Page 86 of Stepping Into Tomorrow

She looked up at him, her pussy dripping wet with the image he’d painted for her. And then the second part of what he’d said caught up to her. “How long?”

“No one since you,” he ground out, moving his hips forward and drawing them back, slowly fucking her hand. His eyes were half closed, his powerful legs trembling.

“I want you to fuck me. But you can come on me another time.” She winked saucily at him.

He collared her throat once more, lifting so she had to stand.

“This won’t hurt the baby?” he asked.

“Not at all.”

“Then turn around. Bend over that table and let me fuck you so you come harder than ever before,” he ordered.

She spun around, her hands braced against the table.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”

“It’s not like you can get me pregnant again,” she teased.

A flash of hesitation streaked across his expression.

“If you’re clean, then I’m fine without—”

He drove into her in one thrust, stealing her breath. His cock stretched her, hitting all the right spots. Firm hands gripped her waist, holding her in place so she didn’t topple over.

“Fuck! You feel so good.” She moaned as he withdrew and rocked back into her.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he gritted out.

She squeezed her inner muscles.

He groaned, his fingers diving into her soft flesh. “You bad girl. You want me to punish you, don’t you?”

The crack of thunder was no match for the slap of his hand against her ass. Pain quickly morphed into pleasure, sending her rocketing into yet another orgasm.

“That’s right, sweetness, you take this cock like a good girl.”

His hips pistoned in and out of her. All she could do was take it. Moans escaped her as he thoroughly used her body. His hand fisted the hair at the base of her neck, tugging just enough to send prickles of pained arousal skittering from her neck down her spine.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” They were the only words she was capable of as he pounded into her.

“Look at that gorgeous ass, these hips. Fuck, Bella, you’re beautiful. So sexy. Taking my cock like it was made for you.”

“Nash!” Her eyes rolled up as the most intense pressure erupted, sending an avalanche of ecstasy tumbling through her, burying each synapse in euphoria.

His breathing became more ragged. His movements jerky. “You ready for me to fill you with my cum?”

“Si!”

Nash thrust into her three more times until his cock pulsed, his hot release emptying inside her and sending another orgasm barreling into her.

The sound of the rain pounding the roof, the distant roll of thunder, and their heaving breaths filled the room. Nash slumped over her, releasing her hair to press his hands onto the coffee table, pinning her in place as he kissed up her neck.

He pulled away, sliding out of her.

She turned around, sitting on the table. “Dios.”

Would he react like last time, growing cold and distant? Would he run away?

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