Page 24 of Wicked and Ruthless

“Please?” he taunted.

“Yes. Please. Please now. Please stop tormenting me,” she nearly sobbed. “Please…”

He bent his head and sucked each of her nipples again, one after the other, loving the way they’d swelled and stood hard in a silent plea for more. He nipped and laved…all the while rubbing her clit in leisurely circles, driving her higher until she closed her eyes tightly, her entire body trembling and taut, shuddering and on the edge.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he praised as he scrambled up long enough to drop his underwear and reach for a condom.

“You can’t leave. You didn’t make me come yet. I begged—” She gaped at his cock. “Oh, my god. That’s huge.”

He grinned. “I’m six-foot-seven. I’m…proportional.”

She blinked. “You’re going to split me open.”

“I’m going to make you scream, just like you asked. And since you weren’t specific about how I should do that, I’m doing it my way.”

Nash donned the condom and vaulted between her legs, catching each thigh in the crook of his elbows and settling the stalk of his aching cock against her wetness. He rooted around until he found her clit.

Then he smiled—and dragged his length up the sensitive nub, gratified when her eyes flared wide again and she cried out in high-pitched supplication. “Nash?”

“You still want to come?”

“Yes!” She tossed her head back and gave herself over to him.

He loved her reaction. “Tell me. Ask me.”

“Please. Please…” She repeated her plea like a mantra, her eyes as full of surrender as the feminine whine in her voice. “I need you. Inside me. I need?—”

“Hard? Slow? Soft? Fast?”

She gripped the slats of his headboard and begged with her eyes. “Yes!”

Clearly, Haisley was done talking. Good thing. So was he.

Nash balanced himself on his elbows and dragged his cock through her wet slit, groaning at the silken, juicy feel of her against his length. Then he stroked up again, slowly rubbing himself against her needy nub until she arched, her mouth flying open in a silent scream.

He allowed her no respite as he repeated the motion over and over until she scratched at his headboard and stared at him as if he were both God and the devil himself. Her slack jaw, the look of sensual agony on her face, the rosy flush of her cheeks… If he’d ever had a more beautiful woman in his bed, he didn’t remember.

This one he would never forget.

As he pressed his erection against her cunt again, he slid through her wetness. He smelled her need. He lost himself in her mounting bliss.

With a keening little moan, she closed her eyes. He stopped midstroke, inciting a gasp of protest. “Nash!”

“Eyes open. Look at me. I want to remember your face the first time I make you come.”

Instantly, she obeyed. Triumph spiked. Thrill swelled. And as their gazes fused, he fell into her eyes, drowning in her darkening blue as her breaths roughened. His heart rate picked up, along with the pace of his strokes and his desperation to be inside her. Beneath him she rocked, legs spread. Her body tensed and surrendered to him.

“I…I—oh. That’s…oh, my god. Yeeessssss!”

Under him, her body bucked and jolted as ecstasy overtook her. But she never blinked, never looked away. Watching her come undone for him as he stroked her passion and sent her soaring damn near dismantled his restraint.

“Give it to me. That’s my girl. Fuck, baby…” He stroked her to the height of climax, then reared back long enough to check that his condom was still in place. “Yes.”

He had to get inside her. He’d had grand plans to wring a handful of orgasms from her before he buried himself in her pussy, but the need to feel her, be surrounded by her, be closer to her, couldn’t wait.

“Nash!”

The way she writhed under him and her naked, vulnerable expression was too much to resist. He angled his hips to settle his sheathed crest at her clenching opening and began tunneling his way in.

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