Page 142 of Nash

Lusciously, he slaps my pinched breasts, sending fiery shocks to my clit; the white-hot thrill making the command storm over my lips, “Fuck my ass, Nash. Now.”

Oh, my god, I said it.

Oh, my goddess, thank you; he does it.

Bending me back into my prone position, he rolls a condom on before shamelessly pouring lube over my sex. Gently, he tugs my plug out, his fingertips tickling my clit while he does it. I almost come at the salacious sensations, at the gaping ache before Nash rises to fill it slowly.

Oh.

My.

King.

I moan at his burning entry, at the exposed position he puts us in, our backsides and feral union on display for all.

It’s primal and proud how Nash mounts me, crouching over my hips and grabbing them. His hulking legs squat, straddling me while he claims what’s his alone. Slowly, he drives his sheathed, lubed cock inside, burying himself to the hilt in my most vulnerable place, my heart and body trusting him, taking him.

“Who’s ass is this?” he groans.

“Yours, my king.” I reach for his hands, bruising my hips.

With no shame and urged on by my moans, Nash fucks me like an animal. My cunt aches and drips, pulsing empty and loving this while he dominates my ass.

“Dear God.” I hear Sire praise our performance.

“He’s always wanted her,” Nick marvels.

Grant agrees, “Hell, yes, he has.”

“She needs to come like that,” Axel commands. “If she doesn’t like it, stop.”

“No, I love it. I love Nash,” I argue. I demand, “Don’t stop. I want it. I want him like this.”

“Show them,” Nash strains, lifting my hips and thrusting harder. “Show them you belong to me. That you’re my good girl who comes with my cock in your ass.”

“Yes, Mr. Allen.” I reach between my legs, rubbing my pinched clit, and taking us there. “Yes, Daddy, fill my ass with your cum.”

“Goddammit, Vale.” He spanks me. When I talk like that, I make him come, but he doesn’t want to yet. He wants this for me. “Show them how you’ve always been mine.”

I was. I am. Strumming my clit so hard, I come, letting his brothers watch as only Nash can make me do it. My thighs quake. My stinging nipples rub against the leather, adding to my convulsions, to my shattering, orgasmic screams.

The ache for him in my empty cunt is almost painful; the pleasure he gives me divine. The taboo thrill of it all, of tonight and forever letting his brothers watch him mark me as his. “Nash,” I sigh. “I love it. I love you.”

“Yes.” Zar’s approving drawl fills the room. “Treat her like the beautiful queen she is.”

“Come here, baby.” Carefully, Nash pulls out before lifting my shaking body and wrapping his arms around me until I catch my breath. “You okay?” he asks tenderly.

“More than,” I answer. “Finish serving me now.”

He grips my chin, turning my lips to find his, and I feel his smile in our deep kiss. I feel him let go of me with one arm before thesnapof him tugging his condom off tells me he’s not done.

With my back to his chest, he turns us around to kneel, facing the others. He wedges my legs apart enough for all to watch him surge inside my waiting cunt, for him to fill what only he can. Only Nash claims the most tender places inside me.

Thrusting into me, he does it slowly, his fingertips playing with my keening clit, his other hand not letting go of my neck; my new Monroe piercing barely stings while his lips won’t let go of our kiss, either.

Nash always fucks me like this; with so much passion and possession, the world falls away. It’s only us, and it’s all I feel now. Him. Me. My sweet, panting shudder at the next orgasm he gives me before he finally gives me his.

Before he proudly makes me his queen for all to see.

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