Page 54 of Nicoli

His lips slam onto mine, kissing me so hard it hurts. His hands are all over me all at once, his hips thrusting and body moving—the beat of the music amplifying every touch, every kiss, every drunk thought as we writhe against each other.

“You deserve more than a quick fuck against a nightclub’s wall,” he murmurs between kisses. “Your first time can't be like this.”

“Um, yeah, it’s not my first time.”

His body turns to stone, and he stops abruptly. “What did you say?”

My breathing is a rapid mess. “It’s not my first time.” I add an eyeroll for effect.

“It’s not…your first time?” His eyes are bright and furious as he levels me with a glare. “You’re not a virgin?”

I almost laugh at how taken aback he is. “No, Nicoli. I’m not. Why do you look so surprised?”

His jaw tics, his expression hard. “Who?”

“You don’t know him.”

With a growl and a hiss, he grabs my arm and starts dragging me toward the exit, shoving people out of the way, spilling their drinks, and almost knocking them over.

“Nicoli, stop.”

He doesn’t. He’s a raging hurricane ready to destroy anything in his path. And as we reach the side entrance, he yanks open the door, pulling me behind him, my heels barely touching the sidewalk as he storms toward his car. The air is cold, and a shiver ripples through my bones, faint drops of rain falling on my naked shoulders, my skin soaking it up.

“Nicoli, what are you—”

He pulls me close and presses my front against the side of his Maserati, the steel cold against my stomach. His hands claw at the hem of my dress, bunching it around my waist just as he forces my legs farther apart with his knee. He’s rough, out of control, his breaths fiery exhales of lust that singe my skin. Rain starts pouring down harder, the droplets cool against my heated skin, seeping through the fabric of my dress.

I raise my hips, inviting him to take me right here, right now, in the street where anyone can walk by and see us. But I don’t care. I don’t give a shit if a tour bus full of foreign old people stops across the road to watch. I’m too drunk on him, too invested, and too damn hungry for him.

He hooks a finger into my thong, tearing it off with such force the lace cuts my skin. But I don’t feel pain. All I feel is the throbbing ache of my empty sex, drenched and begging to be fucked and used by a man I’ve desired for so long. It feels like a dream, a vivid fantasy I’ve conjured up in the middle of the night. God, I hope I don’t wake up.

He reaches inside his pants, and I can’t stop myself from moving my hips, pushing it outward when he drags the tip of his cock down the slit of my ass. “Nicoli, please fuck me.” I’m desperate and don’t care if my dignity lies in tatters next to my broken body once he’s done. All I care about is the here and now.

His dick nudges at my entrance, my insides electrified with anticipation. “At least this won’t hurt,” he murmurs. “Much.”

He plunges into me hard, and I cry out, raindrops lapping down my lips. Nicoli buries his face in the back of my neck, his hot breath coating my skin in fiery bursts. I reach for him over my shoulder, bracing myself for his onslaught, my hair clinging to my wet cheeks. He doesn’t give my body time to adjust around him, rears back, and plunges back in deep, the pleasure so intense I can’t take a breath. But it’s exquisite, the feel of his thick girth and hard length inside me, and I’m already addicted. I want more. So much more.

His body pins me against the car as he thrusts faster and harder, each plunge more ferocious than the last. My moans reach a higher pitch every time he sinks into me, hitting against my core. His grunts are messy cries laced with pleasure, both of us possessed and consumed by a haze of lust and a desperation for release. It’s as if years of pent-up desire finally exploded, and there’s no stopping it. No controlling it. We’re lost, and I don’t want to be found. I want to stay here forever while Nicoli fucks me in the rain, claiming me and losing control.

“Faster,” I demand, and he snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me hard against his body so he sinks in deeper.

“Come on my cock, baby girl,” he demands with breathless gasps. “I want you all over me.”

My whimpers and moans shoot up to the fucking stars, and now I’m moving, too, meeting his erratic thrusts as the pressure climbs, building until everything inside me erupts.

“Oh, God, Nicoli.”

His hand grips my hair and pulls my head back. “I’m going to pump my cum so deep inside you, it’ll be like there’s been no one before me.”

“I'm…I’m going to come.”

He reaches around my neck and plants his palm over my mouth. My lips are agape and eyes closed as I throw my head back, coming so hard my legs tremble and body shakes. A rush of euphoria grips every muscle tight, my blood singing with pleasure.

His groans fill my ears, his hips moving in strong, tight jerks, his cock pulsing against my inner walls as he comes inside me. Time is frozen, and the world no longer turns. We’re both soaked, the rain pelting down, our hot breaths forming mist that disappears into the night.

“Fuck. What are you doing to me, Hummingbird?”

My heart constricts. “I love it when you call me that.”

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