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“Yes. Anytime you want, Nash.”
“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name. Almost as much as I love havin’ your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Hearing him talk dirty only fuels my impending orgasm. “I’m close,” I tell him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“That’s it. Touch yourself for me, baby.”
I do as he asks and press my finger against my clit. That’s all it takes. “I’m coming, Nash.” I scream out his name as my release washes over me, my legs threatening to give out, and if it wasn’t for Nash’s arm around my waist holding me up, I’d have fallen to the floor. Still, he continues to drill into me, riding out my orgasm.
Soon, his thrusts become offbeat, and his breathing more labored. With one final thrust, he plants himself deep inside me as he finds his own release.
Minutes pass before Nash finally pulls out of me, and I instantly miss the connection. On shaky legs, I turn and face him in all his naked glory. His cock, still at half mast, hangs heavy between his legs, glistening with a mixture of our arousal, which I somehow find hot. Then I watch in shock as he becomes fully erect once again. I peer up through my lashes only to find him watching me.
“Come here.” Nash takes my hand and walks backward. When the backs of his knees hit the bed, he sits. Next, he urges me to straddle him, and who am I to argue?
Reaching behind me, I grab hold of his cock and align it at my entrance before slowly sinking down onto it. The tendons along his neck strain as I rock back and forth until he’s fully seated inside me. I take a moment to enjoy the feeling of being so full. Nash cups my cheek and brings his mouth close to mine. “Ride me, Alice,” he demands, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bracing my hands along his shoulders, I give him what he wants. Only this time, our movements are not hurried, and neither of us utters a word. There is only his cock inside me, his hands on my body, and his lips on mine.
Nothing else exists.
14
BAJA
My eyes open to the morning sun seeping through the curtains, painting streaks of gold across the bedroom, and I turn my head to see Alice peacefully sleeping, sprawled out on her stomach, hair spilling across the pillow. The sheets are a tangled mess around our legs, the aftermath of a night that will live rent-free in my head, playing repeatedly for days to come.
I reach out and trace my fingertips down her bare back and over the soft curves of her ass, my cock already begging to sink into her pussy again. My hand lingers, resting on the globe of her ass, torn between waking her with my cock or letting her sleep.
Thud.
Several pounds of pure fluff land square on my ribs, and Ozzy’s green eyes meet mine.
“Dude,” I grumble.
Ozzy stretches, his paws flexing, before strolling off me and lying closer to Alice. He rubs his head against her arm before kneading the sheets between us, purring loud enough to wake the dead.
“Cock blocker,” I mutter, glaring at the furball.
Ozzy looks back at me like I’m the one intruding, then looks back toward my woman.
Alice stirs, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and then her eyes flutter open, locking on me momentarily before shifting them to Ozzy.
“Morning, big guy,” she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep. She lifts her hand and scratches under Ozzy’s chin, and the furry thief closes his eyes, leaning into her touch, content with the fact he accomplished his mission.
“Unreal,” I grumble.
“What?” Alice looks at me, puzzled.
“Prince of darkness here is stealin’ my woman.”
“How can you be such a grump? Just look at this handsome face.” She smiles, continuing to dote on the furry traitor.
Ozzy turns and stares at me, practically saying, “She’s mine now.”
I groan and roll onto my back, my cock locked and loaded, needing a release, but there’s a large and in charge feline between me and the pussy I’m after.
The bed shifts, and Alice straddles me, her palms resting on my chest. I drink up the sight of her, the way her long hair cascades over her breasts and frames her face as she gazes at me. “Are you jealous of Ozzy?” Alice smirks.
