Page 14 of Filthy Devil

His fingers continue to work between my legs, holding me on the verge of an orgasm but not letting that release consume me yet. I’m about to beg again, but he speaks before I can say another word.

“This happens. You need to know that it can’t last. I won’t make you an old lady. This can’t be anything more than what it is right now.”

I get what he’s saying. But at the same time, I don’t believe him. Call me naive. Call me stupid. But the way he looks at me, the way he sees me, I know there is more to this than a one-time fuck like he’s trying to make it seem—I’m going to make sure of that.

“Yeah, we don’t even know one another, Nash. This is just to feel alive. This is because we’re insanely attracted to each other. This isn’t emotional.”

I’m a liar.

A whole-ass liar.

Because I am going to ingrain myself in this man’s life. I am going to be everything he wants—a freaking fantasy.

I’m going to ensure my safety.

And eventually, hopefully, I’ll be able to figure out just what the hell I’m going to do with my life. But for now, I’m going to enjoy the way this beautiful man makes me feel.

Because,holy shit, it’s good.

NASH

All I wantto do is fuck her—hard.

And I plan on doing just that.

Slowly, I ease myself inside of her, burying my cock to the root. Keeping my thumb against her clit at the same time. Removing my other hand from her tit, I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck.

I keep my eyes focused on hers as I roll my hips and begin moving in and out of her slowly. She’s warm and wet, fucking perfect, and if I could stay right fucking here buried inside of her, I would, maybe even forever.

Her breath hitches with each stroke. Letting out a groan, I circle her clit. I want to feel her cunt clamp down around me and strangle my cock. Lowering my forehead, I rest it against hers with a sigh. She lifts her leg, hooking her calf around my waist.

Sweat breaks out in a light sheen over my skin. I am trying really fucking hard to control my release, but I’m so goddamn close to losing my load I could come right this fucking minute.

“I’m so close,” she breathes.

Me fucking too.

Her warm breath slides across my face. She’s so fucking sweet. Too goddamn sweet for me. I know she is, but that doesn’t stop me from continuing to take her. I want to feel her pussy clamp down around me.

I want to fuck her until she screams.

I want the goddamn world to know that it’s me who can make her scream.

My fingers tighten against her throat, firmly holding her there but careful enough not to hurt her. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. I want to watch her come. Her eyes widen, her lips part, and my hand squeezes a little tighter.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to her ear. “Sweetheart, I want to feel your pussy squeeze my dick.Come.”

That’s all it takes. A little dirty talk does the trick. She comes. I stare into her eyes, watching as she comes. It’s so fucking beautiful. Her lips are parted, her eyes close, and her body trembles.

Fuck. Me.

Gorgeous.

I don’t stop moving. As much as I want to pause and watch her finish, I can’t. I’m on the goddamn verge of losing complete control. Releasing her throat, I slide my hand around the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck, and tug her head back slightly.

James’s back arches, her hardened nipples showing beneath my T-shirt. Fuck me, but that looks good. Really fucking good. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to the hollow of her throat and suck.

Her hands fly to my shoulders, and I feel her nails dig into me through my shirtsleeves. Shifting my hand from between us, I place my palm against the center of her arched back.

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