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each other as desperation fills me. I need to feel him, I want him so bad I don’t even care about all the other shit around me. My hands move in between us while I fumble for his belt. He shifts his weight to allow me to undo it. I jerk down his zipper, then yank his jeans over his ass.
We’re both panting as he shifts his weight enough for me to grab my leggings, working them down and sliding them off one leg at a time. The tip of his cock sits on my stomach. I can’t wait, I simply need him. So, I yank my panties to the side as I edge him closer to me. He agrees with the quick pace of this as I angle him to my opening.
I need this to be quick, hard, and fast.
Nycto wastes no time thrusting inside of me.
We both moan out loud at the delightful friction it causes. He thrusts deeper, hitting that spot just right, exactly like he knows how to.
I throw my head back. “God, yes,” I moan as he thrusts into me.
Powerfully.
Deeply.
Satisfyingly.
He fills me so perfectly.
It’s like we’re made for each other in every way possible.
My body tingles all over as he kisses my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he forcefully thrusts inside of me. The energy surging through the room is palpable. It’s flowing through us, igniting the room, and I’m burning with the fire it’s producing.
There’s no denying what Nycto and I have is more than just an attraction, our connection isn’t just physical. Sure, it’s part of it, but when we join like this, the bond is solid. I feel it right down to the very essence of me.
He thrusts again, the mattress dipping like a soft sponge as we rock together. My body reacts to Nycto like he’s my lifeline. He drives again, so hard and fast, it sends a shockwave through my very core making my back arch. My fingers clench into his skin. My breathing is rushed and harsh as I try to catch my breath. My skin riddles in a fine mist of sweat as flashing lights dance behind my eyes. He thrusts again, and it’s all I need for him to send me over the sweet edge.
Fireworks explode like the Fourth of July, sending a wave of pleasure over me.
“Nycto… God… yes,” I blurt out as my pussy grips like a vice around his cock.
His muscles tense as he stills, his balls pulling up as his hot cum explodes inside of me. We pant as his body collapses on top of mine. He supports his weight, but only slightly as his head sits in the nook of my shoulder.
“Jesus, Eva, you kill me.” He slowly shifts to lay beside me.
“In a good way, I hope?” I murmur as he wraps his arm over my stomach.
“In the best possible way. Even though there might be trouble brewing, I would do it all again, just to have you here with me.” Nycto leans in gently kissing my shoulder as I slowly close my eyes, relaxing, taking in this moment with him.
I’m unsure what trouble might be heading our way, but if we can stay in this bubble, I sure as hell will welcome it.
Chapter Twenty-Five
NYCTO
One Day Later
Sitting in the Chapel with Voltage, we’re making our way through the club’s accounts. We need cash and fast. With shit happening with Andrés, transporting might not be our steady income in the future, especially if he ever finds out about Eva and Ivy.
We need a new way of making money for the club.
“We have to think of something unique. Something that’s going to bring us in a steady income but isn’t already in the pipeline in Florida.”
Voltage rubs the back of his neck. “We could boost cars. Open a chop shop.”
“We don’t have the space, something smaller. Something we can work to our strengths. None of us are mechanics. Sure, we can find our way around an engine, and Dash is doing his mechanic’s course, but he’s not qualified enough to pull that shit off yet.”
Voltage’s eyes widen. “What if we don’t play to our strengths, but to that of the people who live here?”
“You talkin’ gibberish again, brother?”
“Fucking hear me out. We have a club girl who’s practically a qualified chef. What if she comes up with a bunch of recipes with weed in them? A gourmet munchie that could be sold on the street. Hell, we could even open a