“God, who now?” I muttered to myself as I padded out there.
I opened the door to find Nash filling the doorframe, his muscular arms leaning on either side of it, an intense gaze directed at me. “You can’t fuckin’ send me a text like that and then ignore the fuck out of me, woman.”
God, yes.
My core clenched, and desire consumed me. I stepped back, and he powered through the door, one arm scooping my waist and the other one curling around my neck. He shut the door with his foot, and turned to push me against the wall. His lips crashed down onto mine, and he let out a low growl as he kissed the hell out of my lips. A delicious warmth flowed through me; this man possessed the ability to send me from zero to a hundred in seconds. He could do whatever he wanted and I would take it all. Anything. Everything. He didn’t even need to ask.
His hands moved down to cup my ass and lift me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding tight. I’d never let go of him; not now, not ever. He was mine, and that knowledge thrilled me.
He dragged his lips from mine, moving his head so he could look down at me. Butterflies swirled in my tummy when his eyes landed on my chest. His breathing had grown ragged, and I realised just how worked up my text had gotten him.
“Are you going to fuck me, Nash, or are you just going to look at me?”
His gaze swung straight back to mine. It scorched me with the passion it held. The desire he felt was clear to see. In response to my question he raised his brow in a ‘what the fuck do you think’ manner. “After that text you sent, it’s going to be quick. And you’re not going to complain, sweet thing. You fuckin’ asked for this.”
I smiled sweetly at him, and tightened my arms and legs around him. “Baby, there’s something you might not have worked out about me yet.” I paused as I moved my mouth next to his ear so I could whisper, “I like it hard, fast and rough.”
As I moved my face away, I caught the clench of his jaw. “You’re gonna get your fuckin’ wish,” he rasped.
He didn’t waste time. One minute I was up against the wall, the next I was standing and he was ripping my clothes off. In the frenzy, I fumbled with his belt. My fingers weren’t cooperating and he pushed them out of the way, undoing his belt and pants faster than I could blink. He pushed his pants down, and spun me around to face the wall.
Warm breath tickled my neck as he positioned my arms up against the wall, and murmured, “I love looking at your ass while I fuck your pussy.” He slapped my bare ass, and my hunger for him intensified. “You like that?” he breathed into my ear.
I pushed my ass back, into him. “Yeah, Nash, I like that. Do it again.”
He growled, and slapped me again. My body thrummed. The deepest parts of me woke under his touch, and cried out for more. When he ran his hand over my bare skin, I shivered.
“Baby, why the fuck did we wait so long for this?” he begged to know.
I had no good answer for that question; the waiting seemed pointless now. “No more waiting, Nash. Hurry up and fuck me.”
He didn’t need any further coaxing. “Give me a second, darlin’. We need a condom.”
“We really need to sort something out about that,” I complained, hating to wait for him.
“Yeah, babe, we do,” he agreed, and then, having the condom in place, he whispered in my ear, “Ready?”
I tingled all over; Nash’s breath, body and dirty mouth had me way past ready. “Yes.”
His cock entered me; rough, hard and fast. Just the way I’d asked for. His hands gripped my waist and he held me in place while he fucked me exactly how he’d promised me he would.
“Babe, touch yourself,” he grunted.
My clit was screaming out for attention so I did what he said. The pleasure caused by my fingers collided with the pleasure he was giving me, and I moaned.
Nash enjoyed the sound of pleasure, and groaned. “Shit, I’m gonna fuckin’ come soon. You and your fuckin’ texts...” He stopped talking and thrust hard one last time before stilling. “Fuck,” he groaned again before letting his head fall onto my shoulders.
I was so close to my orgasm, and I knew Nash would get me there faster. “Nash, I need your fingers.”
He knew exactly what I needed, and he took over from me. His mouth kissed my neck before whispering, “You want my fingers to fuck your cunt, baby?”
I moaned at the thought, and nodded, unable to get words out. He pulled out of me and inserted his fingers while continuing to rub my clit with his thumb. The pleasure was intense; divine. He slid an arm around my waist and pulled me back. I leaned into him, dropping my head back onto his shoulder.
“So good...” I moaned, and lost myself to the orgasm that was taking over.