“Like heaven,” he groans. “Your tight little cunt is fucking heaven on earth.”
I lean in, loving the control I have in this position. Seeing this big, powerful man come undone.
“Then say your prayers,” I coo, arching my back. “Because I haven’t even started yet.”
I work myself up and down on his cock, riding to the tip and back down to the base. And then again, faster.
“Fuck, Princess…” Nero growls again, gripping my thighs tighter. “Just like that, baby.”
He spears up inside me, and I whimper, tossing my head back. The friction of his thick cock is incredible, and everything else fades away. The conflicts in our marriage, the attack last night, the uncertain future.
None of that matters.
I can only care about the feel of his body, and the pleasure that’s driving me closer and closer to my climax. I don’t know how I’ve gotten by for so long without this feeling, the passion that only this man can bring out of me.
“Look at you,” Nero gazes up at me as I ride him. Panting. Groaning. “The most gorgeous goddamn sight in the world. They could come for me right now, and I wouldn’t stop. I’d die with my dick inside you, and fuck, I’d die a happy man.”
SMACK.
I slap him across the face before I can stop myself. “Don’t you dare talk about dying,” I exclaim, my heart pounding. Nero catches my hand with a snarl, eyes flashing.
“My baby wants it rough?”
In an instant, he’s lifted me, spun around, and fucked me deep into the couch.
I scream with pleasure, suddenly beneath him.
“My girl’s got fire in her belly, huh?” He pistons into me again, bracing one hand on the couch back above us, gripping it for purchase as he thrusts into me, harder.
Deeper.
Fuck.
“Yeah, I see it,” Nero growls, gripping my jaw in his other hand. Eyes burning dark. Frenzied with an animal lust. “You love to ride it, bounce those pretty tits for me, but this is what you need to get you there. You need to be owned, to feel my cock drilling so goddamn deep you won’t walk tomorrow without feeling every inch.”
He slams again, a punishing rhythm that makes me sob with ecstasy.
“Say it,” he demands. “Say you need your man giving it to you good.”
“Yes!” I cry, my body jolting with the force of impact every time he thrusts. “Yes, Nero! God, I love it. I love it when you fuck me. Don’t stop!”
“Never,” he growls, grinding up, finding that perfect spot, right there, the one that makes me wail. “Got to give it to my Princess real deep. Because it’s not the goddamn ring on your finger that says you belong to me, it’s the way your pussy holds on tight and won’t let go.”
He angles deep again, pressing my clit and stroking my inner walls all at once. “Mine.”
I come with a howl, his name falling from my lips as my core tightens. I dig my fingernails into his back and hold on for dear life, pleasure shattering through me.
But he doesn’t stop. Nero fucks me through my orgasm, and into the next, pistoning relentlessly with perfect pitch, until I’m sobbing, clawing at him, my body convulsing like never before. It’s too much, too much to take, but he just keeps giving it to me, over and over until he rears up with an animal roar, pulling out of me, and fisting his cock in his hand, spurting his climax down all over my naked body.
Marking his claim.
Oh my God.
I watch in a lusty daze as his face slackens, the hot liquid painting my skin. It’s the sexiest thing, like he’s paying tribute to me. Worshipping me. And I see it in his eyes, the power I have over him.
I did this.
Nero collapses forward with a groan, pulling me into his arms, despite the mess. I lay there against him, sticky and breathless, reeling from another epic orgasm, burying my face in his neck as I slowly come back down to earth.