Page 74 of Filthy Devil

His hand pats mine at his waist. When I release my hold on him, he turns around in my arms. He dips his chin, his eyes searching mine. Wordlessly, he touches his lips to mine. Parting my lips, I whimper when his tongue fills me.

Our tongues tangle, and I taste him. He’s perfection, this man in front of me. He’s so tall and strong. So commanding that I want to climb him and stay wrapped around him so he will never leave.

Nash may have fallen first, but I’ve fallen harder. I know I have because there is no way in hell that he loves me as much as I do him. I’m completely obsessed with him, with every single piece of him.

When he breaks the kiss, his forehead rests against mine as he catches his breath. I do the same. My palms are against his chest as I tip my head backward to look up into his eyes. I bite the inside of my cheek as my gaze searches his.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks.

No.

No, I am absolutely not ready to go.

What I am is absolutely ready for this man to be buried so deep inside of me that I think he might actually become part of my body. I want that. I want it right now. But instead of telling him all of that, I just give him a small smile.

“Sure,” I exhale.

His brows snap together in confusion. He reaches for my waist and picks me up, turning me around before he sets me down on the counter. My ass slams against the countertop, but it doesn’t hurt. In fact, he could do this every single day of my life, and I would be the happiest woman in the world.

I feel his hand glide down my shorts, beneath my panties, and then his fingers touch my pussy. Closing my eyes, I feel them glide through my center, swirling my clit, causing my entire body to hum with energy with what’s to come—me. I’m what’s to come, and I’m so ready for it.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs.

I ignore him, knowing he’s probably going to say that we need to leave again. Sure, he wants to go for a ride, but all I want to do is ride him… hard. Or maybe he can ride me. I don’t really care how it happens.

I don’t think he understands just how obsessed I am with him.

Nash chuckles and lifts his head slightly. Opening my eyes, I look up at him as his fingers continue to work between my legs. I don’t want him to stop, not that I ever do. If I could stay in bed with Nash forever, that’s exactly what I would do.

“Fuck me, Nash,” I whisper, leaning forward.

Touching my mouth to his, I use my teeth to tug on his bottom lip. He lets out a groan, his fingers slipping inside of me and curling.

God.

So damn good.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks.

I practically moan but bite back the sound, just barely. Widening my eyes, I try to give him the most innocent yet pleading look I can muster. If he doesn’t buy it, he doesn’t call me on it. Instead, he gives me a smirk.

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you. Jump down, turn around, and stick your pretty ass out for me.”

He takes a step backward, and I watch as he unbuttons and then unzips his jeans. Inhaling a shaky breath, I slide off the edge of the counter and shimmy my own shorts down, along with my panties, my eyes never leaving his.

“Turn around, James,” he says, his voice deep and his tone so serious that I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from whimpering.

Spinning around, I grip the edges of the counter, spread my legs, and tip my hips for him. He grunts, his feet moving toward me before he stops so close that I can feel the heat from his body, but he’s far enough away that he’s not actually touching me.

I want his touch.

“Please,” I exhale.

Then I feel the head of his cock against my center. He grips my hips, tugs them back, and then he’s inside of me with one single thrust. Together, we moan, and he does exactly what I begged him to do.

He fucks me.

Hard.

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