NERO: Chapter 70

Toto’s soft snores, from where he made himself comfortable on a pile of blankets, is the perfect backdrop to the end of a perfect day.

And I have a feeling there’s going to be a lot of perfect days from here on out.

Spending the day with Toto, getting to know each other, was better than I’d ever imagined. Of course, even in my daydreams I was still scraping by in an outdated little house, not living in a mansion, with a mafia boss.

My mafia boss.

I cuddle further into Nero’s side, relaxing, as the familiar scene of Dorothy falling asleep in a field of poppies plays across the screen.

The arm around my shoulders tightens and Nero growls, “That’s it.”

My head lifts at his gruff words. “What is it?”

He’s already dislodging himself from me. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Wait for what?”

Nero doesn’t answer, he just slides off the couch, and kneels in front of me. “Come here.”

I don’t have time to comply before he’s gripping me by the hips and pulling me across the buttery leather until my butt is on the edge of the couch. My legs parting so my knees go to either side of his hips.

“Everything okay?” Humor and lust fill my voice, because he looks like a man on a mission.

“I’ll be okay when I get a taste.”

He hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me closer, until our bodies collide and his mouth slams into mine.

Heat explodes in my core as Nero leans into the kiss. His tongue demanding entry as his hard cock rubs against the seam of my leggings.

My hips rock, following the pressure, as my lips part to allow his tongue to sweep across mine.

We moan at the same time, and the vibrations weave together, trapping us in a cage of desire.

My breasts feel heavy. Achy. And I want to rip the bra from my body. I need the layers gone so I can feel his bristly chest hair against my nipples.

Just thinking about it sends a throb from my spine to my toes.

Nero’s fingers crawl down my sides until they’re hooked in the top of my leggings.

“Up,” he demands, breaking the kiss only long enough for the one word.

And then his fingers start to tug.

I use his body to steady mine as I lift my butt off the sofa, and he tugs the leggings down my hips, leaving my thong in place.

It takes some wiggling, but Nero yanks them off and tosses them aside. Then he reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.

His eyes bore into mine. “Tell me again.”

“Um…” My breath is coming in pants. I don’t remember what we were talking about. Were we talking about something?

Nero shoves my bra straps off my shoulders, pulling the cups down.

My tits are fully exposed, and the thin layer of my panties is the only thing left to cover me. And that is already soaked through.

“Tell me you love me.” He bends forward, taking one of my nipples in his mouth.

God, I love him.

Teeth clamp down on my nipple, making me cry out.

“Tell me, Sweet Girl.” He licks across my other peak.

“Nero!” My fingers dig into his hair, needing something to hold on to as he sucks the tip into his mouth.

“I love you.” I slide my hands down until they’re framing his face. And I feel his jaw muscles move under my palms as he sucks. “I love you so much.”

Growling low in his throat, Nero releases my nipple from his mouth to kiss me.

His lips are demanding, and I happily submit.

“Lay back.” He snags a pillow from the other end of the couch and places it behind my back. So when he presses my chest, I recline onto the pillow, with my head propped against the backrest.

I’m so exposed. The small slip of fabric between my legs, and the bra around my waist like an avant-garde belt, should feel absurd, but instead I feel sexy. And desired.

Nero drags his large hands down my sides, my hips, my legs… until he’s sitting back on his heels, drinking me in.

“So fucking perfect.”

I try to sit up, wanting to touch him back, but he presses a hand to my stomach, pushing me back down.

Nero spears me with blazing eyes. “Stay.”

His hands go to the buttons of his shirt, and I forget to fill my lungs with air.

This man. This man I love, the man whose hands I blindly dropped my life into, is something to behold.

As he shrugs his shirt off, his shoulders round with the action, muscles straining under the skin––I decide that the next time we’re together, I’m going to kiss each and every one of his scars. I’m going to memorize them and learn their stories. I’m going to soothe over the memories with my lips.

Instead of undoing his pants, like I expect him to, Nero leans down.

Oh god.

I jolt upright again. “What are you doing?!”

He presses his palm between my breasts, shoving me back down.

“You know what I’m doing, Payton. I said I wanted to taste you.” He uses one hand on my thigh to hold me open, then drags his hand down from my chest, over my belly until he’s pressing his whole hand over my mound.

“I should’ve done this the first time.” His tongue drags across his lower lip as he drags his middle finger down my seam. “I should’ve done this with your virgin blood dripping off my chin.”

“I-I’ve never.”

Except for last night when he licked your asshole, A little voice reminds me, and my core flutters at the memory.

Nero slides his fingers to the edge of my panties, pulling them aside, exposing my slickness. “That’s good.” His forehead drops to the soft spot just above my pussy. “You’re such a good girl.” I watch his back expand as he takes a deep inhale, moaning when he releases it. “Such a sweet girl.” He shifts my legs until my thighs are over his shoulders. “And I’m going to eat this pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

I’m so nervous and so turned on, my entire body feels like it’s vibrating.

“Please!” I’m already begging, and he hasn’t even started. “Please I want you to fu––” My plea turns into a strangled moan when his tongue roughly laves at my clit.

He didn’t start gentle.

There was no teasing.

Just feasting.

Nero’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs, his grip tightening as my body squirms, holding me firmly against his face.

Then his licks get longer. His tongue presses down harder. Running from my entrance up over my throbbing bundle of nerves.

It’s so much better than I thought it would be. It feels so good. So intimate. So dirty.

One finger presses inside me, making my arms reach out. My fingers just twisting into the ends of his hair, and I hold on tight. Needing him to ground me.

“Nero!”

My skin feels too tight.

His finger slips out of me and I stare down as he straightens his tongue and does his best to shove it inside me.

“Oh god!”

His eyes look up in a hooded gaze, meeting mine, and I can’t wait any longer. I can’t take anymore.

“Please, Nero,” I choke. “Please fuck me!”

Instead of stopping, his mouth clamps down over my pussy and he sucks on my clit. The pressure sending lightning bolts through my core.

His hands slide away from me, and I can see his shoulders moving, accompanied by the sound of a zipper lowering.

I’m so close to coming. My orgasm is right there.

“Hurry!” I cry.

Nero releases his mouth from me, his body instantly moving up to cover mine. “You want to come on this cock, Baby?”

“Y-yes!”

He opens his mouth, but instead of saying more, he groans, open-mouthed, as he shoves his hips forward.

His cock stretches me, and my body only waits until he’s halfway in before waves of sensation crash over me.

My pussy constricts around his length and he drops his hand between us, his fingers pinching my clit, as I scream. And he shoves the rest of the way in.