Page 41 of Nitro

“I want you naked,” he growls.

“Then come take this off.”

He takes a step toward the bed and then stops. His eyebrows draw together as he curses under his breath. For a moment, he looks like he’s at war with himself, but then it passes. He lays me back on the bed. Since he’s standing right beside me, I’ve got a great view of the bulge in his pants. That piercing fascinates the hell out of me. I want to see it again, so I reach for his zipper.

“Whoa.” He grabs my hands and pins them over my head. “Don’t move unless you want a spanking.”

“A spanking?” I’ve heard people do that in bed, but no one’s ever done it to me. I’m curious about what it might feel like. It sounds so naughty.

“Never mind.” His gaze darkens as it sweeps across my body.

“If I’m a bad girl, will I get spanked?” I ask coyly.

“Oh, yeah.”

“I’ve never tried that before,” I confess.

“Well, that’s not happening right now.”

“Why not?”

“You haven’t been bad enough.” His wicked smile melts my pussy. I’m suddenly sopping wet and so ready for whatever he wants to do to me.

“What do I need to do to get punished?”

“Doesn’t matter because I’m not spanking you.”

“No?” I frown.

“No.”

“Then what are you going to do?” I ask, trying to entice him to do something, anything. I’m so hot for him that I want whatever he’s willing to give me. Hopefully it’s his huge cock.

“I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah.” He crawls onto the bed and settles himself between my thighs.

“Then what?” I give him a provocative smirk.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he grabs the g-string, which barely covers my pussy, and rips it off.

“We just bought that!”

“I’ll buy you another one.”

Before I can protest, he brushes his beard across my wet center. It’s glistening by the time he’s done marking himself. He reminds me of a wild animal, untamable and determined to hunt his prey. I’m his prey, and he’s going to eat me up.

“Fuck!” I whimper as his mouth closes over me.

“Mm.”

He licks and sucks and searches for all the secret places that drive me crazy. He even slides down farther than he ever did before to lick my ass. I’m shocked and clench up, but he doesn’t slow down. He’s consuming every inch of me with no regard for what’s considered normal. Although maybe my ideaof conventional sex is wrong. Either way, I like this so much better.

As soon as he’s had enough of devouring my backside, he uses his teeth to nip the flesh before returning to my aching pussy. I’m putty in his hands. Sensations I’ve never experienced awaken parts of me I didn’t know I had. Little twangs and twitches become tense threads of desire. A throbbing need builds from deep within me. He knows exactly how to push me harder, lapping at my juices and whirling his tongue around my clit.

I grip the sheets, but it’s not enough to tether me to the bed. I’m caught between trying to stay grounded and being sucked into an ethereal world of pleasure. Even if I wanted to fight it, I couldn’t. There’s nothing I can do but fall into ecstasy. It’s a slow, luxurious descent. Waves of exquisite release roll over me. Uncontrollable moans spill from my lips. I’m so lost in my passionate release that I don’t realize he stopped until much, much later.