Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
When I come down, panting, he straightens and whispers, “Nowhere near done with you yet.” He lifts me effortlessly and spins me around.
I gasp as he kneels, his hands parting my cheeks. My pulse throbs as his tongue darts to that tender spot between my cheeks, and he teases at my tight ring.
“You’re not going anywhere, Noel. Not until I have my fill of you,” he promises, smacking my ass with a playful sting. I arch back, breath catching again. He leans in, tongue flicking at my rosebud—soft, eager.
“Filthy girl, you like my tongue in your ass, don’t you?” he growls.
My answer is a soft moan. He slides a finger coated in my own wetness inside me, then presses that same finger past my entrance. I groan; my hips press down, begging for more of him.
“Cum, Noel. Cum all over my face,” he orders, his lips clamping on my clit as he fucks my ass with that finger. I can’t hold back—my next orgasm rips through me, body shuddering, voice breaking as my juices flood his mouth.
When I collapse, spent, he says softly, “That’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” He catches me, spins us both around, and presses his lips to mine in a fierce kiss that leaves me dizzy.
“I want you in my bed now,” he murmurs against my mouth. Without waiting, he scoops me up bridal-style and carries me across the back porch, down the hall, to his master bedroom.
He lets me fall onto the bed, and I giggle, my skin tingling from head to toe. I feel something new stirring in my chest—want, need, maybe even love.
He kneels between my legs again. “You on birth control, sweetheart?” he asks, voice soft now.
I nod, breathless. “Yes. For my cycle.”
He smiles as he leans down, kissing a trail from my stomach to the hollow of my throat, finally grazing my ear with the tip of his teeth. “By the time I’m done, you won’t know where you end and I begin,” he whispers. “I’m going to cum deep inside you. This sweet pussy will always be filled with me. I want you to know I’m there every time you move. I own it, baby—this dripping wet pussy and its delicious scent. It’s all mine.”
My heart stutters at his promise. “Nash…” I whisper back, voice trembling.
He hovers, cock nestled between my damp thighs. “Get used to my last name with yours, precious. I own you now. You good with that?”
I slide a hand around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. “I’m yours, Nash.” I mean every word.
I cry out when the tip of his thick cock nudges at my entrance again, my breaths coming in labored gasps as I clutch his shoulders, pressing harder into his lips as we kiss and he slides in slowly.
And slides.
And slides.
My muscles burn, pain pinching at my insides, until he finally pushes past that last barrier between us.
And then I’m his.
And then he owns me.
I hum as his thrusts speed up, his cock bottoming out inside me, his hands trailing over my skin—kneading, gripping, claiming my flesh until I’m certain I’ll wake bruised in the morning. His thumbs dig into my hips as he fucks me fiercely, his body hitting every ragged nerve until another orgasm teases just out of reach.
“Oh God,” I husk, losing my mind under his touch. Being connected to Nash Hollis feels like an out-of-body experience. My head swims with raw lust and desperate need, my muscles strung tight with wave after wave of pleasure. Nash is all I can think, all I can feel, smell, touch. He’s everywhere.
“You make me so fucking hard, Noel,” Nash growls. His teeth graze between my breasts, his tongue flicking up to taste my peak. Fire scorches through my veins, consuming every bit of oxygen, pushing me closer to the edge.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I manage in a breathless ramble.
“I’ve been desperate for your taste on my tongue since I first touched you. The way you look up at me, Noel, fucking undoes me.” Nash thrusts in and out of me—sometimes deep and filling, other times short and shallow—before he speeds up and drives me over the edge. I wrap my arms around his torso, palms sliding along his sweat-slick skin, down his hips and bottom. I squeeze as he picks up pace, pounding me with everything he’s got.
“God, oh, Nash,” I beg. “More, harder. God, more.”
He pulls me flush against him and holds me tight. Our thighs, hips, torsos aligned. One hand snakes around the back of my neck and pulls me toward his lips. We crash together in a fierce kiss. His tongue twists with mine in desperation, and a low moan rumbles from his throat. I grip his head and match his ferocity.
His hips circle, a hand slipping between us to trace a path across my clit with those work-roughened fingers that burn like sandpaper on my skin.