Chapter 46: Chapter: 46

ANDREA

I was ready to beg him to do something, to do anything before I combust with need. But I stubbornly clamp my mouth shut, his messing with my head turning me into someone I don't know, using my inexperience against me. Please fight this, Andrea.

Nick leisurely dragged his index finger through my wetness and then slowly licked it. I whimper. I couldn't help it.

“You're soaked for me, Andrea. Soaked, pink, and swollen.” He drawled before he bent his dark head and took a swipe with his tongue. I sucked in a shaking breath. He lifted his head, his dark eyes locked with mine, heavy-lidded with lust.

“You taste just as I remembered you. Like fucking ambrosia, delicious.” Then he attacked, there's really no words for it, he savaged my pussy, sucked, licked, grazed, and nibbled, then he tongue fuck me, hard and fast, then slow and deep.

“Please,” I begged, trembling, my determination that I wouldn't beg and would fight this crumpled. Nick was the master of my body, there's no doubt about it.

He didn't even touch my clit, which was throbbing something awful. I was delirious with lust, moaning and begging him. He took his mouth away and added two long fingers to the play. Thrust them in so deep, out then in again and again, it wasn't long until I was almost sobbing.

Just when I thought I was going to come, Nick took his mouth and fingers away.

“No! Please..I need to come.”

“Not yet,” he growled.

I moaned and writhed until the need to orgasm had subsided, only for him to do it again, and again for what felt like eternity.

I was crazed with lust, sobbing for release. My body drenched in sweat, I had even tried to touch myself several times, but Nick had denied me even that. He held my hands while he started licking me again, slowly.

I just needed a little push, and he knew it. I already had the intention to murder if Nick refused to let me come again. He sucked my pussy lips, thrust his tongue inside repeatedly. Until we were back to where we began.

“Come for me, Andrea,”

He ordered the same time he thrust his fingers, rubbing a particular spot that made my eyes roll in the back of my head at the same time he sucked on my clit, hard.

I screamed and thrashed violently, as I came until I saw black. Nick kept licking me. I pushed at his dark head; it was too much, too soon. I was so sensitive.

“Please, no more.”

“You. Are. Mine. Andrea. And. I'm. Not Done. I want you to come for me. Again”

Every word that came out of his mouth was punctuated with a long, slow lick. I trembled, exhausted but so turned on.

The flames in my soul rekindled, only this time it's mixed with pain, pain and pleasure so intense I couldn't separate them. It was too much, but my body nonetheless became even wetter, proving I had no control over it.

It was wild how he could turn my own body against me. If this is how he normally fuck then I would be the first woman who died of too many orgasms. Jules was right, Nicklaus is a sex maniac.

Still holding both my hands, he started it all over again, circling his tongue in my opening, then pistoning his tongue inside, retreating, then in again. It was a prelude of what his cock would do to me.

I twisted, moaned, whimpered, my legs shook, until I was a sobbing, quivering mess, tears ran down my temples as I came for him as he wanted harder than all the times he'd made me cum.

Completely boneless, I watched Nick climb up over me, pull both my legs around his lean waist. His hard cock was sheathed in a condom.

Then he began to thrust his hard, thick length into me, inch by slow inch, even with how wet I was, it was still a tight fit. I clutch at his arms hard, my nails will probably leave a crescent-shaped mark, while I watch him, watch me take him, his eyes on the place where we joined.

He's so gorgeous, with dark eyes, sharp jaws, a strong nose, hard mouth that's soft when he kisses me, and that inky black hair—never had that saying handsome as the devil made so much sense than now.

“So fucking tight, Andrea, this pussy was made for me, mine.”

He kept feeding his cock inside me. He looked strained, and sweat dripped from his face onto my body. When he was half inside, he paused.

His beautiful dark eyes met mine, and he pulled back until only the bulbous head remained inside me. I bit my lip watching him, waiting.

“Can't wait.”

Then he rammed his thick cock hard into me, and seated his cock so fucking deep, it burned. As his cock stretched me, my eyes teared up. He gave me only a few seconds, then he lifted me and turned until I was on top with his cock still inside me.

He showered kisses on my neck and shoulders until I was marginally relaxed, then he stroked both my hands and held them at my lower back.

I suddenly heard a click. I belatedly realized he'd cuffed both my hands at my lower back, which only thrust my breast in his face like an offering.

“What the hell did you go and do that for? Release my hands, now.” He placed his hand around my neck, tightening it a little, not restricting it, more like a warning.

“Mine, Andrea,” he growled, before he claimed my mouth in a hot kiss that completely ruined all my previous kisses.

I felt so full, like my stomach was going to burst, with Nick's cock deeply lodged in my pussy, probably my womb. It was too much; it burns, he's never been this deep before, although this is the third time he's inside me.

The pleasure is very much there; his hard, thick cock is pulsing and twitching inside me, spurring me to writhe above him. I did, trying to ease the ache in the only way I know how.

“Stay still.”