Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Waves of deep pleasure. I kept slamming myself back, moaning, sweat peaking along my body, taking his thick cock, riding his length. I was so wet, so slick, that I slid up and down along him.
“God I love watching that body work,” he said. “I want to fuck this pussy for everyone to see. I want the world to know how fucking delicious you are, how fucking sexy.”
He slapped my ass, hard, and I moaned. He reached forward and felt my breasts as he took over fucking me, thrusting hard, fast, deep. He fucked me like an animal, riding my ass like it was nothing. He fucked me slick and deep, rough and hard, and I could only moan, over and over, saying his name.
“That’s right,” he grunted. “Take that fucking cock, girl. You dirty fucking girl. You love getting this tight pussy fucked deep and hard. You want me to fill you up with my hot cum, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh my god. I’m so fucking close, Nash. Keep going.”
Just then, he pulled back. I felt him slip out of me. He grabbed my hips and turned me, pressing me onto my back. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up in the air, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed while he remained standing.
“I want to see your face,” he said. “I want you to look in my eyes while you fucking come.”
I gasped as he pressed himself back inside me. He began to fuck me again, and I held on to my breasts, barely able to think as entirely new sensations flooded me from the new angle.
I watched his face, his handsome, rugged face as he fucked me.
“Come on my cock, girl,” he said. “Come for me. I want to make my fucking wife come on my thick cock. I love watching it slide in and out of your tight cunt, filling you up.”
“Keep going,” I whispered. “Keep going, Nash. Keep fucking me.”
He pressed his thumb against my clit, and I threw my head back, gripping the sheets above my head, pleasure rocking me. He fucked me harder, deeper, sweat covering our bodies, pleasure rolling through my skin. Every inch of me was on fire as he fucked me, and everything was right, everything was perfect.
And then the orgasm burst through my spine.
My whole body tensed, my muscles contracting, as the incredible wave of pleasure blew through me.
“That’s right,” he said. “Come for me, girl. You fucking drive me wild.”
I came hard and fast, my whole body clenched. He didn’t let up didn’t slow down, just fucked me mercilessly. He held onto my hips and pulled me tight, slamming his cock inside me, fucking me rough, hard, deep. He had no mercy for me, and I didn’t want any. All I wanted was his strong body dominating mine, fucking me deep, making my pussy his.
And my pussy was his. Every inch of my body was his. His cock filled me, and I knew I was his as the orgasm rocketed through me.
“Fuck. That face sends me over the edge,” he grunted, and I watched as he stiffened.
“Fill me up, Nash,” I moaned. “Come inside me. Come in my pussy.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, slamming into me. I watched as he came, his whole body stiff, grunting his pleasure into me.
He slowly finished and collapsed onto the bed next to me.
“That was what I needed,” he grunted. “Nothing like good sex after killing a man.”
I laughed. “Don’t be gross.”
“Sorry.”
I pressed my head against his chest and felt his heart beating, his breath moving in and out of his lungs.
“Why did that happen?” I asked softly.
“There are a lot of crazy fucking people in the world.” He paused. “It won’t happen again.”
“How do you know?”
“It won’t,” he repeated more firmly.
I nodded. “Okay. I believe you.”
The horror of earlier was still lingering at the edges of my mind, but for some reason I felt so much better already. Just having him near me, touching my body, it made me feel right.
Ever since it had happened, he was the only thing I could think about. Not how horrible it was seeing him kill that man, or the fear I felt for my life and his, but how badly I wanted to touch Nash, to kiss him.
It wasn’t even to thank him for saving me. It was just pure need.
I snuggled closer to him, and he didn’t move. We just stayed there, silently breathing together, looking up at the ceiling, sweat drying in the cool air.
30
Nash
I woke up, not sure where I was or what time it was. For a few seconds the room was completely unfamiliar.
And then I realized I was lying naked in bed next to Selena. She was clearly still asleep too.
I checked the clock. It was after seven, and the sun had already set outside. The insanity of the day came back to me slowly.