Page 64 of Nash

I lift my hips, wedging my panties off, leaving my schoolgirl miniskirt on while I drop my soaked cotton in his outstretched hand. When he lifts them to his nose, taking a deep inhale of my musk, my teeth grab my bottom lip, my thighs opening for him again.

I love showing him my pussy, how I’m wet for him. The hunger in his eyes is addictive. It’s my drug. He’s fighting something inside, but I know how to win.

Teasing my fingertip over my excited clit, I beg, “Please, Mr. Allen, fuck me. I’ve fantasized about you for so long, and you know it. You know I want your cock.” I slide a finger inside, slowly pumping it. “Please fuck this tight, little pussy like you wanted to that night by the pool.”

He drops my panties and spits in his palm before wetting his shaft with it, stalking my way.

I scoot back on the bed, making room for him, but like an animal, he’s faster. He’s on me. His knees wedge my thighs apart before he rips my blouse open. Buttons fly as he tugs the lace cups of my bra down, making my breasts succulent and exposed. He leans down, sucking one, then biting it before he does the same to the other.

I moan, looking down to see Nash’s spit trailing from my nipple to his lips while he demands, “Say it, Vale. Say it one more time so we have no doubt.”

“Fuck me,” I demand. “Fuck me hard and now and test me. Test how much I can take of you because I want you, Nash. I want all of you.”

In one brutal thrust, he’s inside me, and we both cry out.Oh, my god, he’s huge.With the next pump of his cock, I scream, “Yes!” and I don’t stop.

“Fuck, poison,” he growls over my lips, wanting to kiss them, I know. So he takes my ear, letting me hear while he grabs my throat, his cock thrusting inside.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he says. “So fucking tight, Vale. That’s it. Lift your hips. Yes, baby, fuck me back. Take me.”

I do. I am. I will.

I’m feral and fighting to have Nash inside me as much as he’s a savage and pounding to do it. Over and over and forever. He’s a beast when he fucks, and it only thrills me, my desire making his thrusts smack, the sounds of our hunger filling the room.

“So good.” His breath urges. “Fuck, you’re so good, Vale.”

I think I’m screaming. I think I’m gasping, loving his perfect strangle of my throat, loving the hard thrusts of his cock, his force lusciously shocking my clit.I found it. I found him.This is more than I ever imagined. This is more than anything I’ve ever felt. We’ve burned to do this for so long, and our flames are hot.

“Nash!” I can feel it building. My body has never done this. I’ve never felt like I could come, but I will.

I want to. I need to.

He lifts, hovering his lips over mine, almost biting my cheek when I grab his back and swivel my hips under his pumping cock. “Fuucckk, yes,” he groans, his ripped muscles tensing, his body desperate and seeking like mine.

“Nash, please.” He sees me, letting him take me to my edge. He sees my pleasure, what he’s giving me that no one else has, and it makes him pump deeper as I meet his thrusts.

Lifting my hips, my fingernails mark his ass while I tightly clench my walls around him. It’ll help my orgasm, if I ever will, making my sex seize him, milk him, pulling him deeper inside.

“Goddamn, what are you doing to me?” He marvels, feeling my grabbing need, my clit starting to ignite. “Fuck, Vale. That’s good.” His lips shake. “So good.” His eyes begin to roll.Yes, I’m getting there, too.He delivers hard, pounding thrusts, deeper and deeper like I’m taking him. Like he can’t get enough of me. Like he can’t control it. “Fuck, Vale,” he grunts. “Oh, fuck, baby, I’m coming. I’m sorry.Fuucckk!”

With three more thrusts of his cock, battering my sex, every muscle on his beautiful inked body tenses. Nash stills inside me while he grunts, clenching his jaw. The animal in his eyes is trapped by desire while he stares into mine and comes, spilling deep inside me.

“Fuck,” he exhales. He fights for breath. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He kisses my huffing cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. You make me feel sixteen again, and I’ve wanted you too much for too long. I couldn’t control it. You felt so good moving your hips like that, and I lost it.”

“It’s okay,” I pant, wrapping my legs around his waist, holding him inside. We feel natural. We feel right. “This feels good, too.”

He traps my gaze while he brushes the hair from my face. He’s still finding his breath, too. “No, my poison, I’m not settling for good enough with you. You know I do everything three times,” he promises, “so the next two are for you.”

I peck his nose. “Just tell me if I passed the first test.”

“After all those books you’ve read? After all you’ve studied? Goddamn, woman, you know how to fuck,” he praises. “What were you doing with your pussy?”

“This.”

I clench tight around him again, and he shudders, groaning, “Fuck, that’s it.”

Gently, he puts his forehead to mine, nuzzling our noses. With another breath, he sighs, “You’re the best I’ve ever had, and that’s the only test you need to pass.”

His praise lights up my heart. The way we feel together is pure. The way he’s looking at me makes me believe in him, in us. I’m not afraid of this. I want everything with him.

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