Drive me Wild, Rival(BL) Chapter 73: Rearranging My Insides

Alaric

Nico didn’t give a single second to adjust. The mont my hips settled fully on his lap, his thick, bare cock buried to the hilt inside my clenching heat, and he started thrusting up with raw, animalistic power.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, my ankles digging into the small of his back, using the leverage to lift myself and slam back down to et every brutal upward stroke.

The wet, obscene sounds of my slick hole swallowing him echoed through the room—filthy squelches mixed with the sharp slap of sweat-damp skin on skin.

Every ti he drove up, his heavy balls smacked against my ass, sending jolts of pleasure and pain radiating through my core.

"Fuck... god! Nico... slow down!" I gasped, but my body betrayed the words.

My hips rolled desperately, grinding him in tight circles before rising again, chasing the burning stretch of his cock splitting open.

This style made feel how big Nico was. Impossibly big, and I could feel every ridge and vein dragging against my sensitive walls, rubbing rcilessly over the spot inside that made stars explode behind my eyes.

"Slow down?" he laughed.

I responded with a groan as I felt his hot breath against my collarbone.

"You are the one riding like a desperate whore, princess. Look at you. You have your legs locked around , your hole dripping all over my cock." His hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise, and I felt his fingers dig into my flesh as he yanked down harder, impaling deeper.

The wet glide of his raw length was driving insane. There was no barrier between us. It was just pure, slick heat and the filthy realization that he was fucking completely bare.

I moaned loudly, the sound cracking into a whimper as I bounced on him. My leaking cock slapped against his abs with every movent, leaving sticky strings of precum connecting us.

Sweat rolled down my spine.

My thighs burned from the effort, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted more.

Needed more.

I arched my back and slamd down again, taking him so deep I swore I could feel him rearranging my insides.

Nico’s dark eyes burned into mine, his pupils blown wide with lust. "That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Show how badly this greedy hole needs to be ruined." He thrust up harder on the next downstroke, punching right into my prostate.

A sharp cry tore from my throat, high, broken, and shaless.

My nails dug into his shoulders, making sure I left marks as I held on for dear life.

The pace turned feral.

Nico was fucking like he hated and craved at the sa ti. There was anger in the way he was thrusting in and out—relentless, punishing strokes that made my entire body jolt, the couch shaking beneath us.

My hole made constant wet, sloppy noises around his pistoning shaft, slick sounds that would’ve embarrassed if I wasn’t so lost in the pleasure.

Every thrust forced more of my own juices to leak out, dripping down his balls and onto the cushions.

Without warning, Nico wrapped one arm around my waist and flipped our positions. He stayed buried deep inside as he turned around, maneuvering until I was facing away from him in reverse.

My knees sank into the couch on either side of his spread thighs. The new angle made him feel even thicker, pressing against completely different spots inside .

I sank down fully with a guttural groan, my back arching as his cock kissed places that made my toes curl painfully.

"Shit! Fuck! You are so deep like this," I panted, my voice shaking with every word. "Ahhh... Nico."

"Take it, princess. Take my cock inside you," Nico muttered as one of his arms snaked around my waist, pinning against his chest.

The other hand wrapped firmly around my throat, squeezing with perfect pressure that made my head swim in hazy pleasure. He lifted my left leg high, hooking it over his arm and spreading wide.

How he got that energy as a beta still amazed .

I was completely exposed now, my cock bouncing freely and my hole stretched around his thick base for him to see.

"Bounce, princess," he ordered, his voice rough like gravel. "Ride like you an it."

I did. I planted my hands on his knees, lifted my ass, and dropped back down hard, over and over.

The wet slap of my cheeks against his pelvis grew louder, faster. His cock speared up into with every descent, the head grinding directly into my prostate.

I scread out loud, letting out unrestrained cries that bounced off the walls as he t with savage upward thrusts.

"Nngh—ahh! Nico—oh my fucking god!" My voice cracked higher with every brutal stroke. The hand around my throat tightened slightly, cutting off just enough air to make everything sharper and brighter.

His other hand slid down to slap my inner thigh before gripping my leg higher, folding open even more.

I could feel everything all at once—his heartbeat through his cock, the way my walls fluttered and clenched desperately around his length, and the amount of slick dripping between us.

He fucked up into with punishing force, his hips snapping to et mine like a machine. "Listen to that sloppy hole. You’re creaming all over , princess. So fucking wet and open," he murmured against my ear, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he growled, leaving a fresh mark.

The sting blended perfectly with the overwhelming pleasure pounding through my body.

I was losing control.

My cock throbbed untouched, leaking steadily, and the coil in my stomach wound tighter and tighter with every thrust.

Nico angled his hips just right and hamred that sweet spot relentlessly, never slowing down.

My screams grew louder in response.

"I’m—fuck—I’m gonna cum—Nico—!"

"Then cum for ," he snarled, biting my neck hard. "Scream like the slut you are."

His words hit like a freight train, and my entire body seized up as I scread at the top of my lungs, letting out a broken wail that echoed through the room. "Ahhhhhh! Fuck—Nico—!"

Thick ropes of cum shot from my cock in powerful spurts, painting my stomach, chest, and even reaching Nico’s thighs.

My hole spasd violently around his cock, milking him with rhythmic contractions as wave after wave of blinding pleasure tore through .

"Fuck!" I scread as my vision whited out and my legs shook uncontrollably.

But Nico didn’t stop. He kept pounding up into my oversensitive hole, dragging out every aftershock until I was trembling in his arms.

Then he stopped, and I let out a shuddering breath thinking he was done, then he slowly whispered into my ear. "I am not done with you yet," he growled darkly, his lips brushing my ear. "I am going to wreck this hole until you can’t walk."

He pulled out suddenly, leaving horribly empty.

A pathetic whine escaped as my stretched hole clenched around nothing. Before I could catch my breath, he shoved forward, bending roughly over the armrest of the couch.

My chest pressed into the cushions, ass up and presented to him. He kicked my legs wider apart, then used both hands to spread my cheeks, staring down at my gaping, twitching entrance.

"Fuck... look how pretty and ruined you are," he murmured, before spitting directly onto my hole for good asure.

He lined up and slamd back inside with one savage thrust, burying himself balls-deep in a single motion.

I cried out, my fingers clawing at the couch fabric as he imdiately started pounding from behind with brutal intensity.

The new angle was crazier as his cock drove even deeper, the head battering my prostate with every powerful snap of his hips.

"Take it—take every fucking inch," Nico grunted as one of his hands grabbed a fistful of my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave fingerprints.

He fucked like a man possessed, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that made my eyes roll back.

My spent cock twitched beneath , trying to harden again from the overwhelming stimulation.

I was moaning uncontrollably, drooling against the cushion, completely lost in the sensation of being used so thoroughly. "Nico—too much—fuck, I can’t—ahh!" Every thrust forced broken sounds out of .

He reached around and wrapped his hand around my cock again, stroking roughly even as he railed from behind.

Just as another devastating peak started building deep inside , my phone started ringing sharply from the floor beside the couch.

It was probably Dorothy calling, which makes wonder if she was here.

But Nico didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked harder, chasing his own release as the phone continued to ring.