Page 23 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

NICO

The gush of wetness from Quinn as she comes for me is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, and I lap it up like I’m starving, like I don’t want to miss one drop of that sweet honey on my tongue.

Quinn trembles as it keeps going, her body wracked with the aftershocks of pleasure, and I lick her through all of that, keeping her on the edge of overstimulation just to listen to the sounds she makes.

I’ve gotten plenty of women off before, but never a woman as stubborn and fierce and frustrating as this one.

There’s a true feeling of accomplishment from getting her to come undone for me, and it’s like a drug, heady and intoxicating.

I can still feel the sting from where she cut me, a small flash of heat along my stomach, and it only makes me harder. My cock is leaking precum as I finally come up for air, lifting my head away from her pussy.

I lick my lips, gazing down at her.

“ Hai il sapore del più dolce degli errori ,” I say in Italian, the words falling from my lips unconsciously.

She just stares up at me, her chest heaving as she tries to get her breath back. Her gaze darts to the doorway, and I furrow my brows as I follow her focus, glancing over my shoulder.

The door is closed, but it wouldn’t surprise me if one of my brothers came to check on us. To make sure the noise wasn’t from Quinn trying to kill me in the night.

The thought of it makes me grin, my cock pulsing.

I definitely don’t mind the idea of one of them having seen what I was doing to her.

It wouldn’t be the first time one of them walked in on me with a woman, and the thought that Quinn was so loud that she woke them up makes my smile widen.

It sends a sort of primal urge rising in me, pride mixing with the need to make her do it again.

To fuck her until she screams so loud that the whole neighborhood hears her.

She’s still coming down, seeming a little dazed, and I lean over her, watching her gorgeous breasts move as her chest rises and falls. My gaze lands on the tattoo I put on her chest, still fresh and pink around the edges, the symbol that we’re together in this now.

Her eyes are bright in the darkness as I shift my gaze up to meet them. “There,” I say. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Anger flashes in those gray eyes immediately, and I know she’s not going to take losing our little battle of wills very well.

But that’s what I want. I want her fired up.

I want her mad. I want that passion to spill over and blend into this, want to feel her dig her nails into my back until she draws blood from me for the second time tonight.

“Fuck you,” she spits, but there’s a rasp to her voice that wasn’t there before. She sounds wrecked, and it just makes me want to wreck her even more.

My cock is so hard it hurts, and I shove my pants down and out of the way, freeing my shaft to spring up. Precum wells at the head and spills down the length, proof of how fucking turned on I am.

Quinn glances down between us as I grip my shaft with one hand, and her eyes widen a fraction. Just enough for me to notice.

“What is it, mia cara?” I ask, stroking myself once.

“Nothing.” She shakes her head, looking away. But then her gaze snaps back to my dick like she can’t help herself. “It’s just… Jesus. What is that thing, nine inches?”

I smirk as I lower my hips, letting my cock slide between her slick folds but not pressing inside. “Eleven, actually. Why? Are you scared it won’t fit? I promise you, it will.”

Her lips press together like she’s annoyed, but she shivers beneath me, her thighs tensing as I graze her clit with the length of my shaft.

It feels fucking incredible. Her heat, her wetness, it’s all so fucking good.

My cock aches with the need to be buried inside her, but I don’t give in. Not yet.

Quinn’s eyelids droop with pleasure, and even though she’s clenching her jaw, her hips are working, grinding her sweet pussy against my cock.

“You have no idea how good you feel,” I groan, licking my lips. “Fuck, Quinn.”

“Shut up,” she says, but it comes out half slurred, half moaned. She writhes a little on the bed, and I can tell she’s getting turned on all over again.

I keep that up for a while, just grinding my cock against her, working myself up as much as Quinn, to be honest. My breath comes in shallow pants, and the precum spilling from my tip mixes and mingles with her wetness into a slick mess that smears over our skin.

I hook her legs under the knees and spread her legs wider, giving myself more access to her, sliding my cock along the length of her slit.

“Nico!” she gasps, her head tipping back. “Fuck.”

A hoarse laugh escapes me. “Oh, don’t worry, mia cara. That part is coming.”

