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I grunt as I thrust forward into my fist, and she gasps. Is she imagining it going into her? My cock is way too fucking big to get in her tight cunt, but I don’t have to. I’d be content with just the tip.

Thinking of cumming in her while she watches me jack off makes my cock swell.

“Show me your pussy,” I demand. She doesn’t hesitate to lift her skirt and spread her knees wide. She’s eager for me to see how wet she is, and fuck, is she wet. I can see it dripping out of the slit, and I can’t wait to lap it up. “I’m going to cum.”

“Already?” She looks both surprised and maybe even a little disappointed.

“Lie back.”

She goes back on her elbows as I step between her legs and shove her shirt up. I point the tip of my cock at her belly and thrust into my hand one last time. Waves of cum spill onto her as I grunt my release. Her hips rock up like she’s imagining I’m inside her, and it makes my cock throb.

My cum is all over her and I have to force myself to take a step back. I want to rub it in and then mark the rest of her, but I need to focus.

“Now, why don’t I see about that mess you’ve made between your legs.”

Chapter Eleven

GOLDIE

The throb between my legs is almost unbearable. I have the urge to close my thighs to try and find some kind of relief, but I want to have his mouth on me too much to do it. I don’t think I have ever wanted anything more in my entire life. What has he done to me?

Nash drops to his knees while his cum slowly slides down my stomach, my checkered skirt soaking it up while the scent of him fills the air. I see pride in his eyes as he watches it coat my skin.

“Is all of this for me?” Nash asks with a smirk.

He trails a finger up the inside of my thigh to the lips of my sex. I let my thighs fall open wider, and his fingers drift along the lips of my pussy. He makes sure to stay away from my clit, and a whimper leaves me. Eventually it turns into a frustrated sound.

“Answer me when I ask you a question, and you might get what you want.”

“Yes, it’s all for you.” The words pour out of me in a rush.

I’m too turned on to pretend I don’t want it. God knows I’ve never made myself this wet. Sure, I might have peeked at porn when I was trying to get myself worked up, but it didn’t do anything close to this. Nor did any of the dirty books I’ve devoured. What Nash has done to my body in a matter of minutes gives me faith that he might be able to help me with my little problem. Though this might create a bigger one.

"You want my mouth on you, baby girl?"

My stomach tightens at the way those words sound coming from him. Nash licks his lips, drawing all my attention there. That’s when the thought occurs to me that he’s going to kiss my pussy before I’ve ever been kissed on the mouth.

Before I can think better of it, I quickly sit up, making Nash’s eyes widen a fraction. My hands go to his shoulders, and I dig my nails in before pressing my mouth to his. I try to catch him off guard so he doesn’t have an opportunity to resist.

This is supposed to be all about turning me on, not being romantic, but I have to kiss him. I’m sure I can pretend I was caught up in the moment. Not that I've thought about kissing him a million times before.

Nash stills, but after a millisecond of hesitation, he lets out a groan, and his arm wraps around me. He pulls me flush against his bare chest, and the feeling of his warm skin is more erotic than it should be.

I slide my tongue along the seam of his lips, and he opens, letting me in. He lets me kiss him without taking over, but then his fingers tighten in my hair.

“Finally,” he mutters against my mouth. I want to ask him what he means, but this time, a feral growl leaves him. It rumbles through his chest as he completely takes over the kiss.

Nash thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and his fingers tighten in my hair. He uses the hold to tilt my head back and take what he wants. When it comes to me, everything Nash does is all-consuming.

I moan into his mouth, and I savor the kiss. My heart hammers in my chest at the sheer intensity of it, and I can’t help but think that Nash kisses me as if he loves me. He’s tasting me like he’ll never get enough.

He breaks the kiss as he pulls my shirt off and his fingers make quick work of my bra. When I’m left in only my skirt bunched around my waist, he goes for my breasts. Nash’s big hands engulf them as his thumbs stroke over my nipples. He watches the tight peaks before he rubs his face against them.

“I’m going to taste every part of you.” His tongue circles my nipple, and my back arches. He tries taking more of me in his mouth, and I can feel him smile against me when he can’t. He moves over to my other nipple, giving it the same attention before kissing down my body.

Yes, my mind screams. Taste all of me.

His hands slide under my thighs to my ass. With a tug, he pulls me closer to him, and I'm barely on the bed. My ass is so close to falling off, but he manages to hold me firmly in place. He uses his thumbs to spread my lips open, and I know he can see every part of me. If I weren’t so turned on, I’d try to cover myself. But right now, I’m utterly shameless.

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