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)
I slide my tongue along the seam of his lips, and he opens, letting me in. He lets me kiss him without taking over, but then his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Finally,” he mutters against my mouth. I want to ask him what he means, but this time, a feral growl leaves him. It rumbles through his chest as he completely takes over the kiss.
Nash thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and his fingers tighten in my hair. He uses the hold to tilt my head back and take what he wants. When it comes to me, everything Nash does is all-consuming.
I moan into his mouth, and I savor the kiss. My heart hammers in my chest at the sheer intensity of it, and I can’t help but think that Nash kisses me as if he loves me. He’s tasting me like he’ll never get enough.
He breaks the kiss as he pulls my shirt off and his fingers make quick work of my bra. When I’m left in only my skirt bunched around my waist, he goes for my breasts. Nash’s big hands engulf them as his thumbs stroke over my nipples. He watches the tight peaks before he rubs his face against them.
“I’m going to taste every part of you.” His tongue circles my nipple, and my back arches. He tries taking more of me in his mouth, and I can feel him smile against me when he can’t. He moves over to my other nipple, giving it the same attention before kissing down my body.
Yes, my mind screams. Taste all of me.
His hands slide under my thighs to my ass. With a tug, he pulls me closer to him, and I'm barely on the bed. My ass is so close to falling off, but he manages to hold me firmly in place. He uses his thumbs to spread my lips open, and I know he can see every part of me. If I weren’t so turned on, I’d try to cover myself. But right now, I’m utterly shameless.
“Nash,” I whimper.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Me? He’s the one that’s a piece of art carved from marble like an ancient Greek statue. Except he’s far from cold to the touch.
“Don’t tease,” I plead with him. He rests my feet on his shoulders to keep me spread open, and his fingers begin to explore.
“Does it ache?”
“Yes.” My breath catches in my throat when I feel him touch me, and I didn’t know an ache could be so good.
“Be still.” He gently pops my sex, and the shock of it makes me gasp. The sound is loud, but it doesn’t hurt. Instead, pleasure shoots through my entire body. “You enjoyed that far too much.” Nash shakes his head. “I can see why you can’t get yourself off how you should.” A wicked smile crosses his lips. “You need me.”
I want to tell him he’s wrong and that I don’t need him, but we both know I’d be lying. Not with how wet I am and how good that felt.
“Not going to deny it?”
“Nash.” I shake my head as I squeeze my eyes shut. Am I going to die like this?
“I’ve got you,” Nash vows before he dips his head. I swear I feel my heartbeat in my clit. “I know you need me, Goldie. But I’m not going to make you say it right now. Soon you’ll say it all on your own.”
He’s not wrong. From the moment I met him, I knew that Nash was necessary to my soul.
Chapter Twelve
NASH
I can feel the heat of her pussy against my face as I brush my lips over her clit. She’s so fucking hot, and seeing her like this is every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life. I’ve dreamed of kissing her, sucking her tits, eating her cunt. Literally everything. In my most depraved fantasies, Goldie was always there, needy, open, and begging for it.
I think Goldie would be surprised to hear that the sexual desire I have for her pales in comparison to the desire I have to keep her with me. That’s a testament to how much I want her at my side. Some days I pull up the security cameras and watch her eat breakfast or scroll on her phone just so I can feel like I’m near her. After tonight, I’m never letting her go. I don’t care what she thinks this is or what she tells herself. There’s no escape. Not from me, and not from this.
“Look at your little clit poking out, begging for attention.” I brush my lips over it again, and she hisses at the contact. “It’s so hard and wet. I think one tiny lick would do it. Don’t you?”
“Yes, yes. Do it.” Goldie fists the sheets at her side, and I grin.
“Imagine if I suck on it.” I lick over the hard peak, and she cries out. Her hips buck so high she comes off the bed, but I’m there to bring her back down. “Such a greedy pussy.”