Page 39 of Nash

Slowly, his hand glides under my panties, his fingertips sliding over my slick lips. “Fuck, my poison, you’re so wet for me now.” He does it again, drifting his fingertips over where I’m dying for him. The ache is excruciating. “Were you this wet that night?”

“No.” I can’t stand it. “Now, I want you even more.” I reach, tugging my panties down.

“Leave them on,” he growls. “Leave them around your thighs like yours were that night. Weren’t they? You were so dirty for me. You pulled your panties down and stepped your thighs apart so you could do this…”

With the tip of his middle finger, he circles my clit, and I scream, “Nash, please!”

“But you couldn’t scream that night, Vale, could you? Because you were being such a good girl for me.” He keeps circling my ache, and I’m writhing, my breath panting for him. “You silently watched me stroke my cock for you, knowing that I wanted you, that I was imagining fucking you. I hated myself for it, but now, I don’t. I’m gonna love making you scream for me.”

He plunges two of his thick, long fingers inside my aching wet cunt, and I groan, my back arching, the need for him sweet agony. “Oh my god, don’t stop,” I beg.

“Look at me,” he demands. “Open up for me.”

By his heavy, heated tone, he means every part of me, my heart, too, and I obey. I turn, lying on my back for him, and open my eyes, but, “Nash, I?—”

“It’s too dark,” he grumbles, “and I’ve waited too long to watch you come.”

He slides his fingers out, and I gasp, needing him inside as he leans over, reaching across me to turn on the lamp. His inked pec, his hard nipple hovers over my lips, and I’ve studied men’s erogenous zones, so I lift my lips, sucking it before flicking it with my tongue.

“Fuck, Vale,” he groans, almost flinching, as a warm light floods the room. “Fuck, baby, don’t make this about me right now. This is for you.” He settles back beside me.

“Promise me,” I beg. “Promise me I get to do this to you, too.”

“Do what?” He props on his elbow, gazing down at me with the devil in his brown eyes as his heavenly fingers slide back inside my pussy. “This?”

“Yes,” I groan, my eyes rolling, my hips too, lifting for more of him.

“You want to make me come with your hand? Like this?” His thumb circles my clit again, his two fingers slowly pumping inside.

“With my hand,” I pant, opening my eyes. I stare up at him, swearing, “With my pussy, my mouth, my throat, my virgin ass. I’ll make you come harder than you ever have before. You’ve never had a woman like me, one that’s yours. That night was the first time I ever came, and now I can only come thinking about you.”

His eyelids hood with lust, his lips parting. “Vale.” His lips near mine. “Vale, goddamn, I want you. I always have.”

He moves to kiss me, but I flinch. “I don’t,” I stammer. “I don’t kiss on the lips. I can’t … It’s just that?—”

“Shh, it’s okay.” His lips brush over my jaw, nearing my ear. “Can I kiss you everywhere else?”

“Please.”

“Are you mine?

“Yes,” I sigh.

“Like here?”

When Nash’s hot, hungry mouth claims my neck while his fingers thrust inside me, his thumb flicking my clit, it’s a tsunami rising. Pleasure builds in my body, soaking my sex; I couldn’t stop its force if I wanted to. It’s coming, I can feel it. “Oh, god.”

He lifts from my neck, his eyes locking to mine. He sees my edge; it’s my torture; I always get trapped here. It’s the cage I can’t escape.

“Do you remember how I came for you, Vale?” But he takes over my mind. He’s in it, not me, with his thumb strumming my clit. “Do you remember how hard I fucked your bikini in my fist? How I lifted my hips, thrusting and desperate like it was my cock pumping into your tight pussy? How I arched my back and said your name? How I came, shooting my cum all over my abs, grunting and in so much fucking pain for you?”

“Yes. Yes.” My thighs shake. My lips, too.

“You came for me, Vale,” he growls. “I watched you, fucking your pretty pussy with your hand. Your lips parted. Your thighs quaked. Your shoulders shook while you convulsed, coming so fucking hard watching me come that I spurted again. I couldn’t stop coming for you either.”

And I am now. “Oh, god.” I thrash, but he bears down, his thumb igniting my clit. “Oh god, Nash, I’m coming.”

He curls his fingers so hard inside my pussy, claiming my core, I can’t escape him. I can’t escape his control. I can’t escape this pleasure. “Good girl,” he coaxes, and I explode.

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