Page 44 of Sweet Surrender
My mouth watered at the sight, remembering what it was like to havehim in my mouth, and suddenly, I wasn’t as confident in my belief that I’d never beg him to fuck my throat.
“Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and I might break mypromise to never order you to your knees again,” he said as if he was reading my mind.
The next second, his lips were on mine, and his tongue plunged in ashe claimed my mouth. One hand moved to cup the back of my head, holding me in place as he dominated my mouth, the other hand reaching around to squeeze my ass cheek. His touch was intoxicating, and I craved more, despite the battle now fully raging in my head.
“On the bed,” Nash ordered when he pulled his mouth from mine. Mybody didn’t consider not following his command as I took several steps toward the bed and climbed on it, before scooting back.
Nash watched my every move intently, his hand gripping his shaft,and pre-cum glistening on his crown. But like the devil was sitting on my shoulder, my head decided to replay the images of the pictures I’d seen of Nash with beautiful women. Women who had tiny waists, fake boobs, and firm asses. Women who were miles away from me.
Feeling inadequate, I brought my knees to my chest, hoping to covermy body, and earning a disapproving scowl from him.
“You’re hiding from me,” Nash stated, his hand pausing from wherehe had started stroking his length, his eyes narrowing on me. “I never want you to hide from me, Savannah, and if I have to spend every day of the rest of my life showing you how fucking much I want you, then I will. Now let me see you. Let me see how beautiful my wife is.”
My heart skipped several beats, and I found myself wanting to believehim. Wanting to be brave, and let him see me for everything I was.
Tentatively, I lowered my legs.
“Good girl,” he drawled, his eyes darkening again. “Now, spread yourlegs, sweetheart. Show me what belongs to me.”
I hated the authority in his tone, but I hated myself more for obeying so willingly.
As I opened my legs, Nash cursed under his breath as his eyesfixed on my exposed pussy, and once again his hand started moving up and down his shaft.
My heart sank a little as the memory of Trent flashed in my mind, andhow he’d built me up, only to finish before I’d even begun.
I desperately wanted to know what it would be like to feel Nash inside my throbbing pussy,yet a little part wondered if Nash was all mouth like Trent, and I’d finish disappointed and frustrated.
As if reading my mind, Nash released his length and prowled towardthe bed, wicked intent gleaming in his eyes.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not a two-pump-chump like McAllister. Ipromise you’ll be screaming my name more than once tonight.”
Without a second thought, Nash grabbed my ankles and pulled medown the bed, making me gasp and instantly forget the name he’d just spoken.
I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he lowered himselfbetween my spread legs. He placed a delicate kiss on one thigh, before crossing to the other and doing the same. When his tongue crept out and began gliding up my thigh toward my core, the battle in my head was over.
My body had won.
I was going to let Nash do whatever the hell he wanted to me.
“You smell like fucking heaven, sweet Savannah,” Nash said, taking adeep breath as his nose nuzzled my pussy.
I didn’t have time to be embarrassed. When his warm tongue lickedthe length of my slit, I couldn’t stop the groan from leaving me.
From between my legs, Nash peered up, and as he held my eye, he licked again, only this time when his tongue hit my clit, he lapped at it several times, making my head fall back onto the pillow.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” Nash said between lashes of his tongue.“Youtastelike heaven too. Pure fucking perfection.”
His lips latched onto my clit, and he sucked it hard into his mouth.“Nash!” I cried, already feeling sensitive from where he’d run his tongue over me.
Nash moved his hand between us, and using two fingers, he spread mypussy lips to give him better access to my clit. He lapped away, flicking his tongue over and over, and I couldn’t stop my hips from grinding against his face, his rough stubble grating against the soft skin of my thighs.
My core clenched deliciously, and it was on the tip of my tongue tobeg him to shove his fingers in me while his mouth worked my clit, but the only sounds that could escape me were moans of pure pleasure.
As Nash continued to torment me, my hands fisted the pillow abovemy head, and coherent thought was non-existent. All I could focus on was the intense orgasm building from the way he licked, sucked, and nipped at my sensitive bud, driving me wild while my core was still desperate for attention.
Like being struck by a freight train, my orgasm hit, andmy back bowed off the bed as I cried his name. I squeezed my eyes closed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, and my body shuddered when Nash blew a warm breath over my slick pussy.
“I could get used to hearing you scream my name,” Nash growledfrom between my legs.
