in a cage starving, staring at a feast just outside. I’d unlocked the door, and neither of us was holding back. He held me so tight I was sure I’d have bruises in the morning, and I looked forward to each one.
He pulled back, and I kissed down his neck, my world turning when he shifted and walked to where we lounged earlier. Cool air caressed the curve of my ass where my dress rode up, and a chill worked its way up my spine when he sat me on the cold surface of one of the tables.
An attendant appeared, and without taking his eyes off me, Nico ordered him to leave.
“Get the fuck out of here, and no one appears until I call for them.”
“Yes, sir,” the attendant responded, like a grumbling man and half-naked woman on a table were nothing new.
As soon as we were alone again, we collided.
His hands were everywhere, up and down my sides, squeezing my ass to push his groin into mine. Gripping my thighs to pull them tight around his waist, holding on like I’d slip away any moment. On my breasts, grazing my nipples on taunting passes and hard pinches.
My hands moved just as frantically, desperate to feel him. He’d walked around every hotel room naked, his golden body hard like Adonis, and my hands shook with the need to touch him. I fumbled with the buttons, eventually giving up and tugging the shirt open, baring the hair on his sculpted chest, not stopping until I could see each ripple of his abs.
He tugged at the neck of my dress, biting my collarbone, growling like an animal when he couldn’t reach far enough down my dress, repaying the favor and ripping the soft sweater material straight down the front.
I didn’t even flinch; instead, I arched my chest up, my body begging him to take me. His hand wrapped around my back and hoisted me high, latching onto my nipple through the thin bra. My cry of pain and pleasure echoed in the night sky, uncaring if anyone could hear. I held him to me, mussing up his hair, whimpering, and doing my best to grind my core against the hard length tenting his pants.
His free hand played at my thighs, tugging my panties aside to gently graze through my slick folds.
“Fuck me. I missed this pussy.”
Another pass, and my frustration grew. We’d waited long enough, and I wanted now, now, now.
Shoving him back, I slid from the table, tearing at his pants to free his cock.
“Verana…”
“You’ve tasted me, now let me taste you.”
He groaned as his length slipped free into my waiting palm. Looking up, I slicked my tongue along the underside, placing gentle kisses against the slit. Holding his girth in my hand, I stared at it, the length and thickness intimidating. His fingers snaked into my hair and yanked me back to look up. With the glittering lights from the deck, the only illumination, he stared down at me like the devil, and I gladly knelt at his feet.
“Suck it.”
“It’s big,” I said, wanting to fight him because it was all we’d ever done.
He smirked. “I know. Now open those pouty lips and suck my dick like a good girl.”
My pussy flooded at his words, and I blushed at being so turned on by his graphic dirty talk. But I did as told, wanting to make him as desperate as me. Opening my mouth as wide as I could and still holding his stare, I sank down his length. He stretched my jaw and prodded at the back of my throat. I swirled my tongue on the underside and sucked my way back up, flicking at the slit again.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s it.”
I continued to bob up and down, losing myself in the motion, enjoying the ache in my jaw, the sting of tears when he pushed too far.
“Do you know how many times I’ve jacked off to the thought of filling your mouth? How many times I’ve come to the thought of you choking on my cum as it spills from your pink lips?”
I struggled to shake my head.
“Almost every morning. I alternate between all the ways I want to watch you take my cum. Over and over again. I’m going to mark you, Verana. I’ll fill you with all I have, come where I want on you. I’ll make you mine.”
I should have been offended. The words were exactly what had me pushing back so hard before, making me