Page 47 of Bound By Words

“Oh God,” I whimpered in his ear as I ground against him, feeling the telltale fluttering of my impending release.

“Would you like that, dirty girl?” he growled in my ear as he pulled me into his lap, roughly pushing up into me. “Do you want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk?”

“Fuck, Nathan, yes,” I moaned as I buried my face in his neck, so close to coming.

“Off,” he pulled my hips back, and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders as he tried to lift me from his lap. “Lie over the arm of the couch,” he whispered, his voice rough as he turned me, his hand pushing the center of my back as he urged me to lie down. My chest was heaving as I felt his fingers rub my clit from behind, my pussy clenching on nothing. I was almost frantic for him to be back inside of me.

“Look at you, so fucking sexy. So desperate for me to fuck you. Feel how wet you are.”

“Oh God, now,” I moaned as he dipped his fingers inside, the sound of them thrusting inside me almost obscene with how wet I was from his words and what we’d done before.

“I almost forgot how impatient you are, squirming that tight little ass against my hand.” I jumped as his palm connected with my skin, the initial burst of pain blossoming into something more as his large hand massaged my ass, the fingers of his other hand still slowly thrusting inside me.

“Please,” I whimpered as I pushed back against him, almost pleading.

“The sound of you fucking begging is like music to my ears, sunshine. Do it again. Beg me.”

“Fuck,” I moaned into the upholstery, fingers digging into the cushion beneath my head.

“That doesn’t sound like begging,” he teased as his hand came down again, smacking my flesh.

I couldn’t believe I was getting spanked after having intense sex on my brother’s couch. That should have bothered me, but as Nathan’s fingers twisted and his thumb pressed down on my clit, I found I didn’t care. I could only think about Nathan putting his cock back inside me and making me come.

“Fuck me,” I moaned, arching my back and pushing against his movements.

“So greedy,” he laughed darkly. Tapping me lightly with his palm, he grabbed my ass, squeezing. “You know what I want. Beg.”

“Please,” I whispered hoarsely, whimpering as he pulled out his fingers. I didn’t have time to protest as he grasped my hips, pushing himself inside me with one rough stroke. He reached forward, pulling my arms backward and using his large hand to hold my wrists together against my lower back.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, slowly thrusting inside using my restrained hands to pull me into him, only loosen his hold in retreat and then immediately plunge forward again. “You have no idea how many nights I spent with my cock in my fist, trying to remember what it felt like to be inside you like this. But it was never quite like this. Taking you raw is a special kind of torture that will haunt me for years.”

As his pace increased, speech was impossible, only loud moans escaping my lips as he pushed inside me, over and over.

“That’s it, let me hear you scream,” he panted as he leaned over my back, roughly pulling me into his punishing thrusts. “Come all over me, sunshine. Squeeze my cock. Make me fill this greedy pussy.”

My entire body spasmed, milking him hard as I let go, screaming my release into the cushion in front of my face.

“Fuck, yes,” Nathan growled as his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, holding me in place as he thrust harder, finally stilling and groaning loudly as he came inside me.

I was panting as he slipped from my body, pulling me down against the couch cushions and laying beside me, wrapping his strong arms around my back.

“That was amazing,” he whispered into my hair, softly drawing his hand over the sweater still covering my back. “You’re so fucking sexy, Kelly. That was…”

His voice trailed off as I nuzzled his chest, soaking in the closeness of his embrace. I kept waiting for the regret to set in, the panic that I’d let things get out of hand. That I’d told him too much or shouldn’t have asked him to describe those filthy things, but it never came.

As my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep, I listened to the strong thrum of his heartbeat and let myself relax, knowing I was safe with him.

NATHAN

Connecticut

Kelly didn’t stir as I pulled her into my arms, standing from the couch and carrying her toward the guest bedroom where I knew she was staying during her time here. I felt a pang of sadness when I thought that even our time in this house had an expiration date.

We may have more time together this go-round, but after she completely destroyed me in a few weeks, I’d have to let her go back to her life in Chicago.

My blood still boiled as I thought about what that fucking douchebag Trent had done to her. Kelly might flirt and say borderline inappropriate things to me, but her career was her entire life. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind she behaved professionally while she was in the office. The thought of her sexually harassing someone was laughable at best.

As I leaned over to pull the covers down, her fingers gripped the hair at the back of my head, a soft whine escaping her lips. Some primal part of me loved the possessive way she touched me, digging her fingers into my skin or hair, unashamedly using me to bring herself both comfort and pleasure.

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