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His tongue is devilish in its exploration. He delves deep inside me before pulling back to lick up one side and down the other. My grip on his hair tightens. His responsive snarl is so fucking sexy I’m ready to break all my ribs just to get him inside me. I try to pull at his shoulders to get him to move up, but he stays between my thighs. He wraps his big, muscular hands around my legs and locks me in place. Even if I wanted to move, I couldn’t.

A loud moan spills from my lips. Embarrassed, I clamp my palm over my mouth. The last thing I need is for everyone in the house to hear me screaming with pleasure. Although maybe that would put Crystal in her place. If she knows I’m sleeping with Nitro, maybe she’ll finally leave him alone.

I move my hand away and slowly let the sounds building in my chest break free. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s intoxicating. It’s a revelation. Is this how good sex can be? Jeff never went down on me like this. Never. I had one boyfriend before him that made a feeble attempt, but compared to him, Nitro’s god-like in his ability to make my body sing.

“Oh, fuck!” I grab a pillow and pull it over my face to block my screams.

“Nope.” Nitro grabs it and throws it across the room. “Let them hear. Then they’ll know you’re mine.”

“I can’t. Oh my God. It’s too—oh, shit!”

His lips curl up and around my clit. My brain melts and thought becomes impossible. All I can do is surrender to the savage lashing he’s giving me with his tongue.

“When you come, I want you screaming my name,” he growls.

“Oh!” That’s all I can manage because he puts his mouth on me once more. Suddenly, I’m lost in a vortex of sensation. Tension builds and builds until I’m sure I’m going to shatter into a million pieces.

And then everything explodes. My body clenches so hard I cry out. A storm of pleasure and pain breaks over me. Huge, wracking waves of release flow through my muscles, tightening then relaxing over and over until I’m sure I’m going to black out. I’m jerking against his mouth, desperately riding each crest of pleasure, indulging in such sweet surrender that I doubt I’ll ever experience anything like this again.

When I finally come back to earth, he’s gazing up at me with a sexy little smirk. “Well?”

“Fuck,” I whimper.

“I would, but I don’t want to tear you apart.” He pushes off the bed. “Shower time.”

Lifting my head to watch him walk away takes every last ounce of energy. I don’t lay back down until his perfect ass disappears into the bathroom. Then I collapse. A huge grin spreads across my face. A giggle bubbles out of me, and then I start laughing. I can’t believe that just happened. Oh, God, and it was so damn good.

I must have drifted off because when I wake up, Nitro’s in bed beside me. He’s curled around me, holding me in a warm embrace. His slow, even breath lifts the hair on the back of my neck. A shiver of desire shimmies through me. I want him again. All of him. But for now, I’ll have to wait.

My ribs hurt like hell. He was right about not having sex. Even laying there while he worshipped my pussy was enough to make every ache and pain ten times worse. Hopefully, by morning, I won’t hurt every time I take a breath.

“Worth it,” I whisper.

I snuggle against him, but sleep doesn’t come. When we dropped off the divorce papers, the clerk told me they’d notify Jeff. I don’t know if he’s been home yet or if he went back to work, but regardless, the divorce is happening. I’m accepting the end of my marriage more and more. Being in bed with Nitro feels naughty, but it also feels like I deserve this brief bit of pleasure. After everything I’ve been through, why should I feel guilty for being with someone who treats me as well as Nitro? If Jeff had cared about me even a little bit, we could have worked things out. He didn’t, so it’s over. Maybe not officially yet, but soon. Then I’ll be able to move on for good.

Chapter 11: Nitro

I wake up to two problems: One, Holly’s naked ass is poking out from under the sheets, and all I can think about is stuffing my cock into that tight little hole. And two, my dick is so hard I’m sure Medusa visited me sometime during the night. My cock may as well be a pillar of stone because I’m sure I could cut diamonds with it. There’s no way I’m going to be able to go shopping like this. I hate going to stores as it is. Walking around with a hard-on will only make it suck even more.

The temptation to wrap my hand around my cock and jerk off on her perky little ass is almost impossible to resist. But if she wakes up and finds me coming all over her, she’s going to be freaked out, and rightfully so. Only a fucking perverted creep would do something like that. Then again, at least she’d finally understand who I really am.

The debate rages on for a full sixty seconds before I decide I’m not ready to reveal my true nature to her yet. I’m enjoying our time together. I don’t want to fuck it up. Not yet, anyway. Eventually she’ll learn the truth, but until then, we can have fun together.

Since there’s only one possible option for dealing with my dick, I silently slip out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I keep the door cracked enough so I can keep an eye on her ass—literally. It’s so big and round and fluffy. It jiggles when shewalks, and just one look is enough to make me want to come in my pants. I don’t think she has any idea how sexy she really is.

My hand wraps around my swollen cock. I pull the head between my forefinger and thumb before sliding down past my piercing toward my shaft. I stroke up and down while remembering her moans last night. She was wild and open. She didn’t hold back, even after she realized everyone could hear her on the other side of the house. Although she suffered through her shyness for a minute or two, she got over it. She’s brave. I’ll give her that. Hell, maybe she’ll be able to handle me after all.

On the bed, she rolls slightly, pushing her ass to one side, giving me a peek at the little pink slit between her thighs. She tastes like salted honey. Perfection. I could have licked her all night, but she needed rest. I have half a mind to go out there so I can snack on her again and again until she’s begging me to stop. I want her crying out my name. I want her pleading for more. I want that woman so damn much.

My dick twitches, and precum leaks from the tip. I swirl it over my blazing skin and use it as lube. My fist moves faster, pulling and tugging while I picture her mouth wrapped around me. I wonder if she can deepthroat. I don’t know if she’s ever tried. Hell, I don’t really want to know about her sexual past. I’d rather not have that shit in my head. So maybe she doesn’t need to know about mine either.

Dark images pop into my mind, but I quickly push them away. It has taken me years not to feel extremely guilty when I feel sexual pleasure. Sometimes, in my weaker moments, I fall back into the abyss of shame. I hate the war that rages inside me when I can’t keep the flashbacks at bay. The abuse … it wasn’t all pain. Sometimes, there was pleasure too. Part of me still hates my traitorous body for succumbing to the lust those predators provoked. I read some shit about how that could happen tosomeone being hurt. Apparently it’s normal, but it didn’t feel that way while it was happening.

I shake my head to clear it. I’m not going back there. Not right now. Not when I have the most perfect woman in my bed. I need to think about her, not them. Fuck, why is my head such a goddamn mess all the time?

“Nitro?”

“Oh shit.” I try to close the bathroom door, but she’s already at it, looking down at my hard cock.

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