Page 117 of Defending her Heart

“You want my naked cock?”

“You know I do.”

“Don’t move.”

I hear the rustle of clothing, and my body is cold but burning for his touch. It takes too long for him to strip, and I start to roll over.

“I told you not to move.”

Because it’s fun to taunt him, I sit up. “What are you going to do about it?” He’s buck-ass naked now, and I take all of him in. All the muscles. All the perfection. All the holy-giant-penis.

I mean, I’ve seen him before. I’ve had him in my mouth, in my pussy many times. But tonight, he looks lethal. Like he can literally ruin my pussy. I lick my lips and reach for him.

“Kendall,” he warns.

“Let me lick you like you licked me.”

“No fucking way.” He lifts me by my arms and picks me up, resting his hands under my ass. “As soon as those pretty lips touch my cock, I’ll blow my load in two-point-two seconds. I’m starving for you, Kendall.”

“Then feed off me.” I hook my ankles behind his back and lift myself over his cock.

“Fuck.” Nash spins me and crosses the room, roughly impaling me with his cock and driving me into the back of his door. “Fuck, Kendall. Did I hurt you?”

“Do it again, Nash. I want you to lose control.” I hold onto his head and bring my mouth down on his while he slams into me over and over again.

I feel the walls of my pussy spasming already. He tears his mouth from mine and flings his head back and roars as he pushes harder and deeper until I can feel the tip of his cock bumping against my uterus.

“Nash.” I grip him tighter everywhere. My legs. My feet. My hands. My pussy.

Beads of sweat cover our bodies and he slips his hand between us, finding my clit. It takes one simple touch to set me off again. I want Nash to find his orgasm as well, but as soon as I come down from mine, he pulls out of me and drops me on the bed. He flips me again onto all fours, but this time I’m on the bed and my feet aren’t on the floor.

“Don’t move.”

“Are you going to punish me again if I do? Because if that’s the worst you can do—”

He slams into me again and my head smacks into the headboard.

“Fuck. Shit. Kendall. I’m sorry.” He sits back on his knees, pulling me with him so I’m sitting in his lap backwards. “Are you okay?”

“I’m so better than okay.” I reach behind me and loop my hands around his neck and ride his cock.

Nash’s hands find my tits and squeeze. He rubs them in his palms then finds my nipples and tugs. I ride him faster, harder, my tits bouncing as I buck off him. Then as quickly as he entered me, he slips out and flips me again.

He hovers over me and stares into my eyes. “You’re perfect, Kendall. Fuck, I love you so much.” He covers my mouth with his and this time he enters me slowly.

I curl into his body, my legs and arms wrapping around him, never wanting to let him go. He makes love to me slowly, sliding in and out at the same pace as his tongue. This time I don’t urge him to go faster or harder.

Frantic fucking is amazing. Euphoric. But making love to Nash Humphries is something else completely. I feel cherished. Appreciated. Adored.

Loved.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

NASH

Waking up with Kendall wrapped around me, her head on my chest, is one of the best feelings in the world. Almost better than sex.Almost.If I could hold her close to me like this forever, I would.

I can.

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