Page 51 of Holding The Reins

Fucking right, she’s too full but it’s unparalleled. She’s molded to me in a way I’ve never felt in my life. Every single part of her fits with me perfectly, we’re like a goddamn lock and key.

Her eyes are full of fire as I look down at her.

“Fuck me like you mean it now, Nash.”

Have I said? This fucking woman.

I kiss her lips. “Better hold on, baby.”

She slides her fingers through my hair as I kiss her, and then I start moving. There’s no way I’m not hurting her but she takes my full depth like the little warrior she is. I push every thought from my mind and let my body completely take over. I fuck her for every moment I’ve thought of her like this. Every moment she’s been home when I’ve thought of nothing else, but she just feels too fucking good. So instead, I picture every single unsexy thing I can think of—the team locker room, sandwiches, the entire Stars roster, cleaning the barn—anything to just make the moments last longer. Every part of me is feral for her. The headboard rocks against the wall as I push her body up the bed further with every deep thrust. I feel her pussy clamping down around me and I know she’s close to coming again, drawing my release forward every time I move inside her.

CeCe’s moans are loud and uncontrolled, and we’re both covered in a layer of sweat as I somehow find the will to slow my pace down, to settle into the rhythm of stalling her orgasm, staying buried in her for a beat or two longer than I should before I drag myself out. I grip her thigh tightly in a bruising hold, taking a few moments to just enjoy her, to kiss her lips, to just ingrain this feeling into my mind for eternity. I never want it to end. Her hair all around her, her plump, full lips swollen from kissing me, her watering eyes as I fill her. Nails dig into me as she closes in on her high, clawing down my arms as she moans and whimpers illegible words. I’m sure she’s drawing blood from my shoulders and that pain heightens all the pleasure I’m feeling, taking it to a level I’ve never experienced before.

“If you come, I come,” I say.

She whines and then moans my name. “Then come with me, Nash.”

And it does me in. Her whole body spasms around me and pulls my release from me as my vision goes static and I spill into the condom with a force like no other. I move and jerk inside her, as I kiss her, letting her pull forth every last drop I have.

“You’re fucking paradise, Cecilia,” I whisper as I kiss her, knowing there’s not a fucking chance that just one night of her will ever be enough.

Iam going into panic mode because Nash Carter is inside of me. Nash, who I’ve known most of my life and always sort of kind of drooled over from afar, especially lately. Nash—who I work for and the man who doesn’t date, but sleeps with women for sport—just gave me the most mind blowing sexual experience of my life. My poor pussy is so abused, yet so desperately in love with Nash Carter’s cock.

I lie here looking up at the ceiling, just trying to memorize this feeling of fullness. It’s worth all the regret I’m probably going to have to face tomorrow. Just sex. One night to get it out of our systems.

“Your freight train of a cock just assaulted me,” I whisper into his shoulder.

“You asked for it, Rae,” he replies, smirking over me.

He is the most stunning specimen of a man I’ve ever seen, even in this dim light.

He pulls out of me finally, leaving me feeling hollow. We both breathe out a moan when he does. Nash makes quick work of getting rid of the condom and then flops down on the bed beside me and for a short time, we just let our breathing return to normal.

“So… I don’t have one-night stands. Like, ever. What happens now? Do you leave?” I ask awkwardly.

Nash rolls over and props himself up on his elbow. He looks amused and grins at me, his strong inked arm supports his head as he reaches across and brushes my hair from my sweaty forehead, tucking it behind my ear.

“CeCe, I’m not leaving. The night’s not over yet,” he says as he kisses my forehead.

I eye him suspiciously, but secretly love the idea of him staying here.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, pulling me to my feet.

Lightheadedness takes over my body as I grip him to steady myself.

“You okay?” he asks

The fuzziness leaves my head as I get used to standing.

“Yes.” I look up at him and he’s smirking at me with the world’s most satisfied look on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask. “Is it because you just fucked me into a dizzy stupor with your ginormous dick?”

He nods, satisfied with my description. “Yup,” he answers simply, popping the P.

“Yes, it is just my luck you have the world’s most perfect cock, blah, blah, blah,” I say as we make our way to the bathroom.

He nuzzles into the back of my neck.

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