GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#FIFTY THREE.

Later that night.

After his family leaves, Nick takes me to get my car and some clothes from my apartment. He walks inside with me and I could tell he was feeling anxious and irritated.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I just fucking hate this apartment now." He replies, staring in the direction of the living room floor.

"I know, it holds bad memories for me, too." I answer.

I watch him as he walks to my couch and sits down. My eyes can't help, but notice how wide his legs were spread apart. It was almost as if he was asking for something, as he leans back into the couch.

"Want to make new ones?" He stares at me darkly.

"Uh, are you sure your up for that? I mean... we have had a crazy night." I stay standing in place.

"I'm not gonna lie, seeing you smash a glass over my dads head kinda turned me on." He smirks at me.

"You're fucking demented, you know that?" I laugh.

"Come here." He demands.

I make my way over and stand in front of him, waiting for his next command.

"Get on your knees between my legs." He orders.

I get on my knees and scoot myself between his legs. He leans forward momentarily and tilts my chin up forcing me to look at him. I lick my lips, knowing exactly what he wanted.

"I love you, Lili." He says in a deep, seductive tone. "—But you have been a really, bad girl."

"I know." I agree, I had to swallow hard. My mouth was practically watering.

He now leans back against the couch again and pulls his shorts down, baring his large muscular thighs and hard cock. This renewed a whole sense of lust that surges straight through my body.

I take hold and draw him to my waiting lips. I gently kiss the head of his cock and he chuckles tauntingly. "Oh, this isn't going to be the way you want it." He says.

He was about to do that dominate shit on me again, but this time I was ready for it and prepared.

My eager eyes watch as he clamps his hand around his cock and forces it into my mouth. He made a low, guttural groan as he reaches the back of my throat. I momentarily choke, but regain my composure as he slides back out just to shove himself deeply back in again. My flattened tongue runs underneath his thick, lust-swollen head and he moans as he continues to guide my mouth over him.

I submit to whatever it was he wanted to do in this moment. The thrill was indescribable as he directs my head in his hands. He thrusts his hips up so that his cock went even deeper to the back of my throat.

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

He tilts my chin back up to his stare and he thumbs away a tear as he keeps his cock buried inside the very end of my limit.

"Are those tears from gaging or are you crying?" He asks, in a feverish tone.

I couldn't answer him because his stiffened erection took away in room to speak.