Page 11 of Pucking Dirty

I adjust my position, balancing her carefully as I slip a hand between our bodies. The second I feel the sticky juices coating her inner thighs, cum spills into my boxers.

I flick her panties aside, parting her slit with my thumb.

"Oh. Oh my god."

"You can call me your god if you insist, but Nash will do just fine," I tease, pressing my thumb to her clit. She's so fucking wet. So hot. Goddamn, where has she been all my life? I grind my thumb against her, nipping the shell of her ear at the same time. "Come on my fingers, Emilia. Let me feel it."

She falls forward, faceplanting against my shoulder. A second later, I feel her teeth in my skin, stifling her cries as she unravels in my arms.

I work her through it, dragging out every ounce of pleasure until she's mewling and shivering in my arms, her tits heaving against my chest.

Fuck, she's beautiful when she's coming.

I need to see it again.

I need to feel it again.

I need her coming all over me repeatedly for the foreseeable future.

I'm fucked on levels I can't even begin to comprehend right now.

"Perfect," I murmur, brushing my lips against hers in a sweet kiss before I slowly lower her to her feet. She sways against me as I slide her panties down her legs, stealing them before she has a chance to change her mind or argue about it. I catch a peep at her bare pussy and my dick throbs again.

Christ Almighty. I want to eat it…just bury myself between her thighs and never come up for air again. I can live on her pussy and orgasms, easy.

I carefully tuck her panties in my pocket, pulling her into my arms again before I give into the urge to drop to my knees and feast.

She opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off with a hard kiss, my heart pounding. If she says she regrets what just happened or that it shouldn't have happened…

"Nash," she whispers sweetly against my lips. "Can we do that again?"

The knot of anxiety growing in my stomach vanishes as I exhale a rough chuckle, kissing her again. "Fuck yeah. Anytime, anyplace, princess."

Chapter Three

Emilia

"You know I can drive, right?" I ask Nash, smiling as he bundles me into the passenger seat of his oversized truck and then leans across me to latch my seatbelt.

"You've been drinking." His hand glides down my thigh, sending heat ripping through me. I practically squirm in the seat, fighting the urge to whimper. The fact that I'm not wearing panties doesn't help. There's a whole flood happening down there right now.

"You weren't?" I ask.

"I had a quarter of a beer."

"Oh. I didn't drink much, either. I'm okay to drive."

His eyes come to mine, his expression somber. "Doesn't matter how much you had, princess. I'm not letting you get behind the wheel."

"Because of your parents," I whisper, my heart clenching as understanding dawns.

He jerks his head in a tight nod, his jaw pulsing as my seatbelt clicks into place. Even in the quasi-dark of the parking garage, there's no mistaking the grief and pain lingering in the depths of his eyes.

I reach up, placing my hand on his scruffy cheek.

His eyes come back to me, settling on my face.

"I'm so sorry you lost them, Nash," I whisper.

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