Chapter 263: Surrendered to You

POV Raica:

I revel in the divine sensation of orgasm, I bow my head; the view is pure sex appeal.

Nicholas, naked, masturbating with quick movements, his head thrown back, hoarse noises spat from his mouth, then he shoots one of those lascivious, libertine looks at me, as if he were going to devour me whole.

"Come on, let's go to the bedroom…" He throws me over his shoulder, passes through the adjoining kitchen, where he grabs a jar I recognize as coconut oil.

My. God. Beloved.

What does he intend to do with that?

He then places me carefully on the blue sheets; the room is all in rustic blue tones, it reminds me a lot of his oceanic eyes.

"Get on all fours for me, baby," he commands with a raspiness in his voice that is absurdly maddening.

I obey, moan, scream, when a stinging slap smacks my ass and his spit drips on my anus. He penetrates my pussy sometimes with his mouth, sometimes with his fingers — many fingers — alternating between the honeyed slit and the other hole. I can hardly think for all the moaning.

"Bella…" He whispers in my ear, making every hair on my body stand on end. He grabs my hair and pulls me toward him. "I'm going to eat that tasty ass. Have you had anal before?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Don't worry, we have natural lubricant. I won't hurt you."

Is that what the coconut oil is for?

He fondles my ass with relish and slaps hard; I arch my spine feeling the sting burning the area.

"Eat me already, please…" I beg, my body clamoring to be invaded, the arousal igniting every millimeter of my skin.

Nicholas teases, lands another slap, then steps back half a meter, sheaths his member and picks up the bottle.

"One second, tasty…" He leaves the room; the silence — or the anxiety — makes my chest race uncomfortably.

What the hell is he doing?

After a few seconds, I think, he returns. The burning eye contact is our means of communication. He reclines my spine and parts the cheeks of my rear; warm drops of oil splash my anus. The viscous liquid isn't heated enough to burn, but it deliciously produces a different kind of heat.

"Is it good?"

"Yes," I answer.

He teases the area, increasing the fervent sensation that doesn't burn, it just warms. Without prior warning, he rubs the head of his erection and slowly pushes it into my anus. Fuck! I gasp, because the cock is huge as hell.

What was I thinking when I agreed to give him my ass?

"Everything okay, beautiful?" he worries.

"Yes, keep going."

The bastard doesn't stop, not even to let me breathe; under his command his hands sink into my flesh, one hand on each side, his pelvis burying, tearing my backside.

"Fuck, you want to kill me…" he growls hoarsely through his teeth. My ring widens and he takes it all in. I feel every centimeter of his member inside me. Fucking hell! Pain and pleasure mingle. "Raica, baby. I'm all in this tasty ass."

He slaps my butt again. I can barely utter a word, I dig my nails into the sheets as my hips move back and forth at his imposed rhythm. The oil not only facilitates penetration but warms, creating an exciting sensation.

"Touch yourself…" he asks while fucking, fucking, fucking. He drives hard. He grinds my ass. I slide my hand down to my pussy and stimulate my swollen clit.

"Fuck…" Another slap, and another. One more. "So fucking tasty… Our bodies colliding."

Moans upon moans echoing.

The lascivious acoustics hitting the wood.

"Don't stop, Nick!"

I practically beg him to continue; we have much more than chemistry, we have a blazing ember that consumes. I knew that from the first time at the Angra house; that tempting moment proved how, despite everything, we are made of the same material: revulsion and lust.

I take advantage of a slight slow-down and close my hand at the nape of his neck, throw my torso back demanding his lips, I suck them, then invade his mouth with my tongue. The kiss I force is burning, dominant.

"Tasty mouth, tasty little ass," he hisses; in an instant he changes position, my torso lands on the king mattress as my knees hook around his shoulders and he lifts my ass. I notice he removes the condom; at least he has the care not to penetrate me with traces of coconut oil — that's not right. "We're going to abuse your flexibility, baby…"

That's exactly what he does: Nick clasps a hand around my throat and pins me to the bed, the other rests beside my face; my arms pass beneath his and dig into his bulging biceps.

"That's it… oh…" I moan as he snakes into me, thrusting deep; his body weighs on my still one, mouths two palms away while he hammers my pussy. I close my eyes, ecstatic.

"Look at me, I want your eyes when you come," he orders, aware it won't take long. This position pounds my womb, hitting the magic spot. "Naughty, tasty…" He grinds his lips between his teeth and shares his moans with me.

"Fuck…" I scream, sweat sliding on our skin. His hips work violently, gripping, fucking, taking everything from me. "Nick, I…"

"I practically announce in your mouth my limit; I'm burning and the climax is about to consume every particle."

"Melt, my beautiful…"

Fuck!

Two thrusts that touch my belly are enough and the orgasm invades me like a wave of delirious rapture. I lose the strength in my legs, sagging a little, still with his cock pulsing inside me, burning to spurt at any moment. However, Nick surprises me by sliding out.

"I want to mark your flesh with my cum, Raica."

Lust and fetish — watching the man pour his hot cum on my skin, my breasts. Lower lip trapped between my teeth, face of pure sin: handsome, tempting.

Fuck… Nicholas, I am surrendered to you.