Page 101 of Nico

My hand came around, rubbing her clit. “So fucking wet.”

My finger wet with her juices, I went for her darkest, most forbidden hole. Gently, I massaged her wetness into the skin at her back entrance. When she didn’t pull away, I pushed one finger into her. Her pussy clenched around my cock.

“That’s right, Cara Mia,” I crooned.

Her body yielded to me and my finger slid into her as I thrust my cock into her pussy.

“Oh my God, Nico!” she cried. Her breath caught in her throat, and her hand came around, her fingers digging into my ass.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder.”

I reared back, only to slam into her again.

“I’m going to fuck your virgin ass.” Jesus, I was losing my mind.

“Yes, yes,” she panted. I couldn’t wait to take her ass.Soon!

With my cock in her cunt, my one finger in her ass, I slid my other hand down her flat belly and reached for her clit, circling it.

“You feel so fucking good,” I hissed. The white-hot pleasure tingled in my spine, threatening to burst, and I ground my teeth holding back. Her pleasure would always be my priority.

“Come for me,” I commanded. “Now.”

“Nico,” she screamed out and her pussy gripped my cock in a chokehold as she found her pleasure, her eyelids closed and her mouth parted. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I followed her right over the cliff, finding my own release and my cock jerked and spurted into her hot pussy.

Her breathing was ragged, her cheek pressed against the mirror. She was magnificent. I had a feeling she would reach all my limits.

Slowly, I withdrew out of her, watching my cum leak down her legs. Damn, I wanted her pregnant with my babies.

* * *

The momentwe pulled up at Bianca’s place in my black Land Rover, Cassio and Luca came out, pissed off looks on their faces. I expected it.

Oblivious to everything, Bianca fumbled with the door, eager to get to her daughters, but I got to her side faster. I opened the door and she got out, rushing across the lawn.

“Ten minutes, Cara Mia,” I called out after her.

“Yeah, yeah.” She threw me a playful glance. My wife was definitely not a morning person. But after our morning activities, her spirits lifted. We both moaned and groaned through that ordeal. Nothing started off a day better than making your wife happy in every and any way possible.

“Still here?” she asked Cassio and Luca as she passed them by.

“We wanted to see you again,” Luca mumbled, folding his arms in front of him. “Make sure you don’t want us to kill your husband.”

Luca smirked my way, and I gave him a middle finger. Bianca glanced over her shoulder and a soft smile played there.

“No, not today,” she answered, her eyes traveling down my body. “I kind of like him in those jeans.” Then she shook her head, as if trying to shake off her thoughts. “That ass,” she muttered to herself, and I had a feeling she meant to think it, not say it.

Still, I grinned. If I had to, I’d use my body to make her fall in love with me.

Inwardly I groaned.Fucking hell, I’m starting to sound like a chick.

“Ugh, gross,” Luca grumbled. “I don’t want to know what that means.”

When I got dressed, my wife’s mouth parted in shock, her eyes darkening on me. It took all my restraint not to drag her back to bed and fuck her hard. She muttered something about my ass and sins. Regularly, I wore suits, but after her reaction and hungry eyes on me, I’d make a point of wearing jeans more often.

Bianca disappeared into the house, passing Luciano on his way out. He probably wanted to ensure Cassio and I didn’t kill each other.