Rio 2 Nico Novels & Stories

Nico “Lit the fire…Nico…” his voice was cold as ice, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the terrified little eight-year-old boy. “Be a man…lit the fire. You’re Alessandro Baldocchi’s son. Don’t be a pussy…” “Please…don’t do this….” the young woman tied to the pole wailed. “Please Alessandro…I will leave…I will take him and go away…please…”

I couldn’t help but smirk. As Nico opened the car door for me, I slid in, Tulio bouncing into the back seat. Nico leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Ready to go home?” he asked softly. I nodded, the adrenaline of the day still coursing through me. “Yes. But tomorrow, we continue.” Nico’s eyes darkened with intensity. “And we’ll handle whatever she throws at us next.” I squeezed his hand, grateful for the solid presence beside me.

He gave me a small nod and turned off the engine. Nico was waiting at the entrance like he had been standing there for hours. His eyes found me immediately. I kept walking, passing him without a word. His hand shot out and caught my wrist. “Tesoro.” I pulled free, the motion sending a dull throb through my stomach where the surgery scars still pulled. “Leave me the fuck alone, Nico.”

Ava Just a friend, I tell Nico, who appears inquisitive over my late-night caller. I do hope Ryan decides to stay. I walk back over to Nico, who is still sitting in the armchair, his cock hard and waiting for me. I straddle him and sink down onto his thick length in one smooth motion. He groans loudly as I start riding him hard and fast. My tits bounce in his face as I fuck him exactly how I need it. I grind my hips in circles, taking him deeper each time, my pussy gripping him tight.