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I can’t believe this is happening, that Nash is inside me. It feels so different than my dildo, infinitely better. They aren’t even comparable, honestly.
“So good,” I assure him.
Nash lets out a little grunt. “You like being filled? You want me to use your hole? Want me to fuck you like you fucked your toy?” he says as he starts pulling out before slamming back into me.
“Yes, yes, I want to be your little slut,” I say the words out loud without thought, and I don’t even care how needy I sound.
“God, the fucking mouth on you,” he preens before pushing me down on all fours. “You want to be a little slut for me?”
“Yessss,” I pant as I drop down onto my elbows, leaving my ass completely exposed to him.
He starts pounding into me at a brutal pace, and I’m moaning into the pillow in front of me, unable to contain myself. Nash’s thick cock is infinitely better than my dildo—so good they don’t even compare. He has one hand on my lower back and the other on my hip, and his grip is punishing. He’s using me for his pleasure, while giving me exactly what I want, what I’ve always wanted—to be fucked good and hard.
“Your hole is so perfect. Swallowing my cock perfectly, like a good little slut.”
The degradation does more for me than I can admit, and I reach for my dick to start stroking myself. I don’t want to come yet, but I’m not going to last either when he talks to me like that.
He smacks my ass hard enough that it stings and the pain shoots through me, and I stop stroking myself before I blow my load.
“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” he snarls.
“No,” I whine.
“That’s right,” he says, slowing his thrusts, but I’m so close, I need more. “Hands off.”
I’m desperate for friction, but I want to please him more, so I grip the pillow in front of me and beg for whatever he’ll give me. “Please more, please. Need more of your cock, please.”
His hips still completely, buried deep as he leans over my back, breath hot against my ear.
“You want more?” he growls, the edge of control slipping from his voice. “Then you keep your hands to yourself and let me give it to you.”
I nod frantically, face pressed into the pillow, trying to breathe through the ache of needing more of him.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, one hand still gripping my hip, the other sliding up my back to curl around the back of my neck, squeezing lightly.
“To come,” I gasp. “And I want your cum. Fuck, yes, that. Come inside me.”
Nash pulls back and slams into me, hard enough that I choke on the breath in my throat. My grip on the bed gets tighter as he sets a punishing rhythm, every thrust pushing me further out of my head until the only thing I can think of is him and how badly I want him to make me come.
“Fuck, you take it so well,” he grits out, voice tight and filthy. “My little slut is so fucking needy for my cum.”
I moan loudly because I am. I’ve never felt like this before: split open, completely owned, and so unbelievably satisfied.
“That’s my good fucking boy. Love hearing you moan like this while I fuck your gaping hole, baby.”
CHAPTER 20
Nash
Mother of fucking god.
This is the man of my dreams.
The dirty, filthy, sexy, slutty man of my dreams.
I yank him up by the back of his neck, turning his head to face me so I can slam my mouth to his just for a second before shoving him back down. He goes easily, falling back to his elbows, ass up and still full of my cock.
This man is everything, and the grip his ass has on me could make me come any second, but I don’t want it to end. I thrust my hips slower now, teasing him to draw this out for both of us.
