Page 85 of Holding The Reins

“How badly you need me?”

“Yes, God, yes.”

“Last night, I wanted you a thousand times more,” he rasps at my neck and I mewl into him.

All of my senses are overstimulated and out of control, I start grinding into his hand. I’m searching for any friction he will offer me. Just as I’m about to beg again, he pulls one nipple into his hot mouth and I’m ready to come from the feeling of that alone.

“Nash,” I beg. “Please.”

“Please what, CeCe?” He pulls my other nipple into his mouth and the whole incinerating feeling starts again as his hot tongue soothes the freezing. “Please let you come? No. You can wait a little longer. But you can put one finger into that tight little cunt for me.”

I do as he commands and push my middle finger into my pussy.

“Show me how you fuck yourself when you’re alone, CeCe, because I know you do,” he says as he increases his pace on his cock. He nods his head once.

“Now, another,” he commands and I do just as he says. I push two fingers into my soaking pussy and moan as my head falls backward.

“Do you think about me while you make yourself come?”

“Yes, all the time,” I reply shakily.

“Fuck, yeah you do,” he groans.

It’s too much, the sight of him, where we are, his words, all of it. I’m going to explode. Nash pulls my hand away from my pussy and sucks my fingers clean of my arousal, his tongue making languid strokes over them so he doesn’t miss one drop. “So fucking sweet.”

I whimper as he begins to pump himself faster.

“Now, get on your knees, baby. Push those perfect tits together and stick out your tongue for me. Show me where you want my cum.”

I slide off the bar and drop to my knees before him. From this angle, he’s so big in every way, I feel so small compared to him and I’ve never wanted him more. He’s fucking glorious smirking down at me as he drags his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Atta girl, such a good little slut, begging for my cum. You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, and I am.

“This perfect pussy is mine whenever I want it. Isn’t it, CeCe?”

“Yes. It’s yours,” I cry out.

“Fucking right it is,” he growls.

I’m about to start grinding into my heel in search of friction as his legs tense and hot ropes of cum jut out fiercely all over my chest, my tongue, my neck, my chin as he groans, “Cecilia,” drawing my name out as he pumps himself to the point of empty.

He uses his thumb to drag cum from my chin as his breathing slows and shoves it into my mouth. I suck it off dutifully and he groans again.

“That’s my girl,” Nash whispers, kissing me softly on the lips. “Now we’re even. Just a little longer for you.”

After Nash pulls his jeans back on and cleans me off with a warm towel, he proceeds to start cleaning the bar top.

Watching every muscle under his skin contract as he cleans it makes me squeeze my thighs together while I dress. I’m still so sensitive and dying for his touch.

He acts like he has nothing but time.

When he’s satisfied with the counter and floor, he tosses his t-shirt over his head.

“Let’s go now,” he says as he kisses my cheek. I sulk, a little too openly. He chuckles and tilts my chin up so my gaze lands on his.

“Don’t worry Rae, I’ll let you come soon enough.” I humph as he grins wide and leads me out of the bar.

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