Page 38 of Filthy Devil

Crawling onto the bed, I reach out, wrapping my fingers around her wrist. Gently, I guide her hand away from her pussy. Flicking my attention from her face to her cunt, I stare at her pink damp pussy, taking it in and knowing it’s mine.

“What do you want?” I demand.

Her trembling exhale fills the air, but I don’t look away from her spread legs. “You, Nash,” she whispers.

“Yeah?” I ask, and she hums in response.

“What do you want from me?” I ask.

She doesn’t skip a beat. Not a fucking second. “I want you to make me feel good because you’re the only one who can make me feel that way.”

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

“Yeah, James. You want my mouth, my cock, or my fingers first?”

Because she can have them all any goddamn time she wants them. Maybe I could see how bitches could manipulate someone. Because I would do just about anything for this woman in front of me. I’ve already killed for her, and I’d do it again without blinking. I would fucking slay goddamn dragons for her if that’s what she needed me to do.

“I just want to feel you, Nash. I don’t care how that comes.”

“As long asyoudo,” I say with a chuckle.

She lets out a low, breathy moan. “I need you.”

I’m sure she does. In all fairness, I need her, too. My balls ache, and my dick is begging me to be inside of her. I need the same relief she does. Releasing her hand, I reach down and grip the back of her thigh, spreading her a little farther. Her arm moves backward, her elbow stabilizing her.

My hips shift forward as I align myself with her center and slowly slide inside of her. “Stay up like this. I want you to see just how I fill you, sweetheart.”

Her lips part slightly, then she tips her chin and looks down her torso to where our bodies are connected. Slipping my hand between us, I press my thumb against her clit and begin to move it in slow, firm circles.

“Nash,” James whispers. “That feels so good.”

With a grunt, I move my thumb faster and harder, and I don’t look away from her face. I watch her, wanting to see every fucking emotion that crosses her features. When her body trembles, I know she’s close.

Then she begins to buck, fucking me as I stay as still as possible, my own resolve slipping with each and every roll of her hips. But I want her to come before I move. I want to feel her cunt milk me.

“Oh god, Nash. I’m going to come,” she cries out.

I know it’s genuine because it’s this guttural cry that bounces off the walls around me, and then I feel it. I feel her pussy clamp down around me before it pulses. Trying to milk my cum from my own body.

As if on cue, I pull my hips back, pulling almost completely out of her and then slam back inside. Moving my hand from her cunt, I curl my fingers around the back of her thigh, and I hold her open as I fuck her.

It’s harder than I’ve ever fucked her. I can’t help myself. My control has completely dissolved. I have to own her. Every fucking piece of her. Which means I need to be inside of her. Irrationally, I feel the need to fuck her so fucking hard that she feels me for days. I want her sore, always, so that she never forgets that her cunt belongs to me.

So I do just that.

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

JAMES

Stretching,I roll to the side and whimper. To say that I’m sore is a complete understatement. I hurt from hair to toes, and my lips curve up into a smirk because I like it. A lot. In fact, I wish I could be this sore all the time. I’ve never felt so at peace as I do with this man.

Being with him, being his. If you had told me just a few weeks ago that I would be where I am now, I would have called you a liar. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would not only be here but also be happy. And I am. So damn happy I can hardly breathe.

Sitting up, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and stand, moaning as I stretch my sore muscles. I grin and let out a heavy sigh. Not for any other reason than I feel absolutely amazing.

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