My entire body is on fire. With pain and pleasure and an intensity I don’t know what to do with.
But now he’s kissing me.
Nero is kissing me.
His lips are warm and demanding. And maybe it’s because I’ve never been kissed, but it feels like he’s claiming me.
This kiss is just as ferocious as everything else about him. His grip in my hair. His hips slamming between my thighs. It feels like ownership.
And I let it all happen. I follow his movements, kissing him back.
I’ve finally let go of my control, only to give it to someone else. And it feels amazing. Wonderful.
When his tongue swipes into my mouth, I taste… oh god, I can taste it. Taste what he’s taken, what I’ve given him. And it makes me feel feral.
“Nero,” I gasp, opening my mouth for him.
The tug on my hair intensifies and the burn on my skull makes my core clench around him.
“Payton.” His hips slam against me. “My Sweet fucking Girl.” He withdraws his cock as he licks into my mouth. “You’re mine now.” He thrusts back into me. “That sweet cherry juice all over my cock made you mine.” His head tilts and he deepens our kiss even more, our teeth clicking together, tongues tangling. “Gonna stay buried in this pussy forever.”
I whimper. My unpracticed hips rolling to meet his. My hands clinging to his broad muscled shoulders.
When my tongue darts out to enter his mouth, he slams into me even harder.
“Let me in,” he growls against my lips.
He’s in, so far in, but I don’t know how to let him in more.
“Come on.” The hand not holding my hair reaches down and grips my leg, yanking it up until my knee is hooked over his forearm, opening me even wider.
“Let me fucking in!” he snaps.
I’m not fighting him. I’m not stopping him. And before I can reply he’s thrusting up, and he’s hitting inside me, deeper than he was before.
The hand in my hair lets go, and his fingers start to massage my scalp. “That’s it. That’s my Sweet Girl. Letting me in so good. So deep.”
“Nero,” I moan.
My body is on fire. Flames filling my veins. Setting me close to combustion.
His hips don’t stop moving, and the arm holding my leg lifts even higher, stretching me wider. The fingers massaging through my hair are a stark contrast, soft and soothing. And it’s all too much.
My breath hiccups, and before I can stop myself, I start crying in earnest. It’s not from pain. And I definitely don’t want him to stop. It’s just the feeling of overwhelming freedom I’ve been craving for so long finally taking over.
“That’s it, Payton.” His words are hot against my ear. “Take me. Feel me.”
“I am.” I choke. “I do.”
His tongue traces across my temple, and I know he’s licking my tears away.
Nero’s thrusts slow, just a little, but his strength is still punishing. Our bodies connect with a brutal collision each time.
“I need you to do one more thing for me, Baby. Give me one more thing.”
“Anything.” I nod my head. “I’ll do anything.”
I can feel his breath against my cheek. “I need to feel this virgin pussy come all over my cock.”
“I—”
He cuts off my rebuttal by pressing his mouth back to mine. The kiss is slower this time. And I focus on the feeling of his lips against mine, the deliberate movements, and I move with him. Opening up for him. Tasting him. And then I feel it, his fingers on my clit.
I didn’t notice him letting go of my leg, but now his hand is between us and it’s…
We groan into each other’s mouths as I clench around him. I’m so close.
“You’re so close,” he moans.
“Y-yes.”
He catches my bottom lip in his teeth, biting down hard enough that I feel it in my nipples.
“Oh god! Nero, I’m almost—”
The hand tangled in my hair flattens against the back of my head and he pulls me to him, supporting his full weight on his elbow.
Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I curl around his body, shoving my face into his neck as his fingers dance over my clit. Strumming me toward a crescendo.
“Say it again,” he growls. “Say my name while you come.”
He thrusts up into me, his cock bottoming out as his fingers pinch my clit, and I explode.
