Nico's Cruse by Jennifer Kacey Page A

It’s—
Oh, God.”
    Pumping his shaft inside her, sliding in their mingled
wetness was more than he could handle. He shot his load inside her, leaning
over, tapping his fingertip on her clit so he could kiss her.
    She sucked his tongue into her mouth, kissing him with a
passion he’d wanted his whole life.
    Her pussy milked every last drop out of his junk as they
kissed.
    A dream had never been so real before, he was glad it was
her he felt it with. He’d already decided he wasn’t going to use the Crossroads site anymore. He’d almost deleted his profile as soon as he disconnected
from Rose the night before. Especially after she begged him to get on again and
her texts nearly broke his resolve. He heard them in her voice. She was
heartbroken, just like him.
    But he couldn’t delete it. Not yet.
    He kissed his dream Rose one last time and rolled over with
her so he could fall back asleep with her slight weight on his chest.
    He held her close and she kissed his shoulder and his neck,
peppering his lips with attention.
    She moved to disappear and he wanted to wrap his arms around
her tight and beg her to stay, but he knew that would just make it harder for him
in the end.
    A saying he’d heard his parents say all of his life echoed
in his head. “If you love something you have to let it go.” He’d never
understood it before that moment.
    But as she knelt above him, sliding away from him, he
understood. A tear slid from the corner of his eye when he squeezed them shut.
He sat up on the edge of the bed, glancing around the room like a total fool.
It had felt so real he almost expected her to be there, on her knees, waiting
for him to command her pleasure again.
    He shook his head as he stood on shaky legs. His still
half-hard cock seemed to glisten in the light coming from the bathroom.
    The bathroom?
    He hadn’t left the light on. He’d crawled in bed right after
shutting the lid on the laptop and turning his phone off.
    The laptop lid was definitely closed as he glanced over at
it.
    What’s that sound?
    It almost sounded like water…cutting off? He took the last
few steps to the bathroom in about half a nano-second, wrenching open the door.
    “Holy shit,” came from someone who looked and sounded just
like Rose. “You scared me.”
    She stood there naked, beautiful in the archway of the
bathroom, holding a wet washcloth.
    “I cleaned myself off but I didn’t think I could carry you
to the bathroom.”
    He couldn’t move, didn’t speak, his brain waves took a nose
dive as he stared at her from head to toe.
    “I, uhh, got a warm washcloth and was going to clean you up
in bed.” She held it up, smiling shyly, reminding him of a pixie or an angel.
    His angel.
    “We didn’t use anything so we got a bit wet when I surprised
you.”
    He took a menacing step forward and she retreated. He
stalked her until her back smacked the bathroom wall, and the wet cloth hit the
floor with a fleshy flop by her foot.
    “You’re here?” He traced the tip of a finger along her jaw,
down her throat and along her chest. His hand shook.
    Her skin flushed like it always did when he touched her and
he cupped her breast. Her hand came up and held his palm to her, and her heart
beat against his palm.
    “Yes.”
    With no warning he picked her up under her ass and she
automatically latched on with her arms behind his neck and her legs around his
waist.
    He shoved his cock, which had gotten rock hard the moment he
saw her, inside her slick sheath. She gasped, arching away from him as he
plowed into what had to be her sore pussy.
    “How?” he growled as he pumped away inside her.
    “My. Cat. Had. The. Key,” she answered back in between each
stroke.
    He fucked her, riding her body hard but he couldn’t help
himself. It couldn’t have been too bad for her because she begged as she
brought his mouth to hers. “Can I come, Sir? Please…”
    Her words whispered across his lips as another orgasm
streaked down his spine and out