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And, if she doesn’t, I’m about to show her.
I make it back home in record time, the excitement almost getting the best of me. There’s a chance I ran a red light or two back there, but the legality of my ride is of little concern to me. Nellie is the only thing on my mind. I park my motorcycle in its usual spot, leaving my helmet hanging off the edge.
I practically run up the driveway and put my key in the lock. While I open the door, the entryway is silent. Slowly, I push the heavy wooden door open, and then Nellie is revealed to me. She’s a few feet back from the door, on her hands and knees just like I requested. She has on the blindfold, and her lush ass is pointed my way, revealing that pink slit between her thighs. It’s already dripping and swollen with anticipation, which I love.
I close the door behind me, and Nellie turns her head in the direction of the sound.
“Nash,” she breathes. I don’t answer, dropping my bag on the floor. It makes a loud thump. Nellie slightly jumps at the sound but stays in her spot. I take my shoes off next, letting them hit the floor in a similar fashion.
Nellie’s breathing picks up, her breasts swinging back and forth. I’m already hard looking at her sexy body waiting for me to devour it. If I was a lesser man, I’d grab her ass and bury myself deep inside her this instant, but I’m here to savor this moment.
“Do you know why you’re on the floor?”
I’m walking around her, getting an eyeful.
“No.”
“No?” I ask.
“No,” she repeats. I see a quick smirk. It’s something she tries to hide, but Nellie isn’t fast enough.
So, she wants to play.
That’s okay. I can play.
“Well, you’ve been a very bad girl, and I need to teach you a lesson.”
“What are you going to teach me?”
I don’t say anything, taking a moment to kneel down in front of her. Her head is turned towards me, eyes covered. Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, swiping along it before disappearing.
I place my finger under her delicate chin, lifting up her head. Her throat moves when she swallows, and then she lets out soft breath. Her beauty is like a chokehold around my neck. She’s literally so lush and gorgeous that I find it difficult to breathe.
“Let’s have some fun,” I rasp. “Are you ready?”
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Nellie
It’s finally the night that Amy is coming over for dinner. I’d planned on asking Nash the secondhe got home, but we gotdistractedfor more than a few hours. He plunged into me right there by the door, and I screamed with ecstasy. It was so dirty, and hot juices gushed all over the marble floor. Then, to my surprise, Nash kissed me on my brown buttonhole.
“Oh my gosh!” I cried out.
Nash soothed me with one big hand down my sinuous back.
“It’s going to be fine, Nells,” he growled. “Just relax and enjoy.”
“But it’s filthy down there!” I cry out.
His blue eyes gleam.
“Sweetheart, if I want you to come with my tongue in your pucker, then you will. Now shush.”
Sure enough, Nash thrust his tongue into my bottom hole again, and it was wonderful. My pleats contracted while I moaned with ecstasy, and then Nash reared up again and claimed me once more.
Of course, after that, I felt emboldened to ask him about my get-together with Amy, and it ended up being no big deal. Nash was more than willing to have Amy and Colt over, and I sighed happily. He’s always doing things to make me happy.
After all, the alpha male treats me unbelievably well. Which don’t get me wrong, has been beyond amazing. It’s just that I’m starting to wonder about ourarrangement.Everything has been feeling less and less like a transaction, and almost like we’re in a relationship.
