Page 18 of His Queen

“Don’t lie to me.”

Dammit. Sometimes I hate how well he knows me.

I clear my throat, the dildo still secure inside me. “I was just thinking about the night we spent with—”

“Rome?”

“Yeah.”

His hand drops to my breast, his fingers gently teasing my nipple, sending shockwaves through my core, my pussy aching and back arching.

“That was a one-time deal, Mira. I barely made it through it without killing my cousin. I won’t share you again.”

“I know. And I don’t want you to.”

Something flashes in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curving. “You trust me?”

“You know I do.”

“You like having that rubber cock in your pussy?”

“Not as much as I love having your cock inside me.”

“Get up.”

“What?”

“Get up, now.” He grabs my arms and hoists me to my feet, the sex toy slipping out of me.

“Nicoli, what are you—”

“Get on the ball, on your stomach, and slide the rubber dick into you.”

“What?”

“Just do it, Mira.”

I ease down, my stomach on the ball just as he said, moaning as the dildo slides into me—it’s deeper than before—and place my palms securely on the bedroom floor, rocking back and forth, already loving it.

I watch as he grabs a bottle of lube from the drawer. Oh, we’re about to play.

“Bet you appreciate Jean-Luc’s Pilates classes now, don’t you, Mr. Del Rossa?”

“If you want my dick soft and flaccid, say that fucker’s name again.”

I seal my lips.

My abs tighten as I balance myself, and I moan out loud when Nicoli drags a lubed finger up and down my ass, pressing gently against the puckered hole. I spread my thighs farther apart, as much as I can without losing my balance.

“You like it when I tease your ass.”

“Hmm-mmm.”

His fingertip glides against my sensitive folds where the toy enters me, and I’m about to explode with sensation. I’m already panting when he places both hands on my hips, easing them down my outer thighs. “This is a first for me, fucking on an exercise ball,” he starts, and the tip of his cock nudges at my back entrance. “Push your ass out for me, Hummingbird.”

A whimper escapes me when I lift my hips as much as I can, and Nicoli sinks into me with one swift, smooth motion.

“Oh, God,” I breathe, and he hooks his arms around my legs, lifting them. My body is filled to the brim, and I can feel every inch of Nicoli in my ass and the toy in my pussy that’s leaking juices down my thighs.

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