Page 64 of The Rise of an Heiress

Nico

My brain short circuits I’m so fucking hard. Her perfect, perky ass is on full display as she takes my cock and rides me in reverse. She’s moving up and down slowly, so fucking wet I can feel her arousal dripping down her thighs.

“You like when my cock fills up your tight pussy.”

“Yes,” she answers breathlessly, throwing her head back, her silky black hair cascading down her back. She’s still moving slowly on top of me.

“Show me how much you like it, baby. Fuck my cock like a good little girl.”

“I don’t think you want me to be a good girl,” she says teasingly, keeping her tortuous pace.

I slap her ass. “Then, fuck me like a whore.”

My vision goes blurry, but that is all the encouragement she needs. She leans forward, resting on her hands on the mat, and she pops her ass up and down on my cock, slowly upping her pace. I thrust my hips up to meet hers, and she cries out every time. I’m railing her fast and hard. The sounds of our bodies meeting made my dick harder, if that was even possible. The sight of her ass. God, her ass.

“Fuck, Anya. Keep going. Fuck, you feel amazing.”

I watch as her pussy takes my cock, ass bouncing, making me lose any restraint I had left.

“Oh. My. God. Fuck. Ah. So. Deep. Fuck. Nico,” she whimpers with every thrust.

I’m fucking her so hard and deep, I can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins. She turns her head back toward me, biting her lips, her eyes hooded and completely lost in ecstasy. She makes eye contact with me.

“Vieni dentro di me,”Come inside me, she calls back to me.

I love when she speaks Italian as I fuck her.

“You first, baby,” I say through gritted teeth. She’s trembling, and her thrusts are getting more and more uncoordinated. She’s fucking close.

“Oh god!” she screams out, her pussy clenching my cock tighter, and she rides out her orgasm as I slam into her.

“Fuck, Anya,” I follow shortly after her, releasing inside of her.

It crosses my mind that I wouldn’t be mad if I got her pregnant. She’s on birth control, and call me a caveman, but the image of her carrying my baby turns me on again.

We’re both a pile of panting messes. Once her breathing is under control, she leans forward, leaving just my tip in her pussy as she wiggles her ass letting me watch my semen drip out of her and down my cock. She turns back and looks at me with that smile. Fuck me. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“You look so sexy right now,” I tell her, stroking myself, rubbing my semen in, then massaging her ass with it. She climbs off of me, and we lay on the mats for a moment.

I finally sit up, deciding I’m going to fuck her into oblivion but not when anyone could walk in. We’d risked it this time, but I wasn’t going to take any chances again. No one is seeing her naked.

“Get dressed,” I say to her as I toss her sorry excuse for workout attire toward her. She was trying to kill me.

“I have more plans for you.” I grin at her while I put my own clothes on.

We barely make it to the bedroom door when I take her again from behind on the floor. On the bathroom sink. One more time in the shower against the wall. When we’re done with our sex marathon, we lay in bed in comfortable silence. She lies on my chest, stroking my tattoos with her finger, eyes hooded. I hear her breathing even. She passes out quickly, thoroughly and properly fucked.

Anya

Two weeks of bliss. Exploring each other’s bodies and getting to know each other. Nico thinks he’s this big scary-ass hacker and killer—I mean, he is, don’t get me wrong—but that’s not all he is. Underneath is a thoughtful, protective, loyal, sexy man. I love the way he interacts with his brothers and how he treats Valentina. The way a man treats his staff says a lot about him. Cosima’s a different story. She’s obsessed with him, but I still find it sexy when he tries not to lose his patience. He’d rub his hand over his face, taking in a deep breath, messing up his hair with his jaw flexed. Even angry Nico is still sexy.

Could you love someone after knowing them for a short period? We’re in isolation with no outside factors. Back in New York, Nico’s family are public figures—I was the exact opposite. I avoided any and all attention.

We’re in a bubble. A bubble I didn’t ever want to leave.

We’re having dinner when Dante strolls in late, looking excited as ever. He pauses, standing at the edge of the table while we all stare up at him.

“Come on! Is no one going to ask?” he taunts.

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