Chapter 142
Nico
My dick is already getting the full-on memo as it begins to push against my zipper. Uncomfortable much.
“Let me check I have locked the door,” I tell her as I catch glimpses of her fluffing up the multiple pillows stacked on the bed and then she manages to knock her mobile - to the ground I assume since everything goes dark. I laugh, typical Lucky. She can be accident prone at times.
“Sorry, back with you. I dropped the phone,” she sounds slightly out of breath.
“Okay get yourself comfortable sweetheart, whilst I check the door then I will be back with you.”
I go over to the door and check, yes, it is locked. Before I go back to the sofa I head to my office bar and pour myself a nice two fingers of the finest Macallan you can buy. Only the best for my tastebuds. Not that I am much of a drinker, but it does feel good when it hits that sweet spot after the burn in your throat.
I carry the glass with my two fingers and my thumb to the table and set it down, then make myself comfortable on the sofa. I sling one arm across the back; my hand trailing forward and spread my legs wide for maximum comfort for my balls and my cock.
I can see Lucky laying back against the pillows and her mobile directly in front of her, hands free. She must be using her mobile stand that she uses when she does her videos on a frequent basis. Not that I have any idea what she does with those since Lucky, thankfully is not across social media.
“Can you see me?” she asks as she licks her lower lip, making my dick try to nudge in my pants. He’s going to have to wait until I get back to my penthouse to jerk myself off. Tonight, is all about watching Lucky pleasure herself.
Am I tormenting myself? Of course.
“Take that slip down to your waist, Princess,” I tell her as I lean forward for my glass of Macallan and take a long sip from it, my brooding eyes never leaving the screen. Damn she is the perfect vision with her dark hair cascading down around her and over her shoulders.
I watch absolutely mesmerized as Lucky uses her fingers to move the fine straps of her black slip down. She teases me deliberately as she moves it down inch by inch.
“You are beautiful, Lucky. The most beautiful woman alive. Get those tits out so I can see them and imagine my warm, wet mouth is wrapped firmly around your nipple, sucking, biting, licking.”
She lets out a groan and allows the slip to slide down exposing the creamy orbs of her breasts. Her nipples appear like pebbles, all pink, taut and sticking out. My mouth feels as if it is watering, remembering how good they are when I suck on them hearing her murmur underneath me.
Damn, what I wouldn’t give to be in that bed with her back in Atlanta.
“If I were there, I’d run my fingers down your stomach until I feel how wet you are for me. Tell me, are you wet for me sweetheart?”
“Yes, so wet, Nico. I need you.” I know she does. Ever since she got back, when we have managed to be together, we have spent nearly every moment fucking each other and showing one another how our bodies mold together in unison forming the perfect pairing.
There will never be another woman in the world for me. Lucky has ruined me for any other female out there.
“Slide your fingers inside your aching pussy for me, Princess. Show Nico what you like,” I tell her as she does as she is told. She bunches the bottom of her slip up so I can see her delve her fingers into her cunt.
“No panties?” I say with thick emotion and a throbbing cock and blue balls.
She giggles, “I was going to surprise you but you took the lead, Santangelo.” Her eyes are already hooded, if I know my woman – she is almost on the brink. A little phone sex will give her that kink that she loves.
“My cock is rigid for you, Princess. Imagine you are straddling my lap and impaling yourself with my cock. Riding it nice and hard, grinding down to get your needy clit off.”
She lets out an audible moan as her fingers pump freely in and out of her pussy. The sight is enough to make me almost ejaculate in my pants. Not something I’ve done since puberty. But fuck me, the sight of Lucky, the woman I am going to marry pleasuring herself, almost totally unravels me.
If anyone in this world could bring me down, she’s laying there on the bed with her legs spread wide open, trusting me implicitly with her fingers moving in and out of her glistening cunt.
Lucky Gianluca is the only person on this planet that could be my downfall.