Page 20 of Pucking Dirty

"Better share those reasons if you don't want him to catch me fucking you dirty against the wall, Emilia."

She sobs my name, pushing back against me in blatant invitation.

I slip my hand between her body and the wall, growling at how wet she is. She fucking loves this, as much as she wants to pretend otherwise. This right here is exactly where she wanted to end up. And I'm too goddamn hooked on her not to give her exactly what she wants.

What is she doing to me?

Ruining me. She's ruining me is what she's doing.

And not a single part of me cares one goddamn bit. Let her do it. She can have whatever pieces of the wreckage that she leaves behind. I'm pretty fucking certain they'll all belong to her anyway. Hell, I'm not entirely sure they don't already belong to her.

"Nash, please," she pleads. "Please."

"What do you want, Emilia? Tell me."

"Fuck me!" she cries.

And that right there? That tells me she's ruined too. She may not want her father to know about us, but she's too damn helpless to the storm raging between us to push me away. She wants me, just as badly as I want her. Enough to risk getting caught. Perhaps, enough to risk everything.

"Tell me what you're hiding," I growl against her ear as I press two fingers inside of her. The wet squelch of her cunt is sweeter than any music. So are her cries of ecstasy.

She writhes against me, babbling incoherently as I keep her pinned to the wall, fucking her with my fingers. My lips run down her neck, my dick against her ass.

"Tell me, Emilia. What are you so afraid of?"

"Losing this!" she cries, surrendering to me.

I press my lips to her throat, breathing her in. "You think I'm going anywhere, baby girl?" I grind my thumb against her clit. "You think anyone can stop this? Hell no."

"Nash," she whimpers.

"Come," I demand, giving her exactly what she's pleading for…exactly what we both want.

She throws her head back, her pussy clamping around my fingers as she shatters apart. My name rolls from her lips in a decadent moan that has my balls throbbing. Fuck. There's no better sound than her. There's no better sight than her. There's nothing better than her, period.

She falls limp against me, plastered to the wall.

"Nash, I–"

The doorbell rings cutting her off.

She immediately tenses in my arms, whipping her head toward the bedroom door. There's absolutely no mistaking the look of fear that crosses her face.

Motherfucker.

She's genuinely afraid for Coach to find out about us. I may be a lot of things, but capable of hurting her isn't one of them. If she isn't ready for this…I can't force her into it. I'd rather back off for now and have pieces of her than push her into something and end up with none of her.

I'm not giving up, though. Fuck that noise. There isn't any hiding what we are together. I'll give her this reprieve. But after that? All bets are off.

I press a soft kiss to her throat, slowly withdrawing my fingers from her body. "Get dressed," I murmur. "I'll slip out the back."

"Really?"

"Yeah." I tip her chin up, kissing her hard and deep before I step away. "But this isn't over. Don't think it is."

The overwhelming gratitude in her eyes damn near brings me to my knees. This fucking girl… Jesus Christ, she's going to own me exactly like she said she wanted.

And I'm going to let her do it.

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