Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
He lets out a little moan, and it’s almost cute. Nico’s awakened some kind of demon in me. He has a grasp on it, but even I don’t know where this path will lead us.
When he pulls my head away, I don’t fight it, even though I already miss his dick. It’s still half hard and oh-so-gorgeous, slick with my saliva.
But as I expect Nico to let me go, he drags me back in until my lips are against his balls. “Kiss them for what they gave you.”
A full-body tremor goes through me, and I do as he asks, cuddling up to his legs, greedy for any affirmation he’s willing to give me. “Thank you,” I say, surprised by the hoarseness of my voice. His sac is so very soft to the touch I can’t help but caress it with my tongue too. He deserves all my attention, and I want to give it to him.
Nico leans down and once again tugs on my hair, so I look up, and he kisses my lips. “Now let’s take care of you,” he whispers and nudges my cock with his knee.
My moan is dull and hungry, but before I can get embarrassed, Nico presses me to the wall, his lips dancing over the sensitive flesh of my neck as I try to rub myself against him, my body desperate for release.
“Won’t be so fast, sweet thing, I want to indulge in you,” he teases and instead of opening my pants, he pushes off my coat, letting it fall to the floor. Then he pulls up my hoodie along with the T-shirt. I’m now glad he got the fire going in the room, but the real heat is inside me anyway.
“But I—” My words are interrupted when he once again rubs my crotch with his knee, and I grab his arms, unable to keep still while the insistent need to come grows ever stronger. The air smells of his cum, our arousal, and I can still see his dick whenever I look down. Maybe the assassin did kill me, because this feels like heaven.
“You what? You don’t want to see more of me while I get you off?” He smirks and knows exactly what he’s doing when he takes off his sweater and shows off.
My mind is trapped between the insistent arousal thrumming in my pants and the need to see all of him, touch him, admire him with my fingers. He’s built like a god among men. A beautiful, wide-shouldered killing machine with veiny forearms I want to lick, and snowflake tattoos trailing down his neck.
“I do, yes. Please,” I beg and shove his pants lower, all the way to the floor. I follow them and, back on my knees, I press my face to Nico’s groin as I clumsily help him out of his clothes and boots. Lust muddles my mind until I can’t establish what steps are still separating me from permission to come, so I lick the softening shaft and squeeze my thighs, trapping my own cock between them.
I imagined him naked too many times to count, but in the warm light, he’s even more magnificent than in my fantasies. There’s something primal in this space. The wood, the fire, his body smelling of lust. His blond hair is in disarray after it’s been under a hat, strands of it out of place, but it only makes him seem more deranged, and I fucking love it. I even love his stupid feet, so big and bare against the floor.
Just as I think about also wanting to be naked, Nico pulls me up. At the same time that he unzips my pants, he dives in for a deep kiss that makes my toes curl.
Needing him close, I twist one of my legs around his and rock my hips, desperate for more touch. I’m already in pieces, and by the time I come, my brain will be in shreds, but I want it to happen. I want to let go and be a useless mess who can barely walk on his own.
“Touch me.”
Nico grins, and I moan when he licks along my top lip, then under it, over my teeth and gums. My stomach clenches with fear when I have an intrusive thought about him wanting to take my teeth, but my idiot dick only throbs harder. As if the idea of him wanting to use parts of me in his crafting was a reason for arousal. Maybe it’s exciting that he’d want to keep me.
But I don’t get to overthink when he pushes down my pants and underwear, sliding his hot palms over my legs.
My face is on fire by the time he scoots down to untie my shoes, because he’s face-level with my cock and I am so hard.
“Oh fuck… I just… what do you want to—” I babble, unsure what I am asking.