His entire body locked rigid. A raw, broken growl tore from deep in his chest as his hips snapped forward uncontrollably. "Fuck—Mara—"
Thick, hot pulses of cum flooded her mouth without warning. She didn't pull back. Instead she took him deeper, swallowing greedily around every powerful spurt while her hand kept working the base in firm, milking strokes. The taste of him—salty, musky, purely male—mixed with the water cascading over them as she drained him relentlessly.
His massive frame shuddered hard against the glass, thighs quaking, abs flexing in sharp contractions with each jet. A string of hoarse Italian curses spilled from his lips, his grip in her hair tightening to the edge of pain as the orgasm ripped through him like a storm.
Only when the last violent pulse faded and his cock gave one final twitch against her tongue did Mara slowly pull off, licking her swollen lips clean while looking up at him with dark, satisfied eyes.
But Nico wasn't finished.
