Page 88 of Holding The Reins

She moans and whispers something like, “I need to.”

I prop myself beside her and take in the show before me. Her hair is fanned out around her as her fingers slide into her panties and she moans. I pull her hand up and find the fingers glistening with her arousal. I suck the sweet nectar into my mouth and my dick throbs, begging to be freed. I pull her panties off and spit just above her already dripping pussy as she whines my name in response. I slide her finger back down, adding pressure with my own digit just to drive her even more crazy.

“Rub that in and fuck yourself with those sweet little fingers. Get yourself good and ready for my cock. I want to hear you scream my name when I let you come.”

“Nash…” CeCe whines. “I need—please.”

I tilt her chin to fix her gaze on me. “I know, little one.”

She nods then whimpers, continuing to fuck herself—one finger, then two—shamelessly wild, natural and fucking incredible.

“You’re doing such a good job,” I say as I hear how wet she is while her fingers work. After only a few moments, I’ve seen enough. I need to taste her. “I’ll let you come now. Is that what you want?”

“Fuck, yes… please,” she begs.

I swipe her hand to the side, replacing her tiny fingers with my own. I give her no gentle ease, pushing my first two fingers into her tight wet heat and sucking her clit into my mouth, groaning over her because she’s the fucking sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I pull them out then thrust back into her as deep as I can, and crook them to massage her favorite spot, keeping my tongue and lips on her clit as she goes fucking ballistic above me. Not even one minute passes as she writhes above me, completely out of control.

“Nash, oh God…” CeCe screams as she comes undone, soaking the bed and me.

“That’s it, my messy girl,” I murmur as her whole body spasms around me, but I don’t stop. I keep sucking and licking and fucking her with my fingers until she’s a whimpering pool for me, and then stand, removing the rest of my clothes and grace her tight heat with the head of my cock.

I slide over her, taking in the sight of her, desperate for me. I don’t even think about a condom, I’ll never wear one with her ever again, not after feeling her without one.

“I’m not above begging,” she breathes out.

“So fucking beg,” I say as I give her an inch of my cock. Fuck, even that is enough to cripple me.

She moans and whines, “Fuck, Nash. I’m begging you to fuck me.”

“Ask nicely, Cecilia. Say please.” I grin wickedly.

The fire returns to her eyes, I recognize it now and I fucking love it.

“Please, please fuck me, Mr. Carter, sir.” She bats her lashes at me like a sweet, southern belle and I instantly cave.

I didn’t even stand a fucking chance. She wins.

Driving into my beautiful cunt, CeCe screams my name as I take ownership, just like I wanted.

“Too full… so full,” she pants.

Her body lets me in and squeezes me out all at the same time and it’s fucking miraculous.

“No, baby…” I huff out. “Just full enough. Your body was made for me. You take my cock so fucking well.”

I drive into her over and over, kissing her lips, slowing my pace, savoring her, worshipping her, offering her gentle, caressing movements with my hands and lips to counter the force in which I fuck her with.

I anchor myself between her legs and just look down at her, her eyes are closed as she moans and readies herself to come for the second time. My greedy fucking girl. CeCe’s hands move though my hair and pull just enough on the strands to turn me primal. I search her mouth with mine as the heat and pressure licks up my hips and spine.

Her rhythm matches mine beneath me effortlessly and it’s fucking magic. It’s the fireworks and violins you hear about. It’s fucking otherworldly. Her eyes meet mine, time stops and she smiles at me, breaking me, reducing me to nothing more than hers.

“Come with me, baby,” she coos, and then I’m free falling. Her pussy clenches around me, begging to siphon my release. Her eyes fall closed again and I do something I’ve never done.

I close mine too.

I let it happen, for the first time in my life, I just let go. There is only her as I spill into her with her name repeatedly on my lips. She forces every last drop from me as I try to steady myself over her and kiss her, holding her like she’s the anchor inked onto my chest.

This has gone way beyond fucking.

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