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(And she had many. She’d been married to a selfish lover with a micro penis. What choice did she have?)
The cries she let out were borderline embarrassing, but he said, “Louder, fiorellino. I want everyone in this house to hear you come for me.”
And just to make sure she had no choice but to comply, that’s when he slid first one, then a second thick finger inside her and hit her G-spot with a level of accuracy that boggled her mind, curled her toes, and made her scream his name so loud she’d probably never be able to look Enzo and Van in the eye again. Not to mention Mrs. Sandoval, the housekeeper who lived in the servant’s suite downstairs and made sure there were always fresh oatmeal cookies in the house.
He lifted his eyes to hers, his tongue and fingers never stopping. The heat in that gaze conveyed the message his mouth was too full to deliver.
Come now…
She did too. Because feeling what he was doing to her was brutal pleasure, but seeing it?
Unfathomable.
She came with a pained, keening cry, back arching, abs contracting, hands fisting the sheets beneath her helplessly, sweat beading over her skin. The orgasm lasted longer than any she’d ever had, the tremors wracking her mercilessly.
And when she finally went quiet, body limp, he lifted up and braced himself above her, looking down at her with an expression that could only be described as predatory.
He looked like a devil.
That’s when she knew there was no coming back from this moment. Everything between them was about to change.
And she couldn’t wait.
Chapter 23
Nico stood up and got naked faster than he’d ever gotten naked in his life, knowing that if he died right now, he’d die happy.
Making River come, tasting her and teasing her to make her cry out his name and fall apart in his arms was powerful. Addictive.
And now that he’d been relieved of the notion that being with him would somehow taint or tarnish her, he felt…free. She accepted him for who and what he was without judgement, which meant he no longer had to hide the dirty fantasies he’d had about her.
It was time to live them.
But as he stared down at her perfect, tight little body, he had no idea where to start. Running one hand idly over his cock, he contemplated his next move. At least a dozen positions came to mind. Hell, maybe he should grab a copy of the Kama Sutra just to make sure he didn’t miss any.
She didn’t give him a chance.
River shocked the hell out of him by sitting up, slithering down to the edge of the bed, grabbing his hips, and yanking him toward her.
Fuuuccckkk.
Had there ever been a more erotic sight than this woman, locking eyes on his as she wrapped her lush lips around his cock and sucked him into the back of her throat? Jesus, he didn’t think so.
He slid his hands into her hair. “You’re fucking killing me,” he choked out, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked harder.
She let out a pleased hum that tightened his balls. She was enjoying the control she had over him. Who knew his fiorellino was such a temptress?
But as much as he’d love to let her have her way with him, he had to stop her. He was not going to come in her mouth, and sadly, he was very quickly losing the ability to stop that from happening. He gave her hair a gentle tug, forcing her to let go.
Her lips were shiny, wet, and plump as she blinked up at him. “Condom?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I’m on birth control. No health issues either.”
“I’m also healthy, and I’ve been celibate so long I’m practically a monk by now.”
She raised a brow at him. “I doubt monks can do what you just did with your tongue.”
God, he loved her sass. “Well, if that impressed you, wait until you see what I can do with my cock.”
