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While holding my breasts together, I rub my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I let out a little moan, which draws Nicco’s attention to what I’m doing, and I swear he nearly comes on the spot.

“Holy fucking shit, Isabella,” he pants out. “Don’t stop doing that. I’m so fucking close.”

I smile up at him, knowing exactly what I can do to put him so far over the top he won’t know what hit him.

Angling my head up, I open my mouth, allowing the tip of his dick to meet my tongue with every thrust he makes. “I want to feel you in my mouth, Nicco. Give me everything you’ve got.”

A feral groan vibrates through him, and his movements become more frantic while I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock every chance I get.

The sensations between Nicco fucking my breasts and me playing with my nipples have me so needy for a release, I subconsciously grind my hips into nothing since Nicco is on my stomach. But he must sense it because he slows his movements and gives me a sexy as hell smirk.

“Are you being a needy little whore for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I pant out, unable to keep it in.

“Pinch your nipples hard for me,” he says, and I do so, causing my back to arch from the sharp pain that immediately turns into pleasure when Nicco finds my clit with his finger. I cry out at the sensations fusing together.

“Oh gosh, Nicco.”

“That’s right, Isabella, keep going. Play with those nipples while I play with your needy clit.”

I grind my hips into his finger and continue squeezing my breast together while pinching my nipples. “Nicco,” I cry out, not able to contain the overwhelming feeling of my orgasm that’s about to come to a crescendo.

“That’s right, Isabella. Let me hear you cry out my name while you come for me again.”

He increases the pressure and cadence on my clit, and the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy takes over my body as an explosion starts in my core and works its way out to every crevice of my body. My orgasm quakes through me while I cry out Nicco’s name.

He helps me ride out my high, slowing his speed and pressure on my clit before finally stopping once he knows I’ve gotten my fill.

“Fucking hell, Isabella. The sight of you coming undone will never get old,” he says before sliding his hand down my slit and pushing his fingers into my pussy.

I let out another moan as Nicco brings his glistening fingers up to his cock and wipes the aftermath of my orgasm all over himself. He does it again, except this time he wipes it all over the valley between my breasts.

Bringing his hand up to his lips, he sucks his fingers into his mouth. “Mmm, so fucking delicious,” he says before grabbing hold of the headboard with both of his hands. “Now squeeze those perfect tits together tight and open your mouth up wide for me. I want to feel that tongue of yours all over my cock.”

I do exactly as I’m told.

Nicco’s pace becomes more fervent and strained, yet the heady look on his face tells me he’s so close to coming. After a few more thrusts, Nicco yells,“Fuck!”before releasing all over my chest. I get a quick taste of him in my mouth, the saltiness of him having me thirsty for more.

After a few more moments, he finishes and hunches over me, catching his breath.

“Holy fuck, Isabella. I know we’ve done that before, but that was better than anything I remember.”

I giggle and say, “Yeah. I remember you loving that, but wow. That was just…”

I have no words for it. Just when you think sex with someone can’t get any better, it does. Every time Nicco and I are together, it’s always better than the last. I don’t know how it’s possible, but it’s this feeling inside me that I can’t get enough of him, and I know he feels the same way.

“Fucking amazing,” he finishes for me, then leans down to kiss me. “Come on. Let’s get you washed up.”

50

NICCOLÒ

Ipull up to the back of the boutique and take my helmet off, then set it on the back of my bike before taking my vibrating phone from my pocket.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Castello’s money is ready,” my dad greets back.

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