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“Nash,” I whimper.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Me? He’s the one that’s a piece of art carved from marble like an ancient Greek statue. Except he’s far from cold to the touch.

“Don’t tease,” I plead with him. He rests my feet on his shoulders to keep me spread open, and his fingers begin to explore.

“Does it ache?”

“Yes.” My breath catches in my throat when I feel him touch me, and I didn’t know an ache could be so good.

“Be still.” He gently pops my sex, and the shock of it makes me gasp. The sound is loud, but it doesn’t hurt. Instead, pleasure shoots through my entire body. “You enjoyed that far too much.” Nash shakes his head. “I can see why you can’t get yourself off how you should.” A wicked smile crosses his lips. “You need me.”

I want to tell him he’s wrong and that I don’t need him, but we both know I’d be lying. Not with how wet I am and how good that felt.

“Not going to deny it?”

“Nash.” I shake my head as I squeeze my eyes shut. Am I going to die like this?

“I’ve got you,” Nash vows before he dips his head. I swear I feel my heartbeat in my clit. “I know you need me, Goldie. But I’m not going to make you say it right now. Soon you’ll say it all on your own.”

He’s not wrong. From the moment I met him, I knew that Nash was necessary to my soul.

Chapter Twelve

NASH

I can feel the heat of her pussy against my face as I brush my lips over her clit. She’s so fucking hot, and seeing her like this is every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life. I’ve dreamed of kissing her, sucking her tits, eating her cunt. Literally everything. In my most depraved fantasies, Goldie was always there, needy, open, and begging for it.

I think Goldie would be surprised to hear that the sexual desire I have for her pales in comparison to the desire I have to keep her with me. That’s a testament to how much I want her at my side. Some days I pull up the security cameras and watch her eat breakfast or scroll on her phone just so I can feel like I’m near her. After tonight, I’m never letting her go. I don’t care what she thinks this is or what she tells herself. There’s no escape. Not from me, and not from this.

“Look at your little clit poking out, begging for attention.” I brush my lips over it again, and she hisses at the contact. “It’s so hard and wet. I think one tiny lick would do it. Don’t you?”

“Yes, yes. Do it.” Goldie fists the sheets at her side, and I grin.

“Imagine if I suck on it.” I lick over the hard peak, and she cries out. Her hips buck so high she comes off the bed, but I’m there to bring her back down. “Such a greedy pussy.”

I lick her clit again, but this time I put some pressure behind it, and that’s all it takes. Goldie screams as the orgasm hits her, but I’m not about to end it there. I’ve worked her up to the point that she needed this quick release, but it’s only the beginning.

She’s still cumming as I pop her pussy again and send the shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her cries of pleasure roll from one to another as the wet trail of her desire drips down her ass. I lick it up and pinch her clit at the same time.

“Nash!” Her high-pitched shout bounces off the walls of my room as she cums again. She’s easy to get off now, and the orgasms are there for the taking.

“Oh, baby girl. This tight hole is begging for me.” I lick her entrance and then thrust my tongue inside. She rocks her hips like she’s trying to ride it and then she cums again.

“Nash, I-I can’t.” She’s completely limp, but I know she’s not finished.

“Yes, you can.” I bring my pinky to her hole, and her eyes widen in shock as I thrust it in. She clenches around it, and I can only imagine how good it would feel to have this hot grip on my cock.

“It’s too much,” Goldie whines but doesn’t push me away. She squeezes her eyes shut, but she bears down, trying to take it deeper.

“Let me in, baby girl. You’ve wanted me inside you for a long time, haven’t you?” Her eyes pop open, and I grin before licking her clit. “I bet if you wanted to, you could take the tip of my cock.”

She whimpers and then bites her bottom lip.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I slide my pinky out of her and switch to my index finger. She hisses at the intrusion, but she’s stretching for me.

“Yes,” she says quickly like she’s distracted.

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