts to trickle from my toes all the way up my legs, and my eyes roll closed.

“Look at me, Hummingbird.”

“Are you not the one who’s supposed to look at me?” I counter, working the toy between my legs.

He watches and responds with soft grunts of approval, his hand working up and down his shaft with long, slow strokes. Unhurried and controlled.

I’m two seconds away from coming when he growls, “Stop.”

“Nicoli,” I whimper, his name a plea on my lips as he gets up from the couch, stalking toward me with his dick in his palm. “Drop the toy, baby girl,” he hums as he stretches out one arm, grabbing the top railing of our four-post bed, every shredded muscle in his side and chest pulled taut as he leans forward. “Keep still, and let me really watch you.”

I do as he says, my body in agony as I pull the vibrator out of me. I can feel the arousal seep from my sex as I hunger for more. For release.

This really backfired, didn’t it?

I’m breathless as I watch him grip the base of his cock, squeezing hard like he’s trying to temper the need to plunge into me. I’m not even touching myself, yet seeing him pleasuring himself has me arching my back because I can’t keep still.

“Spread your legs wider.”

I’m biting my bottom lip as I ease my legs open all the way until my knees hit the sheets. Blue eyes flash with desire as he showers me with fervent looks that devour every inch of my aroused body.

The second he moves his palm all the way to the base of his dick, his hips flexing, a sensation I can’t control washes over me, and it feels like all the heat, sparks, and lightning inside my veins gathers up into one point between my legs—ready to implode.

“Is your clit aching, Hummingbird?”

“You have no idea,” I breathe. I’m fighting the urge to touch myself, grabbing the sheets in my palms to stop that from happening.

Nicoli’s strokes keep a steady rhythm, his movements measured as if he’s savoring each bit of pleasure that comes from having his eyes on my naked body, spread and aching for him. Every contour of his body is shaped and shredded to perfection. How did I get this lucky to call Nicoli Del Rossa mine? It’s like God has granted me the one thing my heart desires most. Him. My husband. Perfection.

“I can’t decide whether I want to come on you or in you.”

“I’m hoping for the latter.”

“Hmmm,” he groans, and it’s a sound I wish I could fuck, because something that sexy, that hot, needs to be in me, I swear to God. My fists tighten around the silk sheets some more, and I’m sure I’m about to combust.

Nicoli notices, and his top lip curls in a smirk. “How does it feel to know you’re one touch away from coming, yet you’re not allowed to?”

“I hate it,” I bite out, arching my back, not taking my eyes off his cock being pumped in his palm.

“Good. Because that’s what you wanted to do to me when I walked in here, right? You wanted to torture me by having me watch but not participate.”

I scowl at him. “I don’t think I like this game anymore.”

That sexy as fuck smirk of his grows wider, and he increases the speed at which he’s jerking his cock.

Abruptly, he stops, reaches out, and slides his arms underneath my thighs, curling his hands around my hips, and pulls me closer to the edge with a hard jerk, slamming his cock into me at the same time. My breath explodes from my lips, and I cry out as he starts to rub circles around my hooded clit.

“Now I’m the one in control,” he says, grinning down at me.

I can only nod as waves of pleasure engulf me, making it impossible to respond with words. He knows what I want—to be taken hard and fast until neither of us can take any more pleasure.

I’m trembling, aching, desperate for release. I’m delirious with need, unable to form a coherent thought beyond craving this release threatening to burn through me.

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