His gaze flared. She looked down, trying to see what he was looking at when he knelt in front of her. He dragged two fingers over his release as it dripped down her thighs before pushing his cum back inside her like he was staking a claim.

Holy shit, that was hot.

He looked at her, eyes narrowing as if trying to gauge her reaction.

“That might have been the best sex of my life,” she said. There was no might about it.

“Me too.” Something dark flashed in his expression.

“Can we do it again?” Yes, she was putting herself out there.

“Tonight?”

However long you’re willing to give me. “Yeah.”

“Give me ten minutes.”

39

NASH

Liquid pleasure flash flamed from the tip of Nash’s cock to the base of his skull, incinerating him from the inside out with each drive of his hips into the silky heat of Bella’s pussy. Fuck, she was so tight. Her plump lips glistened from his kisses and parted with her moans, each slipping out and shooting straight for his dick. His balls tightened with an impending release like a storm raging inside him gaining power with each of her cries of pleasure.

“That’s it. You take my cock so good,” he ground out, giving the illusion that he was the one in control here. But in reality, she’d stripped him naked of everything, body and soul. Bella consumed his desires, fueled his lust. After he’d taken her in the living room, he hadn’t been able to stop until they’d somehow made it into her bed and had fallen asleep due to pure exhaustion. He’d woken her up by kissing her neck and then delivered two more orgasms with his mouth on her sweet pussy until she was begging for his cock again.

He couldn’t help but take snapshots with each breath. Bella’s hair splayed out over her pillow, messy and tangled from his hands. Her brown eyes rolling up in pleasure. The pebbles of her pointed nipples grazing his chest with each thrust before they bounced under him. Red marks from his mouth decorated each one. She’d done the same with the nail marks on his back and the half-moons dug into his biceps.

“Nash—”

He leaned down and kissed her, fucking her slow and hard. “I know, sweetness. Want you to wait and come with me. Can you do that?”

She gave a jerky nod, biting her lip, need painted on her cheeks. That blush always deepened right before she came.

He pulled back enough to meet her gaze as his hand collared her throat, squeezing the pressure points just enough so her eyes went hazy and her body relaxed, submitting to each grind of his hips.

His balls tingled with his impending release. Having someone like her trust him, giving him control, allowing him inside her body was . . . “Fuck, you’re so perfect. Come with me, baby. Let go.”

Her mouth dropped open in a scream. Her thighs locked around his waist. Her nails dug into his arms, the bite of pain sending his boiling cum shooting out of him. Pleasure flooded every cell, stealing his breath as her cunt took it all. Her inner walls squeezed around him, milking him for all he was worth. A feral groan left him as he gave three more shallow thrusts, not ready to leave the bliss of her pussy.

His chest heaved in lungfuls of air tainted with the scent of their shared arousal.

A satisfied smile curled her lips. Her eyes were glazed as she smoothed her hand over his cheek before gently tugging on his beard. “That was . . .”

“It was.” He kissed her nose.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed. That was better than I imagined.”

He smirked. “You been fantasizing about this?”

Her eyes widened. “I mean. No. Sort of? I’ve had some pretty wild dreams. Pregnancy does that to me.”

“I want to hear more about these dreams.” He pulled out of her, catching her wince. “Are you in pain?” He hadn’t exactly been gentle last night.

“In the best of ways. I’m gonna feel you for a few days.” A puff of air left her in a pitiful laugh.

“Stay here.” He got up, walking naked to the bathroom off his bedroom instead of hers.

Turning on the hot water, he ran a bath, throwing in a few cups of Epsom salt. He waited until the water was high enough before he went back for Bella.