Letters to the Baumgarters by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online Page B

my own breasts, grazing
them with my nails through the material, sending hot tingles down between my
thighs.
    “Oh god!” I cried when he grabbed my other thigh, pulling both of my legs
over his shoulders. I looked down and could only see his curly head and the
lust in those striking blue eyes on mine, his mouth fastened over my pussy. “Oh
my god! Nico! Oh! Oh!”
    I was coming, just like that, flooding his mouth, my clit beating time,
like a hummingbird’s wings, against the lash of his tongue. He moaned softly,
his fingers digging into my ass, when he felt the buck of my hips, the arch of
my back.
    “I have to have you,” he croaked, his face shiny with the juices from my
pussy as he looked up at me, still on his knees, his eyes filled with
something—a cross between desire and worship—that made me grateful he was still
supporting me, because my knees suddenly felt weak.
    When he shifted and stood, pressing me against the wall, I glanced down
the alleyway, mindful now that we might be seen. I saw someone walk past, close
enough I could tell it was a man pushing a cart, but he didn’t glance toward
us. The other way was a dead end, but there were doorways all along the alley, backs
of shops, and owners or employees could come out of any one of those doors.
    “Nico, wait,” I murmured, feeling him fumble for his zipper, but once his
cock was free, I truly couldn’t resist. The hard length of him pressing against
my thigh as he kissed me was pure temptation and I found him with my hand,
feeling him swell as I began to stroke him. He moved his hips, seeking
entrance, but I had other ideas.
    “Ohhh Mio Dio! ” he moaned as I sank to my knees for him, the
cobblestone cold and unforgiving, but I didn’t care. I sucked the thick,
mushroom head of his cock, feeling his hand moving through my hair, pushing
himself further into my throat. I let him thrust deep and hard, let him use my
mouth for his pleasure, my fingernails grazing his balls, coaxing the cum I
knew was boiling there to the surface.
    “No, no, no,” he cried, making a fist in my hair and pulling me back. I
looked up at him, panting with lust, my eyes half-closed, my hand tucked
between my legs, rubbing at my aching clit.
    “Please,” I whispered.
    That was all I had to say. He stood, turning me around roughly and
shoving me up against the wall. His hands roamed over my ass as he pulled my
hips back, bending me at the waist so he could take me from behind. I braced
myself, hands splayed on the brick, waiting for him to impale me.
    “Play with yourself,” he ordered, pulling me back into the saddle of his
hips, his cock an iron rod between my ass cheeks.
    “Please,” I said again, but I reached down to touch myself, my clit
pulsing under my fingers.
    I heard a noise behind us and turned my head to look but Nico grabbed my
hair, pressing my cheek to the wall as his cock slid into the wet, waiting
shelter of my pussy. I prayed it was just a cat, but then he was fucking me and
I forgot everything.
    He grabbed onto my breasts, rubbing them through the silky material of my
blouse, his cock a driving piston between my thighs. Already in heels, I went
up on my toes, wanting all of him, deeper, harder. He fucked me so hard it
hurt, and still I wanted more, the motion jarring, shoving me against the
brick, rattling my pelvis, my breasts swaying in his hands.
    “Don’t stop,” I begged, hearing the panting of his breath in my ear,
feeling sweat trickling down the middle of my back underneath my bra strap,
knowing he must be close. “Make me come! Oh fuck, Nico, please make me come
again!”
    He grabbed my thigh and lifted it, spreading me wide and pushing himself
deeper inside of me, making me howl like an alley cat in heat. My fingers
worked furiously against my clit, rubbing faster than Aladdin looking for that
elusive genie, the anticipation of the wish almost better than its fulfillment.
    Almost.
    “I’m gonna come!” I cried, my body stretched