This. This is why I love sex so much.
Nothing else in the world exists right now, and since so much of my life has been full of nothing but bullshit, I crave it. I’m fucking addicted to the high. And no one delivers it quite like Nico Cirillo.
I’m pretty sure I actually black out at some point, because when the world comes back to me, my dress is around my waist and the thickness of Nico’s hard cock is pressing against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of more.
“Good,” he states when he finds me looking back at him. “I didn’t want you to miss this.”
Then he slams into me with one powerful thrust, making me lose all sense of everything once more.
He doesn’t pause to give me a chance to adjust to his width. Instead, he just pulls out and slams back inside me, making my foot leave the floor, sending me sliding up the wall.
“Fuck, you never look better than when you’re impaled on my dick, Siren.”
His fingers flex around my throat, although his grip is nowhere as tight as before. And I can’t help feeling that it’s more of a hold of ownership than anything else.
That thought does weird things to my insides that only bring my second release closer to the surface.
“Yes, yes,” I agree because quite honestly, I never feel better than when I’m bouncing on his dick either.
It’s dangerous. Too fucking dangerous, which is how I ended up starring in my own high school porn movie.
Fucking hell.
“Nico, w-we can’t—” I start, attempting to do the right thing.
Anyone could walk in here right now. Brad could walk in.
“Trust me, Siren. I’m not sharing you with anyone tonight.”
“Trust you?” I scream as he thrusts into me again. “You have to be fucking—”
His grip on my throat tightens, cutting off my words.
“It wasn’t a question, Siren. It was a demand,” he growls in my face before smashing his lips to mine and fucking me deeper.
His fingers dig into my arse as he holds me exactly where he wants me, and I lose myself in the mixture of pain and pleasure that saturates my body until I’m exploding around him.
“Fuck,” he barks. “Fuck. FUCK.” And then his cock is jerking inside me, filling me with his seed, marking his territory like a wild fucking animal.
Dropping his head to the crook of my neck, he sinks his teeth into the same patch of skin his thumb was just pressing into. The possessive move sends aftershocks shooting around my body.
“Did you want to piss over me too, really drive your point home?” I hiss as the high of what we’ve just done begins to seep from me.
A deep chuckle spills from his lips as he pulls back and sadly removes himself from my body.
“I don’t think that’s really necessary. We both know the truth.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask as I tug my dress down to cover up my nakedness as the evidence of him being inside me begins to slip down my thighs. “And what’s that?”
“You belong to me.”
An unamused laugh bubbles up my throat.
“Yeah, sure. You keep telling yourself. You can let yourself out,” I say, looking over his shoulder at the exit. “You sure found your way in here okay. My date is probably wondering where I am.”
I move toward one of the cubicles, ready to clean myself up, but I pause when he speaks again.
“Don’t worry, I arranged for him to have some of his own entertainment while you were otherwise engaged. You saw that woman at the bar, right?”