Page 48 of Holding The Reins

I’m afraid I may come before he even slides his hand into my panties with the combination of his touch and words. My breathing is erratic and uneven. No one has ever talked to me like this—so forward, so direct, and fuck, if I don’t love every damn word.

“Nash…” I whine as I rock against his finger.

“Fuck, I love hearing my name on your lips. I can’t wait to hear you scream it.” He pushes my shorts and panties to the side and slides one large finger into my pussy. I shudder around him. I’ve never been so wet but my walls clench around him as he moves in and out of me while his thumb stays over my clit in tight little circles hurling me at record speed toward my climax.

“So fucking tight, Rae.” He marvels as he adds another finger and I gasp.

“I’ve never… come like this before,” I pant out. “But I… Nash… I think I’m going to.”

Nash smirks at me. “Of course you’re going to.” He pulls me closer, pushing even deeper into me. “You mean to tell me you’ve never come over a man’s fingers before?”

I shake my head no as I try to control my breathing. I’ve only come during sex and it wasn’t all the time. Andrew cared mostly about himself. Nash kisses my lips, never slowing down his fingers. I’ve been missing this? This is what it’s supposed to feel like?

“I’m gonna take care of you so well, Rae. All I think about is touching you, tasting you, burying myself in you,” he confesses as he continues to expertly work my pussy like he wrote the all-knowing playbook for making vaginas happy.

Nash slides me forward even further and plunges a third finger into me, curving them in such a way that I’ve never felt before, he holds me with his other hand at my hip securely, moving in and out of me and hitting a spot inside me that threatens to shatter me from the inside out every time he comes in contact with it with his thick digits. I’m dripping down his hand and he gives me no time to process what I’m feeling. But it’s so good… too good.

Only a few moments pass as my moaning grows louder, and I feel like I’m falling, spiraling, losing control as Nash fucks my pussy expertly with his fingers and circles my clit with my arousal and his thumb, timing all of it to my bucking hips the same way he kisses, perfectly calculated and perfectly chaotic.

I feel like I may die, lose control of my bladder, or even both at the same time as he moves his fingers into me one more time so deeply, then pulls them out as stars explode behind my eyelids. Electricity centers from every corner of my being, every nerve, every cell. He’s still circling my clit and I’m coming. Everywhere. What feels like an eternity passes as I come down from the dimension he just sent me to, whimpering into his chest as I rest my head on it.

“Look what a beautiful mess you made, Rae… so fucking pretty,” he says as I open my eyes and see both his hand and my floor soaked. He pulls his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean. It’s the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen a man do.

“So fucking sweet,” he mutters. “I can’t wait for you to come on my tongue.”

I’m so sensitive still, I try to return my breath to normal as he continues to give me no reprieve, using my arousal to skim over my slick entrance.

“Did I just…?” I can’t say the word, as my cheeks heat. I’m so embarrassed. I’ve never thought coming like that was possible for me. The feeling was unlike anything I could ever describe. The most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever felt.

“Yes, you did. I told you I’d take care of you and I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He lifts me off the counter and his lips find mine effortlessly as he carries me to my bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

His cock is rock hard and feels huge, still pressing into me as he lays me down on my bed and hovers over me, kissing me slowly, like he’s taking his sweet time. Staring down at me in the dim orange glow of my bedroom, he pulls my shorts and my soaked panties off and tosses them aside, lazily trailing his tongue down my body as he lifts me up just enough to pull my tank top off. I lay naked in the center of my bed. His eyes ravage me like this, but I don’t even feel self-conscious. I want him to look.

“Fuck, you’re so incredibly perfect,”

I say nothing, just kiss him in response.

“I have another rule of my own,” he says.

I nod. “Okay?”

“I’m always in control,” he growls.

“Well then, better make it count,” I say as he trails his tongue down my throat.

He chuckles into my skin. “You just imagine how many times you want to come and I guarantee, I’ll make you come more than that.” His words alone cause heat to flood my core again.

Lips crush against mine as he holds himself between my legs controlled, moving against me. His piercing blue eyes are too much, his wavy hair over his forehead. He’s so beautiful it hurts.

I search for friction against his hardened cock through his clothes as he undoes his shirt one button at a time. My mouth turns as dry as the Mojave desert when he pulls it off. He’s all abs and strong inked arms around me. On his chest is a large anchor and ornate cross wrapped in greenery with ancient writing, my mind can’t take it all in at once. Just as I’m getting used to that view, he stands, pulls his jeans off and kicks them aside, returning to the bed over me. Nash Carter almost naked is sensory overload. He’s a god and it hits me that in this moment, he’s all mine.

“Why do you have to be that perfect under these clothes?” I blurt without thinking.

Nash starts to laugh and whispers into my ear, “You’re asking me that? You’re a fucking work of art.”

He’s so strong, so powerful it turns me to putty in his hands. To say I want everything he’s about to give me is the understatement of the century.

Istare down at her, her chest rising with her breath, her beautiful, perfect tits on display in front of me and her sweet pink nipples hardened to points begging for my mouth. She’s even more incredible than I pictured in my mind so many nights since she’s been home; CeCe is living, breathing perfection. She bites her bottom lip and it sends a jolt of lust to my already rock-hard cock. Her silky-smooth skin under my hands sets me on fire and the taste of her skin? Fuck. It’s like a drug. She’s all sugary and sweet. I’m an addict stepping up for his fix.

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