A Touch Of Temptation Part III

Nicanor got off the bed to undress, his hands gripping the hem of his shirt. Our eyes met, and I saw the desire in his gaze as he peeled the fabric off his body in one smooth motion.

My breath caught in my throat as his chest came into view, every hard plane and muscle on full display. The deep ridges of his abs glistened slightly in the low light, each defined muscle leading down to the sharp V of his hips that disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers.

He tossed the shirt aside, his broad shoulders flexing as he stood over me, his gaze never leaving mine. The sight of him—tall, strong, utterly masculine—had my mouth going dry.

I swallowed hard, trying to tear my eyes away from the sharp lines of his body, but it was impossible. He looked like a warrior, built for strength, control, and dominance. And right now, every inch of him was focused entirely on me.

His hands moved to the belt at his waist, the metal buckle clinking softly as he undid it with deliberate slowness, as though he was savoring every second of my attention. My heart raced as the fabric of his trousers slid down his hips, revealing the hard line of his erection pressing against the black boxer briefs he still wore.

He stepped out of his pants and stood before me, gloriously bare except for those briefs, his body a masterpiece of raw strength and restrained power. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, and with a sharp tug, pulled them down.

I gasped, unable to tear my gaze away as his erection sprang free, thick and heavy, every part of him as perfectly sculpted as the rest. His chest heaved, his eyes dark and filled with lust as he watched me take him in.

“You like what you see?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, though the tension in his body betrayed just how tightly he was holding himself back.

I bit my lip, my pulse quickening as I nodded, my gaze shamelessly roaming over him. “Yes,” I breathed, unable to deny the magnetic pull he had on me.

A dark grin spread across his face as he climbed back onto the bed, his muscular arms bracing on either side of me, caging me in. Nicanor’s breath was heavy as he hovered above me, his body rigid with the tension of holding himself back. I could feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing insistently against my entrance. My pulse quickened, anticipation building as I met his darkened gaze, my body trembling with need.

His hands gripped my thighs firmly, spreading them wider as he settled between them. His touch sent a wave of heat through me, every nerve alive with anticipation. His eyes flicked over my body, drinking in the sight of me laid bare beneath him. The intensity in his gaze was enough to make me shiver.

"You’re perfect," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as he positioned himself at my entrance. His cock teased my slick folds, rubbing along my wet heat in slow, torturous strokes that left me gasping for air.

“N-Nicanor, please,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel the ache building inside me, the desperate need for him to fill me completely. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking the pressure of him, the delicious stretch I craved.

His lips curled into a smirk, his control evident in every slow, deliberate movement. “You want me that badly?” he asked, his voice teasing, dark. He pushed forward slightly, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance but stopping just short of slipping inside.

I whimpered, the sound escaping my throat before I could stop it. “Yes,” I gasped, my hips rising again, trying to take him in, but he held me firmly in place. “I need you.”

He groaned at my words, the sound deep and primal, and his grip on my hips tightened. "That’s my girl," he rasped, his voice filled with lust. His control wavered for just a second before he pushed forward slowly, the tip of his cock finally breaching me.

I gasped at the sensation, my head falling back against the pillow as a wave of pleasure rolled through me. He was so thick, the slow stretch almost too much, but at the same time, it felt impossibly good. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he pushed deeper, inch by glorious inch, filling me completely.

Nicanor groaned low in his throat as he sank deeper inside me, his hips rolling forward in a slow, controlled motion. "Fuck, you're so tight," he breathed, his voice thick with pleasure as he buried himself inside me.

The fullness of him was overwhelming, and I moaned, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even closer. I could feel the hard muscles of his back flexing under my fingers as he began to move, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward again, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

His pace was slow, deliberate, teasing me with every agonizingly perfect thrust. "Is this what you wanted?" he whispered, his lips grazing my ear. "You begged for it. Now take it."

I gasped, my body arching up toward him as he thrust deeper, hitting a spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as I moaned his name.

Nicanor’s control finally broke, and his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with our heavy breaths and soft gasps. Every movement sent pleasure coursing through me, building higher and higher until I was teetering on the edge of release.

“Nicanor,” I whimpered, barely able to form coherent words. My body was trembling beneath him, my nails raking down his back as I clung to him.

He growled in response, his hips snapping forward in a hard thrust that drove him impossibly deep inside me. "Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with need.

His words sent me spiraling, the coil inside me snapping as a wave of intense pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my body shuddering beneath him as I came undone, every nerve alive with sensation.

Nicanor groaned as he felt me tighten around him, his own release following close behind. He thrust into me one last time, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside me, his warmth flooding my core.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavily as the aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through us. His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my skin as he slowly came down from his high.

"You’re mine," he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with satisfaction.