Page 54 of Nash

“You’re getting aroused by it, too,” he rasps, deeply surprised. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I confess. “I’m not afraid if I’m with you. If I go in that room, what would you do to me?”

“Stop, Vale. It’s not happening.”

“But I?—”

“But you won’t keep your mouth shut, will you?”

“Never.” I narrow my eyes, grinning, knowing how to wear him down and get what I want. “So why don’t you put something big in it to make me shut up?”

I arch my back, rubbing my body against his. Lust drops his eyelids so fast because he’s torn, so I rip him open.

“Please, Mr. Allen. Please let me suck your hard cock. I’ve fantasized about it for so long. I’ve been a bad girl so many times, touching myself while sucking on a dildo, imagining it’s you fucking my throat. It makes me come, moaning your name.”

“Fuuucckkk, poison,” he growls. “Fuck, you kill me with that mouth.”

“For once, you’re right,” I tease. “I’ll take you to heaven with it.”

He hesitates, so I reveal, “I had the remote, Nash. I played with the plug by myself and came alone that night, thinking of you. I always think of you so I can come.”

I tug at him, guiding him to kneel, to straddle my face. By the heated look in his eyes, he can’t resist. He’s wanted this, too.

His length curves, heavy and long, his tip hanging over my lips. He stares down at me, watching as I gently kiss it.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Shit, poison, this is going to kill me.”

“Have you fantasized, too, Mr. Allen?” I ask between kisses that go from soft to firm, sliding my slick, puckered lips over his glistening tip. “Have you imagined fucking my dirty mouth with your thick cock?”

“Yes,” he confesses as I lick his frenulum, the sensitive spot where his head connects to his shaft. “All the goddamn time.”

I grin, knowing every technique to blow his mind, cock, and world, and I want to. I want to give Nash the pleasure he’s given me. I want him to surrender to me as much as I have to him.

So, I lick him, flattening my tongue and teasing him while he stares down at me, anticipating, needing me to take him into my mouth. His eyes narrow. His lips part. I could tease and torture him all night, but he wants this too much.

He laces his hand through my hair while I lick his tip. “That’s enough teasing, Vale.” Tugging hard at my strands, he demands, “Now be a good girl and suck my cock while I fuck all the bratty little words out of your mouth.”

God, I want to say it.My kink is on the tip of my tongue, but what if it’s not his? What if I freak him out?

Then again, his eyes look lost in lust. His cock is rock hard, his breath heavy, his grip on my hair so controlling, so hungry for me.

He’s wanted me as much as I’ve wanted him. Maybe just like this…

“Yes, Daddy,” I sigh, taking the risk before slowly sliding my lips over his swollen tip and locking my eyes on his, watching his reaction to my kink as I plunge my mouth down his thick shaft.

“Fuucckkk yes, Vale!” He almost roars, the veins in his neck straining while he cups my head on the pillow. “Yes, be such a dirty girl for your daddy now. Yes, suck me. Suck me, baby.”

It’s our kink unleashed. It makes moans crawl up my throat as he starts fucking it, but he’s not forcing me. No, every muscle on his body, straddling mine, is tense with restraint.

This is so powerful between us. It could overwhelm us if we let it, and I love it. I wrap my hand around his swollen base, and we find a maddening tempo. Me, bobbing my head, moaning and teasing him with tongue techniques while my hands pump, and him, gently thrusting his cock into my mouth.

“Goddamn,” he mutters. “Goddamn, Vale, you’re good at this.” He shudders when I lick his slit. “So fucking good.”

I want more. I want it all. I want all of Nash’s secrets, all of his life, all of his heart, so I take as much of him as I can until my throat gently gags on his mass. I grab his thighs, my fingernails digging into his firm ass cheeks, so he can’t move. He has to let me do this, choking on him while I stare up at him, my tearing eyes swearing how much I love his cock in my mouth.

“Fuck, Vale.” He marvels, “Fuck, how can you take so much of me?”

I pull off; my spit webbed from my lips to his tip. “Because you belong to me, don’t you? Just as much as I belong to you.”

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