Fiona
Stretched. Filled. I’d been begging for it but also completely unprepared for the way his c**k felt inside of me. Shocked, I felt a moment of complete clarity as I stared up at him. Through the haze of lust, I actually saw him.
“Nico.”
Immediately, he stopped. “Does it hurt, baby? I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know that was hard and fast.”
“I feel...” I moved just a little under him.
“f**k, Fiona, stop moving and tell me if you’re hurt,” Nico said through gritted teeth. “I’m pulling out.”
As he started to withdraw, pleasure shot through me, and I gasped. Arching in him, I felt the lust flood my brain again, and I gripped him.
“Fiona.” Grunting, he sank back into me. “f**k, baby, what are you doing?”
“It feels good. So good. Again. Do it again. Again and again. Again.” My hand
