Page 83 of Filthy Devil

NASH

Feelingthe front of her body pressed against my back, I guide the bike through the dark side streets. James’s hands slide down my chest before they grip my belt. Then her fingers work my buckle, and one of her hands slips beneath my jeans. When her fingers curl around my cock, I know I need to pull over—immediately.

The road is dark and empty, exactly what I was hoping when I used this route to the restaurant. It takes a few minutes longer to go this way, but the road is much more isolated. And I’m fine with taking a few minutes longer as long as we’re alone.

Once I pull the bike over to the side of the road, James slides her hands from my pants. That’s when I turn around in my seat to face her. I don’t bother putting my dick away, mainly because I’m going to be using it here in just a few seconds.

Leaning back against the handlebars of my bike, I reach for her. Thankfully, she scoots forward, lifting the skirt of her dress to her hips. Even though it’s dark, I can still see her black panties against her creamy skin, hiding exactly what I want.

“Move your panties to the side, sweetheart. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing them.”

“You’re so nasty,” James whispers.

“Damn fucking right I am.”

She does what I ask, shimmying her skirt up even higher, then she shifts her panties to the side before moving forward so she’s straddling my hips and her pussy is aligned with the head of my cock.

Slowly, she sinks down along the length of my cock, taking me fully inside of her without a single word. Our eyes are connected, and even in the dark, I can see her—all of her. She gives that to me, my woman.

My fingers grip her waist as I keep her seated along my length. Closing my eyes, I try not to move at all, knowing that I’m way too close to losing my load any fucking second. As much as I want to come right now, there’s no way I could leave her hanging like that.

“God, you feel so good,” James whispers, shifting her face forward so she can touch her lips to mine.

And she rides me just like that. Her lips are touching mine, the kiss not deepening as her hips roll, and she fucks me—expertly as only she can. Sliding my hands up her sides, I wrap my arms around her back. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she breathes against my lips, harder and faster as she climbs higher and higher.

Gliding my hands down to her ass, I grip her there tightly, spreading her cheeks slightly as she continues to move. Fuck, I’m seconds from exploding inside of her. Then James shifts her head back slightly so she can look into my eyes again.

“I’m going to come, Nashville,” she whispers, her voice breathy and sexy as fuck.

Gripping her ass harder, knowing that my fingertips are going to leave bruising there, I urge her body to move faster.She does. But she also grinds her clit against my pelvis harder. Letting out a groan, I can’t do anything but stay as still as possible, or I’m going to come before she does.

Fuck me.

And she does—hard.

It’s fucking perfect, just like she is.

When she comes, she lets out a gasp before her entire body freezes. Her muscles seem to lock into place, the expression on her face frozen as she sits perfectly still. I can’t let her just sit like that on top of me, though.

I am so fucking close to my own orgasm that I physically cannot let her bask in this moment. I feel like I’m about to lose my goddamn mind. Using my grasp on her ass, I move her the way I need, just enough to send me over my own edge.

And it does. And she does. I feel her pussy continuing to pulse around me, milking my cum from my cock. And when my balls draw up and my lower back tingles, I know it’s time. My orgasm rolls through me like the sweetest fucking thing on this goddamn earth.

James slides her hands from my shoulders to my chest, her gaze still focused on mine. Neither of us speaks, our eyes locked on one another’s, nothing but the wind whirling around us and the sound of the cicadas in the distance.

“Fuck me, James,” I groan.

She laughs softly, the wind carrying her laughter away with it. “I already did,” she rasps before she leans forward and touches her mouth to mine. Her tongue slides across the seam of my lips, then slips inside of me. She tastes me, and I her, wishing I could taste every inch of her instead of just her mouth.

Breaking the kiss, she gives me a grin, then starts to move off me, but I don’t let her, at least not yet. Gripping her ass a little tighter, I clear my throat as I watch her for a long moment.

“Nobody will touch you, not ever again, James. I swear that shit to you on my life. You aren’t theirs to have because you belong to me.”

Her lips curve up into a small smile. “I love you, Nash. Every single part of you.”

“Yeah,” I grunt. “Love you, too, sweetheart. Which is why nothing will ever fucking touch you again. Now let’s go get something to eat. I’m starving.”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, then slides off me. I hate the loss of her, wishing that her warm wet heat could have stayed right where I fucking wanted her, but we can’t ride on my bike to town with her on my dick. At least not without some practice first.

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