Page 55 of Silver Sanctuary
Lacy rolled her eyes, but he felt her hips shift beneath him as her legs opened. “Don’t make me beg again.”
Nash kissed her hip before moving his body down so that his head was directly between her legs. Ignoring his own need, which was painfully hard between his own legs, Nash licked her from opening to clit. He circled the firm bud a few times before popping off, loving the way Lacy’s hips bucked at the movement.
His fingers reached up to play with her nipple. Just a few light passes over it with his thumb before he started matching the motions with his tongue back on her clit. Lacy’s hips rolled as he sucked her, letting him lick down to her entrance and plunge inside her warm heat. He felt her legs begin toshake, slowly pressing in on him as he continued to flick and circle her clit, driving her higher and higher until her legs clamped down around him and he felt her whole body go rigid, a muffled scream filling the room.
He continued to gently lap his tongue against her until she came through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“That was…” She panted.
“Orgasm number one.”
“If they are all going to be like that, I don’t know if I’ll survive three of them.”
“Let’s try.” Nash wiped at his mouth, sucking on her nipple at the same time he lined the tip of his cock up with her entrance.
“Tell me I should stop, Lace. Tell me you don’t want this. Because I will. It’ll kill me,” he groaned. “But I will.”
“I want this, Nash. I want all of you. Fuck me. Fuck your wife.”
That was it. He pushed his hips forward just the smallest fraction of distance, but it was enough. It was enough for him to feel her warmth. And that feeling had him almost losing control right then and there.
Nash ground his molars down so hard he thought he might break them. No way was he going to come before Lacy had another orgasm. No. He wouldn’t. Her fingers raked along the skin on his arms.
“Nash. Please,” she begged. “I need more. I need all of you.”
He pressed into her, Lacy’s small gasps of pleasure spurring him on until he was seated fully inside her. And that’s when he lost control. It felt too good; she was too perfect. Nash’s hips moved, setting a punishing pace.
His body tightened, that familiar tingle starting at the base of his spine and making his balls ache. He reached between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit and rubbingone circle against it before Lacy’s back was arching off the bed, her pussy clamping down on him so hard he didn’t stand a chance of lasting one second longer. His orgasm slammed into him, blinding him and dulling his sense of hearing until his entire body was spent.
Nash lowered himself to the mattress next to Lacy, still inside her. Still loving the way she fluttered around him. He wrapped his arms around her and she settled on his chest.
“Needless to say, married life is going to be lots of fun.” She giggled as she traced the trident Nash had tattooed over his heart.
“Married life is going to be the best, as long as it’s you by my side.” He kissed the top of her head, loving the feeling of her melting into his embrace. “I still owe you another orgasm,” he joked.
“Raincheck, husband.” She yawned over his heart. “We have our whole lives ahead of us.”
“Lacy! Get the fuck out here!”
Lacy jolted off the bed, checking quickly to make sure Embrie was still fast asleep. She could sleep through just about anything, and Lacy never knew whether to laugh or cry about that. If she’d grown up somewhere stable, somewhere with a nice neighborhood, and kind neighbors…
“Where the fuck are you?! Don’t make me come down there and get you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been hiding Embrie…”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Adam was such an asshole. Her landlord-turned-mother’s-boyfriend-and-dealer—because that’s what he was and there was no way she would ever call him anything else—usually left them alone. But from the slurred words to the way his feetdragged heavily across the floor, Lacy knew he was in one of his moods.
She was so tired of struggling. So tired of being at everyone’s mercy. If she didn't have Embrie to worry about… No! She wouldn’t let herself think like that. Embrie was the best gift she’d ever been given.
Lacy slipped out into the hallway, though not before she locked the door to her bedroom. It was flimsy, and someone could break it down in about two seconds if they really wanted to, but the action helped settle her nerves.
“What are you doing here? Amber’s not here. You need to leave.”
“Fuck that. Your rent’s due, and I’m here to collect,” he threatened.
“I paid you last week. You’re drunk and just don’t remember. Please, Adam, don’t make me call the cops.”
“And what? I know the truth about Embrie. They’ll fucking rip her away from you so fast…”
