Page 5 of Nicoletta
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We lay molded together, my cock still deep inside her, our slick bodies one, and I never wanna move. My breathing slows, finally returning to normal, and then my brain starts to work, slowly at first. But when I hear Smoke’s words flash through the fog of my fuck-drunk self, I pause.
One of the last things my prez said was, “Don’t fuck this shit up by sticking your dick in her unless it’s to get information.”
Not only did I stick my dick in her without getting any important information, but I had the most outstanding, mind-blowing sex in like—ever. Even I knew this wasn’t a one-off, or a sleazy, dirty one-night stand I could blow off. This woman was in my apartment, under my protection, and now there was no fuckin’ way we wouldn’t be tearing each other’s clothes off every chance we got.
Shit, I just shot my load in her more than once, and I was fully recovered and thinking about dragging her on top of me so she could ride my dick to glory. Of course, the damn thing twitches at just the thought.
Fuck yeah, I’m screwed so bad.
Nicoletta shifts and smiles up at me. A soft, sated smile that says she’s feeling exactly like me.
She reaches between us, and her smile widens. “Shit, I can’t believe you’re hard again.”
She fists my cock, and guess what my dumb-ass self does? I grip her waist, hoist her up and settle her thighs on each side of my hips. Perfectly lining up with my raging cock. Her hips gyrate, and she’s so full of my cum, I glide right into her.
I figure, what the fuck, I already disobeyed Smoke’s order, so I might as well enjoy myself and go down in flames.
She anchors her hands on my shoulders and gently rolls her hips in a torturously slow grind that has my eyes crossed. She keeps each move long and drawn-out, sliding me in and out. Sweetest fuckin’ torture ever.
I cup the back of her neck and pull her down until her hard nipples are at my lips. I lick and suck at them, and she picks up her pace, trapping me in her warm, wet body, surrounding me with her heat. I nip at the sensitive flesh, and she moans from deep in her throat. She jerks her hips hard, and my dick explodes again.
This time, I cuddle her to me, still tight in her snatch. I kiss the top of her head, a move I’ve never done before, then close my eyes and let myself drift off into a dreamless sleep.
I startle awake what seems like hours later, and check my phone, four-forty a.m. Not the greatest time to be awake, but I’ve always been nocturnal, and leading the outlaw life only adds to it.
I shift on the mattress, and Nicoletta shifts with me. Her wavy brown hair falls over my chest, her face huddled into the pillow. This woman has me by the balls, and she doesn’t even know it. Or maybe she does, but, shit, she’s something I’ve never had before.
With her deep in sleep, I can stare at her and get my fillwithout it being weird, but, shit, she’s beautiful. Not flashy with her tits popping out of a halter top, this woman has real class. The kind you’re born with, the kind you can’t imitate or buy. Her sculpted features radiate with only a bit of makeup, not piled on with a shovel. Even the way she talks is classy.
Only a few problems with her and me. Most important, Smoke wants me to stay away from her and work her for information for the club. Then, how long would it take her to realize that, although the sex is off the charts, we have absolutely nothing in common.
No big surprise why I’m attracted to a certain type of woman. One look at the scars, tats andfuck youattitude, and a classy chick would run the other way. Except Nicoletta didn’t. Of course, that first time was just a scam, but tonight sure wasn’t fake. Tonight was real, ‘cause there’s no fuckin’ way you could fake the way her body moved with me, taking me in until I exploded.
Fuck, she was as hot and into it as I was, maybe more. According to her, Bradley sucked in bed, and I almost wonder if he even made her come. When I picture her in bed with the asshole, my heart skips a beat, so I untangle Nicoletta from around me, swing my legs over the bed, and head for the kitchen.
I pull a bottle of water out of the fridge, light up a smoke and head for the couch. A few minutes later, I’m putting out my cig, and I hear rustling in the bedroom, followed by the padding of bare feet. Then Nicoletta is standing in front of me in my black Harley t-shirt hanging just above her knees. Fuckin’ adorable. Another word I’ve never used to describe a woman.
“Hey, can’t sleep?” She rubs at her eyes like a kid.
The question throws me ‘cause normally a woman doesn’t stay after we fuck, and they sure aren’t around long enough to question how I sleep.
“I get restless.”Especially picturing you in bed with that asshole Bradley.
She tucks her leg under her and sits on the other side of the couch. “Sometimes I have trouble falling asleep.”
“Got a lot on my mind, I guess.”
“Like Smoke wouldn’t approve of us getting together.”
“That’s a fuckin’ understatement. He basically told me to keep my dick in my pants and stay far the fuck away from you.” Unless I’m bleeding you for information.
“Kinda hard when we’re sharing a small space.”
“I guess, but I had no trouble throwing Gina’s skanky ass out.”
“True.” She waits a beat. “Can I ask you a question?”
