Page 27 of Filthy Devil

At that moan, I part my lips, and I take him as far down my throat as I can. I’ve only done this a few times, so I’m no expert, but I’m going to give it the best I possibly can. He growls as I move my head back, almost releasing him, and then take him inside of me a little further.

On my fourth stroke, one of his hands finds my hair at the back of my head and grips the strands. I’m really getting into it—my hand is working the base of his length, the saliva from my mouth having covered him from root to tip, and I’m moaning, my eyes closed, enjoying every single second of this.

Until Nash flexes his hips forward before he pulls my hair a little to get my attention. Only then do I stop, and instantly, I wonder if I’ve done something wrong. He grins down at me, his face completely relaxed.

“Still, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck your mouth now, yeah?”

Oh. Yeah.

I want that.

And Nash gives me what I want.

NASH

The momentmy back begins to tingle, I know I have to pull out of her inviting mouth. I’m not going to come down her throat, not when she’s got a perfectly warm, wet cunt that I know feels like goddamn heaven on earth to come inside of.

Shifting my hips, I take a step backward, my eyes searching hers for a moment in silence. She lifts her hand, wiping the saliva from the corners of her mouth, her eyes full of desire.

Before I can tell her to undress, she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. I watch as the straps slide down her arms, then she shimmies out of her shorts and panties.

Fuck.

She’s perfection.

“Please,” she whispers.

She’s not acting, she’s not pretending, she’s not manipulating me, and if she is, I don’t give a fuck right now. Closing the short distance between us, I reach out and cup her cheek, running my thumb across her swollen bottom lip.

“What do you want?” I ask.

She flicks her gaze down to my dick, then slowly lifts it back to meet mine. I can’t stop my lips from curving up into a smirk. I’m glad she likes my dick. For however long she’s here, I have a feeling she’ll become well acquainted with it.

“You, Nash,” she whispers.

I hum and reach between her legs. Gliding two fingers between her folds, I groan at the wetness that greets me.

“You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart. Sucking my dick makes you that wet?” I ask.

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, tugging it before she releases the swollen flesh. “Yes,” she breathes.

Slipping two fingers inside of her heat, I curl them and watch as her eyes widen. Her breath hitches at the same time her hands fly to her tits, and she cups them. Fucking hell, I could not have created a better match in the bedroom if I tried.

“Ride my hand, James. Show me just how much you want to ride my dick. Give me a fucking show.”

And she does.

Her eyes open, they find mine, and she rides my hand. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I fight against jacking off as I watch her move. My balls ache, begging for release. I want to watch her come like this first though.

Then I want her to come on my cock.

Her hips buck as she grinds down, my thumb moves faster against her clit, harder, and then I watch as she comes. She grips her tits hard, her body stilling before goose bumps break out over her flesh, and then she begins to tremble.

I wish I could take a picture of her right now. She is breathtaking. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, trying to keep me inside of her while she comes down from her release. I don’t do that, though. I want to be inside of her—now.

Bending slightly, I touch my mouth to hers and slip my tongue inside of her, tasting her, tangling my tongue with her own. She moans, though I swallow the sound. Then I break the kiss, lifting my head as I try to decide how I’m going to fuck her.

I want to twist her up into a million different positions. I want it all, and I want it right fucking now. I’ve never been this twisted up when it comes to a woman before. I’ve also never wanted a woman nearly as badly as I want her.

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