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“Fuck.” His breathing is ragged in my ear, and I feel his body tight with tension. “Look at you, baby. You’re getting close, I can tell. Your nipples are begging for a lick, aren’t they?” he groans. “So tight, baby. You need my tongue to help you out. Get you off, real good?”
I moan, tempted. But I’m loving this control he’s given me, and I’m going to make the most of it.
I twist in his lap, so I’m straddling him, face-to-face.
“Take it off,” I tell him, nodding to his shirt. He does it immediately. “Pants too.”
These require my help, but soon, he’s naked beneath me. I take a moment to appreciate his sculpted body, the thick muscle and dark ink of his tattoos.
Again, I feel that possessive urge. All mine.
Nero’s hands move to my hips. I shake my head. “Rules still apply,” I remind him, moving them back to the chair arms. “And right now… You’re at my mercy. What will I do with you?” I muse.
Kissing his lips, I rake my nails lightly down his chest and abs, stopping before I reach his cock. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, unable to resist the urge to do something to dominate a part of me. I let him for a moment before pulling away.
My mouth goes to his chest. I flick my tongue over one nipple, then the other one as my hand wraps around his erection. I start to stroke him, but slowly. I don’t want him anywhere near coming until he’s inside of me.
“God, baby…” Nero’s head sinks back with a groan.
I smile, remembering his filthy words to me the other night. “Don’t pray to your god,” I echo, sultry. “Pray to your wife.”
Nero’s eyes meet mine, and a moment of electric connection passes between us. Because it’s the first time I’ve called myself that and meant it.
I swallow hard, unprepared for the rush of emotion, so I focus back on my sexy teasing instead. I keep stroking his cock, until Nero starts to pant.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he groans, but he’s not really complaining. We both know there’s pleasure in this kind of torment, that anticipation can take all of this to a whole new level.
“You drive me crazy—every damn day,” I point out, cooing in his ear. I’m straddling his lap, fisting his cock between us, the damp tip nestled between my thighs. “You walk in the room, and I’m wet for you. Aching. It’s only fair I get to return the favor.”
I’d never say these things if I was sober, but right now, I couldn’t feel more free. Power is throbbing in my veins, and fuck, desire is taking over, too.
Positioning myself above his lap, I slowly sink down, taking his cock all the way to the hilt.
“Lily!” He gives a ragged cry, and I answer it with my own desperate moan.
Fuck, he feels so good.
“You feel that?” I ask, flexing and clenching around him. “You feel how much I need you?”
“Yes,” Nero curses, thrusting up inside me. “Fuck, yes!”
My hands settle on his chest, and I start to ride him, grinding his cock as I keep my eyes on him. It’s slow and dirty and intimate, him watching me like this, taking my pleasure, rising up and sinking down, moaning with every thick stretch and stroke.
“That’s it, baby,” he urges me on, gasping. “Take it, Princess. Take all of it. Ride my dick like you own it. Every fucking inch, baby, it’s all for you.”
I do it.
I take what I need, moving faster, until I’m bouncing up and down on him with wild abandon. Pleasure climbing, my breasts swaying, our bodies making a slick noise in the dim light. “Yes,” I’m moaning, “Nero, God, yes!”
His control finally breaks. He grabs me around the waist and rears up, slamming me down as he thrusts, impaling me on his cock.
I scream in pleasure, mindless. I’m so close to the edge and Nero is right there with me, incoherent grunts of pleasure coming from his mouth. He finds my lips, and kisses me deeply, drinking me in as our bodies thrust and grind. It’s perfect, a pleasure beyond belief. My orgasm crests, and then breaks through me like a tidal wave, sweeping over every part of me as I toss my head back and howl.
“Nero!”
He thrusts up again, grinding me against him, friction driving against my sensitive bud as his cock possesses me, sending fresh shockwaves through my body, over and over again as he comes with a roar, gripping me so tightly, I know there’ll be marks in the morning.
I don’t mind. He’s already left an indelible mark, on the only place that matters.
On my heart.
