Page 29 of Wrangling Nash

“Where are we going?”

“To your house. So that I can fuck you the way I should have last weekend.”

Chapter 24: Jovie

The moment we got through my grandfather’s front door, Nash had lifted me up and pinned me against the wall. Between my legs he reached, unbuttoning my shorts, and setting me down only to rip them and my underwear from my body.

A finger slipped in between my thighs as he gently stroked my opening, “you're already ready for me," he praised, “just like last weekend you walk around constantly dripping.”

The way he’d looked while watching me at the bar - jealousy, anger, desire, like I was a meal and he was starving, had been all the foreplay I’d needed. I was soaked. Though lately, anytime I was around Nash I was aroused.

“I want you to ride me like that bull you were riding tonight,” he whispered as his lips sucked on the bare flesh of my neck before returning to my lips with an intensity that took my breath away.

When we broke apart again, he tossed me over his shoulder again and carried me back to the bedroom. I was grateful for the lift because I was starting to feel dizzy from the intensity of the moment.

Nash laid me back on the bed and then dropped to his knees in front of the edge, grabbing my legs and pulling me to the bottom of the bed. Without any warning, he buried his face inside me. His tongue flicked back and forth as his nose pressed firmly against my clit, increasing the sensations. My thighs instinctively clamped around his face, only intensifying things as I squirmed on the bed.

"No," Nash commanded as he reached up to pin me down with one of his strong arms and used the other to nudge my legs wider and hold me in place.

“You’re not getting away from this. You taste so sweet. Just like I expected, and I intend to enjoy this,” he murmured in between his sucks, his voice a raspy groan.

I could feel my orgasm building but I wasn’t ready to come just yet, I needed to see him and have him, inside of me now. An agonizing week of knowing how hard and long he was but not yet touching him. I sat up, pushed him backwards before crawling to the top of the bed. Nash’s eyes went wild like he was a child and I’d just taken away his lollipop.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

“I want you, inside of me. I want the first time I come tonight to be with you inside of me.”

A wide grin crossed his lips as he stood and in one swift sweep, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them to the ground, his massive cock slapped against his stomach, ready to go. He then reached up behind his back and yanked his shirt from his chest revealing the first 8-pack of abs I’d ever seen leading to a deep V.

Farm men. I thought as I began salivating.

His body had been sculpted by the sun and years of manual labor. Each muscle was carefully carved out, almost dissected from his bones.

I swallowed as my eyes moved downward towards his cock again, thick and throbbing as I watched him stroke it slowly with his hand and then reach over, pull out a condom from his phone wallet and sheath himself.

“Ride me, Jovie. Show me what it is that you like,” he said as he climbed up my body, scooped his hands around my waist and flipped me so I was now seated on top of him.

I glanced between my thighs at the mammoth of a cock pressed between us. He was bigger than anyone I'd ever been with, and I couldn't wait to have him filling me. Slowly, I lifted my hips, lining him up at my opening and then dropped down into him as hard as I could. My body expanded, adjusting to accept him but I didn’t make it the whole way.

Nash’s eyes lolled back at the sensation as he grabbed on to my hips to steady me.

“There’s on rush, we got all night,” he said in that country accent I loved.

I took his hands and placed them on my chest instead as I lifted again, this time I slammed back down with even more force as he sucked in his breath. I wanted to be in control of this ride. I wanted him to orgasm like I had last weekend. To feel the chemistry that has been between us.

“Shit, Jovie.”

My thighs gripped his waist tighter as I watched him come undone. Big, strong, masculine Nash. I was making him go wild the way he had made me as we’d worked beside each other in the hot Texan sun.

I’d forgotten that I was still wearing Clay’s cowboy hat until Nash paused me, reached up and with the flick of his wrist, knocked it off and on to the ground. “Though I’m into the whole cowgirl vibe you’ve got going on, from now on, you only wear my clothes and hats.”

I smiled back at him, lifted my hips again and bucked back down hard.

“Just like that, baby.” He murmured as he reached out, taking one of my breasts into his hand and caressing it, and then drew a line with his tongue towards my nipple where he bit down gently. I whimpered at the sensation as I raised my hips again, slamming down once more and rocking back and forth like he was Thunder Bullet.

By the fifth time, my voice was hoarse from calling out Nash's name, this time I ground back and forth as my clitoris brushed against the bits of stubble leading down to his cock, only heightening the sensations for me.

“I’m going to come, Nash.”

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