I can feel her getting needy and desperate again, just the way I like her. Her pussy is hot, burning with the same arousal I can see all over her face, and I can’t hold out much longer. Not when I want to fuck her this badly.

“Get a condom,” she says.

That makes me go still. My cock is right at her entrance, and I can feel how soft and warm and wet she is. How tempting.

“Are you clean?” I ask.

“Yes. And I’m on the pill.”

“Then I’m not getting a condom. I’m clean too, and there’s no goddamn way I’m fucking my wife on our wedding night with anything between us.”

“You—”

I cut her off, shaking my head, pressing my cock harder against the plush opening of her pussy. “No. I want to take you bare. I want to see my cum dripping out of this pretty pussy after I destroy it. After I show you who it belongs to.”

She swallows, her throat working as she groans. “What are you, a fucking animal?”

I just smirk, ignoring that insult. I can read her body language, and the way that her pussy is pulsing right now.

She arches into me, and I know she gets off on this.

That she likes it. There’s something in her that responds to this primal, animalistic rawness, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

“Let me show you what I am,” I murmur, then push her knees up to her chest, leaning over her, bracing them with my torso.

I start to press inside her, and she whimpers so sweetly for me, panting through it.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I groan. “Jesus fuck.”

I’m big, no doubt about that, and even though I promised her I’d fit, her tight little pussy struggles to take me. I have to ease in, inch by inch, working myself into her with shallow thrusts that go deeper each time.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers, trembling and curling her fingers into the sheets. “Oh my god.”

“Look at you. Taking me so good. You’ve only got about half of me now,” I tell her.

“And you’re already so full. Imagine how fucking stuffed you’re gonna be when I’m all the way in.

Imagine how deep my cock will be inside you.

You won’t be able to feel anything else. Nothing else is gonna matter to you.”

Quinn whines as I shove forward another couple inches, and I look down along our bodies, watching as her perfect pink hole stretches around me. It’s a fucking intoxicating sight, and I’m lost in it, drugged by her and drawn to her.

The fucking house could burn down right here and now and nothing would make me want to pull out or stop.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, grinding forward a little more. The heat of pleasure simmers in my veins, and each bit deeper I press into her makes those flames roar higher.

She licks her lips and nods, her eyes wide as she stares up at me. “Yes.”

I grin savagely at her. “I’m glad. That’s what I wanted to hear, mia cara. I want to know that you’ll feel me tomorrow. When you sit down, when you walk, when you get up. I want you to remember this and not be able to forget it.”

“A-arrogant,” she chokes out, but there’s no bite it. Just desperate, overwhelming need.

The last of my control snaps in that moment, and I bury the last couple inches of my cock inside her in one smooth motion. She’s wet and worked up enough that I’m able to fully bottom out, but the stretch of it still has her crying out in shocked pleasure.

I get all the way in just to drag myself back out a bit, marveling at the way her body tries to cling to mine. Her pussy grips my cock, like it doesn’t want me to go, like it wants to milk all the pleasure it can from me, and I groan before driving my cock right back in.

It’s a hard pace, deep and intense, and I don’t let up for a second.

I watch Quinn’s face as I move, bracing myself above her.

It’s so fucking beautiful as different emotions play out across her features.

There’s stubbornness there still, like she’s trying to fight this even now, trying not to give in to how good it feels.

But then there are flashes of pure pleasure, the little moments when she lets herself go.

Her eyes are clouded and hazy, and her lips part as she sucks in deep breaths.

My hips snap forward again and again, the sound echoing around us, filthy and loud.

“That’s it,” I grunt. “Feel it. Feel how fucking good it is. How well you take me. You know you want to let go for me.”

She shakes her head, but the moan that spills out of her gives it away.

I grind my hips in deeper, working myself into her before pulling back again. I can feel my own pleasure rising, the intensity of it pulling at me, wanting to send me over the edge as well.

“Come on,” I coax her, my words broken up by each thrust. “Give in. Come for me.”

She whines softly, and I know she’s losing the fight. I can see it all over her face and feel it in the way her pussy clenches and spasms around me. She goes impossibly tighter, and I groan at the way that feels.

It’s a struggle to keep pumping into her, but I do it, giving her all of it, giving her everything.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Come for me. Fucking do it , mia cara.”