Page 36 of Stuck with Me

I snort a laugh. Instead of torturing him and myself any further, I take his cock and brush the tip of it over my center. He sucks in a breath. When I rub it against my clit, tingles shoot through my veins.

“Say you want this, Kit-Kat. Say you want my dick. That you want me to fuck you.”

I swallow the lump of desire bobbing in my throat. The desperation for him to fill me, making me dizzy. “Fuck me, please.”

A triumphant smile spreads on his face.

I almost think of taking back the words. But this feels too good. He feels too good.

“Condom.” But he doesn’t say it like a question.

“I’m on the pill and you know it’s been a long time for me.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out a laugh. “Me too. Been tested since and everything was negative.”

“Good. Because I need you. Now.”

He tilts my chin so I’m looking into his eyes. “You sure?”

I nod. And he doesn’t hesitate.

Nico straightens and tugs my ass to the very edge of the counter. With one hand he shoves my thigh open further and squeezes my hip while the other grasps his cock and guides himself inside of me. I inhale a sharp breath and exhale through my nose just as he plunges all the way in, filling me to the hilt. I gasp and he chuckles confidently.

“Perfect. I knew you’d take me so well.” He squeezes my ass in his hands as he thrusts into me.

“Mr. Cocky,” I mutter, huffing out a laugh.

“It’s not cockiness.” He drops a kiss to the top of my shoulder. “It’s our sexual chemistry. I know you feel it too. It’s orgasmic.”

Fuck. This guy is completely egotistical. But he’s also right. Our sexual chemistry has been off the charts. And now that we’re finally having sex, the reality is, that we fit together.

The pressure already builds between my thighs. It’s insane. It’s unheard of. And yet, my head goes foggy as every sensation floods through my body. The more he drives my hips against him, the more he plunges into me.

“Not so fast, wait for me,” he mumbles over my lips.

Pleasure racks my body in waves and I dig my fingernails into his back. My pussy aches for him to satisfy it. Craving to be devoured.

“Shit, cowboy, then you’d better hurry up,” I pant, curling my toes.

He slams my hips against him and the sounds of our bodies crashing together fill the space of the old cabin walls. My head spins as I resist the craving to release the pent-up pleasure. I’m not sure how much longer I can refrain.

I’m practically delirious as ripples of shock release in my core. My head falls back, and my eyes flutter closed as I moan. Unapologetic begging tumbles out of my mouth as the yearning intensifies.

“That’s it, now. Let that pretty cunt of yours strangle my cock.”

His words are like an answered prayer, permission to let myself go at last. So I do. I release the bottled-up frustration and yearning. I fall apart. Splintering into a thousand pieces and holding him against me tighter with each rush of pleasure.

Nico finishes right after me. He slows and surges inside of me with each thrust of his hips. The heat between us is suffocating and welcoming all at once. I want to relish in this moment long enough to make sense of it. How sex between two people who can’t stand each other can be this amazing.

Our breathing is still ragged when Nico presses a sloppy kiss to my mouth before pulling back. There’s a moment of self-consciousness while he pulls out. But then he leans into me, kisses me tenderly and I have reached satiety.

He gathers our clothes and hands me mine. I clutch them to my chest that’s still rising and falling rapidly. My core is still vibrating when he squeezes and passes me an impish grin before heading down the hall.

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CAMMIE

Jones doesn’t think two bottles of spiced rum is enough. Please talk some sense into him.

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