Page 15 of Filthy Devil

My hips move hard and fast, my pelvis grinding against her clit with each and every downstroke until I climb toward the edge of my own climax. My lower back tingles and my balls draw up.

I bury myself deep inside of her and stay planted until I come. It’s hard and fast. It consumes my entire body. A roarescapes my mouth, a guttural roar that bounces off all of the stainless steel in this kitchen.

I plant my face against the side of her throat, my fingers tighten in her hair, my arms flex around her, and for the first time in my long fucking life, I feel—whole.

My heart races, and it takes me a few moments to catch my breath. I’m not as young as I used to be, and that, combined with the fact that I’ve never felt these sensations before in my life, takes me a minute to come down.

Lifting my head, I look into her eyes, still panting. I’m too old for this shit, and yet, I want to do it again. I wish I could get hard immediately again and start all over.

When I release her hair, she straightens as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Then she slides her fingers through my beard at my jaw, tugging on my beard hair as she does. She releases her lip and smiles up at me.

“Wow,” she breathes.

“Not too bad for an old man,” I agree with a chuckle.

She shakes her head as her gaze searches mine. “How old are you, Nash?”

I think about lying to her or maybe not answering her, but then I decide I don’t give a fuck. I’m old. I got gray hair, and there’s no hiding that. Cupping her cheek, I slide my thumb across her bottom lip, my gaze never leaving hers.

“I’m fifty-six, sweetheart.”

She doesn’t look shocked. Her eyes don’t even widen. Instead, she shrugs a shoulder, then nips the pad of my thumb with her teeth. Taking a step back, I slip out of her before I bend slightly and tug my jeans back up.

“Old man,” she murmurs.

Her voice comes out all breathy. It’s hot as fuck. She’s hot as fuck. A mess on this counter, her legs spread and her pussy wet with my cum and on display. Reaching forward, I extend myfingers and slide them through her center before I lift them to James’s lips and paint them.

“Yeah. I know I’m too fucking old for you, for this.”

James wraps her fingers around my wrist and opens her mouth. I watch as she sucks my finger inside. Her tongue swirls my digit, and if I were twenty years younger, I’d probably be hard again.

It’s sexy as fuck.

She shifts her head back slightly, her eyes finding mine as I slip my finger from her mouth. “I’m pretty sure what we just did proved that age is nothing but a number,” she rasps.

Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. “That’s what all the young people say,” I mutter.

She laughs before she hops down from the counter, and then I watch as she makes us breakfast. Her dark hair is pulled up into a messy bun, and she looks so fucking adorable. I have no fucking clue what I’m going to do with her.

If I were a better man, I would keep her for myself right here and now. Claim her as my own and make her my old lady. But I’m not a good man.

CHAPTER

SIX

NASH

“You need clothes,”I announce.

James’s fork is suspended in the air, her eyes wide as she stares across the counter at me. “And a hairbrush,” she states.

It’s my turn for my eyes to widen. Her hair is messy, but it doesn’t look bad, not that I know a fucking thing about women’s hair.

“And a hairbrush,” I mutter.

“Am I on some kind of lockdown or something?”

“Why?” I ask.

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