Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I don’t know the answer to these questions, and it hurts too much to think about them. I push everything from my mind and focus on this moment, the way Nash wanted to. There’s only the feel of his fingers on my slick skin and his lips against my neck as he nuzzles me there.
I let out a soft sigh. “Feels so good.”
“It’s about to get better.” Nash stops touching my pussy and I want to cry out at the loss of contact. He slides to the floor on his knees in front of the couch. “Lie down.”
I scooch until I’m lying down, and he doesn’t waste any time. He skims along my skin until he finds the waistband of my panties and works them down my body. When they’re free, I expect him to toss them away but instead he puts them in his pocket. “New decision. In this cabin, there’s a no-panties rule.”
I laugh. “You can’t keep my panties.”
“Watch me,” he growls before he presses a soft kiss to my thigh. It’s feather-light and makes my breath catch in my throat. He continues higher and higher, his beard brushing against my sensitive skin. Just when I think he’s going to finally kiss that spot between my legs, the one that’s throbbing, he switches and kisses his way down my other thigh.
I groan in frustration. This was an amusing game at first but now a girl needs to come. It’s a pulsing ache that won’t be satisfied unless Nash relieves it. “You said you were going to taste my cherry!”
“Ask me nicely.” It sounds like he’s grinning against my skin.
“I’ll just do it myself,” I answer and move my hand down my stomach, headed straight for the apex of my thighs. Even if I touch myself here, it won’t be as good. What I really, really want is Nash, but I can call his bluff.
He grabs my wrist before I can reach my pussy. “I wouldn’t advise that.”
“And why is that?” My heart is pounding so hard that he has to hear it.
“Because then I’ll punish you,” he answers and there’s a dark promise in his voice. A threat that has the breath leaving my lungs. I definitely want to be punished by Nash at some point. But not now. Now all I want is him touching me.
“Please. Please lick it, Nash. It hurts so much,” I admit. I can’t remember the last time I admitted to needing anything. But with Nash, I’m safe to share my needs. I can go to him because he’ll always be the man who takes care of me. The knowledge fills me up and I finally realize that’s what he wants. He wants me to trust him, so I say the words that scare me, the ones I’ve never admitted to anyone, “I need you.”
“I’ll always take care of my girl,” he promises and ducks his head. His tongue settles between my thighs, and he licks my seam twice, pausing each time. He’s listening. He’s trying to judge from my breathing if I liked it.
I let out a soft moan. “Again please.”
He goes back to his task, licking me again and again until my pussy is tingling. That’s when he works one of his thick fingers into my aching channel. It’s so big and foreign but I want more.
I whimper the word, and he adds a second finger, stretching me in the most delicious way. I unbutton the shirt I’m wearing and massage my breasts, plucking at my nipples. But it’s still not enough. I still need everything from him.
He circles my clit with his tongue, and I arch my hips, offering him my pussy. It feels so right with his head buried between my legs. Like we were always meant to be this way and the knowledge has me calling his name as I come. The orgasm goes on and on as he prolongs it with that wicked tongue.
When it’s over and the tension has finally drained from my body, he presses a soft kiss to my mound. “Your cherry is just as sweet as I knew it would be.”
I take a deep breath. “I want you to take it. Take my cherry, Nash.”
10
NASH
Take my cherry, Nash. The words go straight to my cock. I’m so damn hard that I’m surprised the fucker hasn’t broken off yet. While I was licking her sweet little mound, I had to unbutton my pants and pull him out.
He’s been leaking on the couch ever since. Not that I give a damn about my furniture at the moment. There’s only one thing I’m thinking about and that’s my girl’s pussy. Despite that, despite the way I ache in my bones to take this beautiful woman, I push down the desire. “We don’t have to do that tonight.”