Page 11 of Stepping Into Tomorrow

“Has no one told you how fucking perfect you are?”

She shook her head.

“That’s a tragedy.” He pinched her nipple.

“Ah.”

His hot mouth closed around the other, sucking and licking before he dragged his teeth over the peak. His other hand massaged the other breast, spilling from his giant palms.

“These tits have me so spellbound I’m not sure whether to lick, bite, or fuck them.”

“Oh, Dios.” She blinked lazily, arousal pooling in her pussy. A steady throb of need built deep within her.

He bent on his knee, wet kisses trailing down her soft stomach, paying special attention to the stretch marks.

“So soft.” He rubbed his beard over her sensitive flesh, pouring gasoline onto her already blazing inferno.

“Nash,” she pleaded.

“And these thick juicy thighs. I knew they’d be gorgeous, hidden under that dress.” He cupped the back of her calves and nipped her inner leg.

“Oh!” He’d bitten her. And she’d liked it.

“Now bend over that table, sweetness.” He got to his feet and pointed to her left.

Isabella turned, anticipation winding through her, the tension in the air making it hard to breathe. She placed two shaking palms over the built-in table. Her heart thudded, and her ears rang. What was he going to—

“Ahhh,” she moaned as his thick fingers parted her folds.

Slap!

“Nash!”

“Fuck, this ass is incredible.” He kneaded the sore spot with bruising fingers while his other hand cupped her pussy.

Her legs trembled. The ache built like the returning tide.

“Please,” she said.

“You even beg so pretty.”

“Gah, Nash. I need—”

“Need what, sweetness?” He slid a finger inside her, stealing her breath.

“More. You.” She was unable to form sentences as his digit worked her, curling and hitting a sensitive spot inside her. She clenched her inner walls.

“You’re so wet. Need to taste this gorgeous cunt.” Wide palms stretched her thighs farther apart as he licked through her folds.

“Ahhhhh! Fuck. Santa mierda de mierda!” She squeezed her eyes closed, every muscle in her body tensing. Need unfurled in her womb. Pressure exploded through her until she was at the brink of orgasm.

Nash added another finger as he lapped at her clit. She’d never experienced this before. And now she knew what she’d been missing. She rocked her hips shamelessly against his mouth.

“I’m gonna—”

“That’s it, sweetness. Come for me. Come on my tongue.”

“Naaash!” She screamed as her orgasm shattered through her. Black spots filled her vision as everything inside her tensed and pulsed. Warm, soul-deep pleasure crashed over her like a rogue wave, more powerful than she’d ever experienced.

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