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Did she really just leave me here with my pants around my ankles, cock out, and the bluest balls anyone has ever experienced in their life?

We’ll see about that, my sweet Isabella.

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ISABELLA

The power I hold over Nicco’s pleasure is exhilarating. The desire he was feeling for me while I tortured him with my mouth made me so damn wet he’d be able to slide into me effortlessly if he tried to take me right now.

After peeling off my clothes, I step into the shower. The hot, billowing steam infiltrates my nostrils, opening up every sense I have. I lean my head under the jet stream and run my hands through my hair.

I open my eyes to see if Nicco followed me in here, but there’s no sight of him, and a small tinge of disappointment hits me. Turning around, I let the refreshing water fall over my face, and relish in the taste of Nicco still on my tongue.

He tastes so damn good.

Salty and masculine.

I could have him in my mouth all day and never get sick of him.

When reaching for my shampoo, big strong arms snake their way around my waist and yank me into what feels like a brick wall.

“Did you think you were going to get away from me that easily?” Nicco mumbles into my ear, and a smile spreads across my face.

“I was actually expecting you to be here sooner,” I tease.

Nicco whips me around so I’m facing him, and my hands land around his neck. “Well, since we’re playing games tonight, I had to keep you waiting just a bit.”

“Just a bit,” I repeat with a small laugh.

Nicco maneuvers us so he’s the one directly under the showerhead. The streams of water make their way through his hair.

There’s something so damn sexy about Nicco soaking wet. The way the water glistens off his godlike body… and when his glorious locks are drenched?Holy, fuck me.

“I hope you’re ready for me, my sweet Isabella. Because I’m about to fuck the brat right out of you for what you did back there.”

A bolt of electricity courses through me, sending heat to my core. “You promise?” I say, flashing my pearly whites at him as I egg him on. Because that’s exactly what I need right now. I need Nicco to take from me whatever he wants, however he wants.

He gives me a bemused look before whipping me around again. I nearly slip from how abrupt it is, but his hands stay on my hips, keeping me upright. Moving a hand to my back, he pushes down until I lean over and brace my hands on the shower bench.

“Keep your hands there, Isabella. You’re going to need it for what I have planned for you.”

A swarm of butterflies erupt in my core, and I already know it won’t take him long to put me over the edge.

Nicco slides a hand down my spine, and my body breaks out in goose bumps as he makes his way to my ass.

“Mmmm,” Nicco hums out, continuing his descent to the seam of my ass. He pauses over my puckered hole and slowly swirls his finger over it.

I let out a moan and arch my back, pushing my ass into his finger.

“You want me here, Isabella?”

I moan my confirmation.

“Ooh, my sweet Isabella. I haven’t taken this hole of yours in years.” His voice is strained as if he’s realizing he won’t be able to last long if he fucks me in the ass like I want him to, but I don’t care. I need him to take me there like he’s done so many times before. It’s been too damn long.

“Please, Nicco,” I pant. “I need to feel your cock inside of me.” I continue moving my ass up and down so his finger glides across my hole.

“Where do you want to feel it, baby?”

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