Page 85 of Twisted Truths
I think my heart has stopped beating altogether. My brain is definitely short-circuiting from Nash’s confession. Unable to form coherent words in response, I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him hard.
His body pressing against mine feels right, and I mentally curse myself for letting my insecurities get in the way of this moment. I pull away long enough to say, “I need you, Nash.” He groans into my mouth. “Please.”
My begging seems to do the trick. He rolls us so I’m lying on my back, him hovering over me, bracing himself on his forearm. His erection nestles between my legs, and I rub myself along his length as he kisses me deep, his tongue stroking sensually against mine.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I love how he checks in with me.
Reaching between us, I guide him to my entrance.
“Relax for me,” he whispers, distracting me with his lips as he slowly pushes in.
I try to do as he says, letting my legs fall wider. It’s thicker than his fingers, and I dig my nails into the nape of Nash’s neck as he continues to kiss me while moving with slow, shallow thrusts. He’s met with resistance, but he reaches between us and rubs my clit, creating a delicious friction that offsets the sharp sting and resulting burn as he pushes in further.
“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs against my lips when I whimper.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him, squeezing my eyes closed and focusing on my breathing.
Nash peppers me with sweet kisses—on my lips, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my eyelids—as he slowly rocks in and out of me, going deeper with each thrust. The whole time, he plays with my clit, and I’m balancing on the precipice of pleasure and pain.
“Open your eyes, little possum,” he hums, nipping my lobe gently. His voice is low, gravelly. “I need to see you.”
I comply, and the intense desire I see mirrored back at me almost causes me to spontaneously combust.
“Hi,” he says with a soft smile, brushing my hair away from my face.
“Hi?” I repeat, breathing out a nervous laugh.
His smile morphs into a cheeky smirk. “I thought I told you not to hide from me.” He nips playfully at my collarbone.
“That was before you stuck your massive member in me.” I squirm underneath him, moaning at the sensation of feeling full. His pelvis grinds against my pubic bone, and I’m surprised to find the pleasure far outweighs the pain.
Nash snorts out a laugh, his body convulsing with his humour. “Member?” he quips, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Sorry, baby, I’m not laughing at you, but that’s definitely a first.”
I jab him playfully in the ribs, ignoring my flush of embarrassment and fighting my need to hide from him. “What do you want me to call it?”
“I don’t know,” he teases. “Dick, cock, man meat.”
“Man meat?” I choke out. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack,” he says, rolling his hips and eliciting another soft moan from my lips. “It’s my mission to corrupt you, little possum.”
“So hurry up and corrupt me then,” I challenge, pulling his head down to meet me in a bruising kiss.
“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbles between kisses as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in.
I cry out in pleasure, and he swallows my sounds with his mouth as he resumes his ministrations of my clit. My back arches off the bed, and he trails his lips down my throat until he reaches the valley of my breasts. His teeth capture one of mynipples, and he alternates between nipping and swirling his tongue around the peaked bud before he sucks it into his warm mouth.
Oh, shit.
Pleasure zaps straight to my core, and he groans as my walls flutter and clench around him.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, picking up the pace of both his thumb and his cock.
His movements become jerky, and I have a feeling it means he’s about to lose control. The anticipation of watching him come undone because of me sends me over the edge one more time only moments before his muscular chest drops to mine, careful not to crush me, and he finds my lips again, kissing me deep as his dick continues to throb inside me.
Oh. My. God.
