Page 40 of Filthy Devil

He grunts but doesn’t respond to my words, at least not verbally. Instead, his hands slide around to the front of my waist and his fingers gently glide up the center of my torso, sending chills of desire up my spine before those same fingers curl around my breasts.

I arch my back slightly, and my head falls between my shoulders. Then I feel his lips against the center of my throat before his tongue slides along my flesh. Straightening my head, I look into his eyes.

“I would say you’re about right. This is sweet as fuck, isn’t it?”

My lips curve up into a small smile. “Yeah, baby. It sure is.”

NASH

Releasing one of her breasts,I slip my hand between us. I can’t look away from her, even if I wanted to. There is nowhere else in this whole fucking world I’d rather look. I’m going to take in every goddamn second until she leaves me.

Because she will leave.

There is no way around it. She won’t stay here with me. I might not look like I’m old, but I fucking am. I know I’m at the point in my life where I’m decaying on the inside, and soon, she’ll see it as much as the truth. As a fact and as a reality.

She’s got her whole fucking life ahead of her, and I won’t last another thirty years. But while I have her, I’m going to enjoy every single part of her that she’s offering me. Her smile, her eyes, and her beautiful body.

James rides my fingers, searching for the release that she knows I can give her quickly. Her breath hitches, her hands flying to my shoulders and her nails digging into my cut at my shoulders.

I watch as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, her eyes focused on mine and nowhere else. I am her fucking world, and even though she doesn’t know it, she’s mine. Gliding my fingers through her folds, I feel her wetness coat my hand. She’s hot and wet, ready for more.

“Please, Nash. I’m so close.”

I smirk. Yeah, she’s close. I can see it in her half-closed eyes, hear it in her breathing, and smell it permeating from her cunt. Before I realize what’s happening, her hands are between us, tugging on my belt, then my jeans, and she frees me.

James lifts onto her knees, and I know what she wants. “You want your man inside of you?” I ask.

“God, yes,” she moans. “Filling me.”

And I give her exactly what she wants. Aligning her with the head of my cock, I watch as she sinks down along my length. Myfingers find their way to her hips again, gripping her there and keeping her fully seated on my cock.

“Stay still,” I gently warn.

“I need to move,” she whimpers.

I’m sure she does. I’m sure she feels the need to move a whole hell of a lot. But I don’t let her. Keeping her still, I look into her eyes. She begins to pant, her eyes wide and wild as she watches me.

She was close to her release before she sank down on my dick. She leans forward, her hands cupping my cheeks as she does, and then I feel her breath fan my face. She slides her hands to the back of my neck, and even though I told her to keep still, she doesn’t.

Her hips begin to rock back and forth, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier with each shift. The muscles in her arms begin to tremble. She’s climbing closer and closer as she continues to move. I can see the concentration on her face.

Sucking in a breath, she holds it as she moans, and then she lifts almost completely off me before she slams down—hard. When she comes, it’s on a whimper. Her eyes search mine. Her breath hitches, and every fucking muscle in her body tenses.

“Don’t stop now, sweetheart,” I urge.

Thank fuck, that gets her moving. Because I’m close to coming as well. Her hips buck, her back arches, but her fingers continue to grip the back of my neck as she rides me. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.

And that’s when I come.

Hard.

Goddamn, I see stars. She collapses on top of me, burying her face in my neck as she catches her breath. Lifting my hands, I run my fingers through her hair. Keeping her close to me.

“I have to run down to the club today and then check on a couple other things. You’ll be good here alone?” I ask.

She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine, and I watch as her brows knit together in a frown. “Where are you going?”

I should tell her it’s none of her fucking business, but I can see the uncertainty in her eyes. Clearing my throat, I give her as much information as I can. A club of old fucks that should be retired or not, we’re still a working club, and some things are club business.

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