Page 53 of Nicoli

We shouldn’t be doing this, and I shouldn’t want this, but I’m so tired of fighting. Just once I want my thoughts to be silent and my heart to be still. All I want to hear is the swoosh of adrenaline and the heavy breaths Nicoli exhales against my throat.

I want him to touch me and never stop. I need him to kiss me and never let go. But I’m supposed to hate him. I’m supposed not to want him. He hurt me, but my body seems to have forgotten that. This is insanity. It’s madness. But I’ve never been more alive than I am right now. His touch, the way he looks at me, his lips burning mine—it’s fiery chaos and consuming me too fast.

I move rhythmically against him, grinding myself against his thick thigh lodged between my legs, panting heavily with desire.

“You’re making a mess on my thigh, Hummingbird.”

“Just like I made a mess on Paula’s face.”

He moans something harsh against my ear that makes me shudder, and I can’t control the whimpers that escape me.

“I need to feel you, Hummingbird.” His voice is strained, as if he’s holding back and it’s causing him physical pain. “Fuck.”

I clutch his hair tighter between my fingers. “Fucking do it, Nicoli. Here. Now.”

“God, you're killing me right now.” He flexes hard, his cock pressing against my hip, and I move my body from side to side, giving him just enough friction to drive him insane.

“You’re going to make me lose my mind,” he rasps, his lips tense as he tries to control himself.

“Then walk away.”

“I don’t see that happening.”

I pull his hair, yanking his hair back, and he hisses with a wicked grin. “Walking away has always been easy for you.”

His hand encloses my throat, and he squeezes hard, his mouth open as he brushes his lips up and down my cheek, breathing heavily. “You think staying away from you was easy?”

“It sure looked that way.”

“You only saw what I wanted you to see.”

“I know. That’s why you left your bedroom door open while you fucked Paula, remember?”

“I remember wanting to lick your pussy in the goddamn hallway.”

Desire drenches my panties, and he slides his other hand between us, palming my sex underneath my dress, causing me to lean my head back as the sensation rushes over me. “I remember wanting to slip a finger into you, feel your heat from the inside.”

“Nicoli,” I breathe, lifting my arms and settling them against the mirrored wall, his fingers teasing me through my panties.

“I remember going back to my room and making myself come all over my goddamn sheets.”

“God,” I moan as he finds my clit.

“And it wasn’t the first time, either.” He kisses my chin, then drags his tongue along my jaw, his finger increasing the rhythm between my legs, the exquisite pressure building inside me. “Every time I jerked off, it was you I imagined touching. And every time I fucked another woman—” he pulls my panties to the side, sliding a finger into me, causing me to moan out loud “—it was your face I saw, Hummingbird. It was your body writhing against mine, your tits I sucked.” He palms my breast, his finger slipping and out of my pussy while his thumb presses harder on my clit. “It was your cunt I was buried in. It’s always been you, Mirabella. Always.”

The tether snaps, and control explodes into fragments of nothing as I come around his finger, his name escaping my lips with a long, shuddering gasp. My mind, my body, my thoughts are all consumed with a rapture I’ve never experienced before. It’s so intense I can’t stop shaking.

My hips move in desperate circles, wanting to feel every last drop of pleasure that gushes into his palm.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he rasps. “So fucking beautiful.”

Remnants of my orgasm linger, but I’m still hungry. I’m far from sated because I want him inside me. I want to feel his cock stretch me as he drives into me with hard, relentless thrusts, filling me until I can’t stop myself from screaming.

It’s insane, but I want him to hurt me. I want him to be rough and lose control with me.

“I want to fuck you, Hummingbird.”

“Then fuck me.”

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