Page 80 of Her Dark Angel

I cry out once more, fisting the sheets so tight I fear I may tear them. The pressure of his tongue licking my pussy, and his fingers teasing my clit is quickly becoming too much. My vision blurs at the sides and my head begins to spin as I fast approach my release.

I’m seconds away from leaping off the edge when Nash pulls away, leaving me panting for more. I gaze over my shoulder just in time to see Nash shove his briefs to the floor and his hard cock spring free. My eyes widen at the sight.

“You’re not sticking that thing anywhere near me.” I’m not kidding when I say that is the biggest penis I have ever seen on a man. The sheer size of his throbbing length is intimidating, but the two silver piercings punctured through the head in the form of a cross makes my knees weak. “Of course you have a dick piercing.”

Nash chuckles and kneels on the bed behind me, his hands palming my ass still in the air. “Don’t worry, Kin, I’m not going to hurt you. Unless you ask me to, of course.” I focus on the chill of his rings grazing my feverish skin as he settles behind me and not the fact that I’m worried he’s going to split me in two. “Just breathe, okay?”

I close my eyes and relax my breathing.

In and out.

Slow and steady.

Nice and?—

“Shit!” I cry out the moment his cock slips between my folds, the large mass intruding on the small space. The sheets bunch between my fingers as I hold onto them for dear life, slowly accepting Nash into me. “Oh, my God.”

The metals balls on either end of the piercings graze my walls painfully slow. It’s an odd sensation that has me gasping for air like a fish out of water.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, his voice strained as he buries himself into me inch by inch. “Just keep breathing, okay?”

I cast my focus on my breathing, slowing it down enough that I don’t think my heart is going to burst through my chest anymore. The distraction seems to work because Nash bottoms out, hitting that spot deep inside me no one has ever been able to reach. I arch my back in response, crying out.

“That’s it, Kin,” Nash coos as he runs his fingers down my spine agonizingly slow. The same hand comes down on my ass cheek in a loud smack. “You take me so well, just like I knew you would.”

Nash drags his cock out of me, gliding against my walls, only to slam back into me. I whimper, my knuckles white from the grip on the bed sheets. Despite his size, the pain quickly subsides and pleasure takes over with each thrust. I must admit, the piercings hitting that spot deep inside is a pleasant surprise, bringing with it a whole new level of pleasure that nearly knocks me off my knees.

As he drives into me, I can’t stop the moans from slipping past my lips. If this is what sex is like with Nash Beck, I understand why women are lining up at his door to get a piece of him.

“Nash,” I groan, my face buried into the mattress.

His hand slaps my ass again, sending a shock wave of heat throughout my body. Deep grunts fall from his lips as he quickens the tempo of his thrusts. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to hit the perfect spot that drives me crazy.

The pressure building in my core is intense, throwing me closer to the edge as the seconds tick by. It’s hard to focus on my breathing when all I can hear is Nash grunting incoherent words under his breath.

He’s all I can think about.

If I didn’t have my face shoved into the mattress, I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off him.

“Shit,” he hisses as his grip tightens on my hips. I just know bruises will appear there by tomorrow morning. “I forgot to ask…”

“I’m on birth control,” I choke out, my breathing ragged.

Nash suddenly pulls out of me and an empty feeling washes over me. I’m about to protest his absence when I’m suddenly flipped on my back, my legs falling open. Mismatched eyes meet mine from above as Nash hovers over me, his pierced cock pressed against my entrance, teasing me.

“I want to see your face when you come on my cock, little devil. I want everyone in this fucking house to hear you cry out my name and know the reason why.”

Oh, my fucking God.

Nash holds my waist tightly as he slips back inside of me with ease. My back arches off the bed as my arms slide around his neck for support.

As Nash drives into me, I search his face, taking in the way his forehead creases slightly as if focused intently on what he’s doing, and the flexing of his abs with each thrust. His inky waves are slightly damp with sweat and falling over his eyes, making the shadows across his sharp features appear more haunting.

He truly is Satan, and I’ll gladly be burned by him if it means I get to relive this moment again.

As time ticks by, the pressure in my core builds at a rapid pace. The new position allows Nash to hit even deeper, sending stars dancing across my vision as I hold onto him for dear life. He lowers his face to my neck, his breath warm against my skin as he slams his hips against mine.

We’re both being so loud to the point if someone were to be standing on the other side of the locked door, they would hear everything happening in here.

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