MIRANDA
Tempy peers up from Nero’s shirt she’s claiming as her own when Nero enters me from behind with one swift thrust. She tilts her head and arches a brow, studying me as adeptly as Nero did when he was on his knees, peeling my panties down my thighs.
Only once she is confident my squeak is from pleasure, not pain, does she return her focus to Nero’s shirt.
“Your dog is a perv,” Nero says, his voice husky with lust as he unlatches my bra.
The straps fall to the counter as he weaves his fingers through my locks. The sting when he tugs my head back causes an avalanche of moans, and a handful of secrets, to spill from my mouth.
“Can you blame her? It takes everything I have not to flop out my tongue and drool anytime I see you. So someone who never leaves the house doesn’t stand a chance.”
I feel his laugh as much as I see it. It vibrates down his cock, making me ache, before it settles at my pulsating clit—the same clit that thuds maddeningly when Nero says, “Brace your foot on the drawer handle. I want to take you deep.”
I do as asked before checking, “Here?”
He grunts in approval before he positions me to a more desirable pose. Then he re-enters me.
I’ve never felt small once in my life, but the way Nero towers over me, and how he moves me around without the slightest grunts of frustration, makes me feel small. I’d even go as far as saying tiny.
After giving me a second to acclimate to his size, he withdraws to the tip before he rams back in.
I moan, words above me.
I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that he would be extraordinary in bed, but I had no idea it would be this good. This man is a machine built to give pleasure, and I’m the lucky bitch currently being served a slice of his brilliance.
I mewl when Nero slaps my ass cheek several long minutes later, reddening it, before he says, “Your ass,printsessa… fucking perfection.” I’m blindsided by an unexpected orgasm when he murmurs his wicked thoughts out loud. “I can’t wait to customize it to my cock. It will look so sexy wearing my marks, inside and out.”
Once I’ve finished screaming through a toe-curling climax, my throat feels as raw as the chafe of my nipples from running back and forth over the marble countertop. It isn’t a hurtful pain. More a realization of how much longer sex lasts when you’re doing it for pleasure instead of a chore.
We’ve been fucking like a well-oiled machine for almost an hour. Even with foreplay, that was unheard of with Roy. He got off and then climbed off. Deed done.
The same can’t be said for Nero. Our moves are synchronized and effortless, and our bodies are slicked with an even amount of sweat.
We fuck like we could be together for an eternity, and that the sparks will never diminish.
I could only pray to be so lucky.
As Nero drives me to the brink of ecstasy, his hips thrusting like he heard my negative thoughts, my moans ramp up from breathless to ear-piercing.
In minutes, I’m lost in the throes of lust, not a bad thought to be had.
I love how hard he takes me, and his impressive stamina. I truly believe that our mash-up is as pleasurable for him as it is for me. His grunts announce this, not to mention how thick his cock becomes when I show him my weight hasn’t altered my flexibility.
I balance on my tippy-toes before lifting my right knee onto the kitchen counter, opening myself to him more.
When I peer back at him over my shoulder, the pure delight on his face is almost my undoing. I clamp down hard on his cock as shivers rake my spine.
“There’s my butterfly,” Nero murmurs when our eyes lock and hold while I tremor through signs of an earthshattering climax.
He winks like he knows my confidence thrives under his hooded watch, before he fucks me like a maniac. He pumps into me on repeat, stealing the air from my lungs while the walls of my vagina beg to milk his cock of his cum.
A familiar tightening stretches across my lower stomach when I see his struggle not to come written all over his face.
He likes what he sees as much as I do, and he is never one to hold back on the praise.
“Look at how well you’re taking my cock,printsessa. You have me so hard my cum is going to rocket out of me and fill you up.”
“Oh god,” I pant when his next words make my mind spiral.
