Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“You know I do,” she whispers, but she’s still trying to fight me.
“Then show me you love me. Let me in.”
There’s a fire in her eyes as she fights harder. “It’s too big,” she practically shouts in my face, but I ignore it.
“Goddamn, I’m gonna cum.” My eyes roll to the back of my head as I push in a little more. “You’re doing it, baby girl. You’ve got my cock inside you. Just like I always wanted.”
“Nash.” She gets wetter and stops fighting me.
“Kiss me,” I tell her. “Kiss me like you mean it. Like you want me to be yours.”
Chapter Thirteen
GOLDIE
My mouth meets Nash’s, and I try desperately to pour everything into the kiss. His entire body covers mine inside and outside, and I want to show him how much I love him. There’s no way I could ever say the words out loud, but I feel it.
If I did, he might realize this means so much more to me than just needing his help. I want him to see me as more than the annoying little girl that was pushed into his life. Not some obligation he has to tend to.
Nash groans as more of his weight comes down on me. I let out a small gasp when his cock slides in deeper, and then there’s a warmth filling my body. There’s a sharp pain at the same time, and my teeth sink into his bottom lip. When I taste blood, I let go, and I’m shocked to realize what I’ve done.
“I’m sorry,” I rush to say.
Nash's eyes remain closed, his expression one of agony. I kiss his bottom lip in apology because I didn’t mean to hurt him. He’s trying to help me, and I go and bite him! Maybe I’m a brat after all.
“Don’t apologize, baby girl.” His breathing is heavy as he presses his forehead to mine. “Are you okay?”
“I bit you.”
“You can mark me all you want.” He sounds like he means it. “Now tell me, are you okay?”
“I’m okay.”
“You know I'm buried halfway inside of you.”
“What—” I stop talking when he pulls out and thrusts back in, sinking another few inches deeper.
“You’re taking me so good.” I’d gotten so wrapped up in thinking I’d hurt him I forgot about my own pain. “Fuck, look at you.”
He lifts up so I can see his cock move in and out of me. The sight is filthy, and I moan without thinking.
“Nash.”
“You’re so wet but still so damn tight.” Nash’s jaw clenches as he grits his teeth.
He puts his weight on me again, pinning me down. I love watching him while he’s inside of me, but I love it more when he’s like this. The sensation of being trapped beneath him and having no choice but to be at his mercy is exhilarating.
My hands go to his shoulders as his thrusts get faster. “You’re going to make me cum again.”
He makes it sound like it’s my fault, but I want him to. I think I might want him to cum inside me more than I want my own orgasm. Nash is doing this to help me, but I want to prove to him that I can make it good for him too.
“Three times.” He closes his eyes tightly, and I think he’s talking to himself. “Fuck, I can’t cum three times that quickly.”
He’s sinking into me over and over, and I feel his hand slip between us. His thumb goes to my clit as he claims my mouth in another kiss. My orgasm was so close that the simple touch is all it takes. Pleasure floods through me as Nash groans into my mouth. The walls of my sex grip around his cock, and his body jerks. I open my thighs wider, taking everything he gives and wanting more.
Nash buries his face in my neck, kissing my throat softly. His weight on top of me is heavy, but I’m still humming with the pleasure he gave me. It’s so intense that I lose the strength to keep my eyes open.
I swear I only close them for a moment, but when I open them again, I’m lying with my head on Nash’s bare chest, and the blankets are pulled up around us. I lie there for a moment, feeling my breathing match his. The soft light peeking in through the bottom of the curtains lets me know it’s early morning.
I tilt my head back and look up at Nash. This all is so surreal. I can’t believe what we've done, but there is no denying it. I’m tender between my thighs, and even my lips feel well used after all his kisses.
For once, Nash appears to be relaxed, but I know it’s only because he’s sleeping. It’s nice to be able to watch him freely without him knowing. My fingers itch to trace the lines of his handsome face, but it would wake him.