Her eyes met mine in the mirror and she hit me with her sexy smile that would always bring me to my knees. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, and she said, “I hope those plans involve your cock.”
Fuck, she was killing me today. I went in search of a condom, and quickly got it in place. When I got back to her, she was bending forward, ass out, and staring at me in the mirror with a look that told me to hurry the fuck up.
I stepped behind her, never taking my eyes off hers, and pulled her pussy back onto my dick. My arm wrapped around her waist, and I thrust until I was balls deep. “This is going to be really fuckin’ fast, Velvet. You ready?”
She squeezed my dick with her pussy, and begged, “Hard, Nash. Fuck me hard.”
I pulled out and then gave her what she wanted. Who the fuck was I to argue? I pounded into her, and the sounds of my balls slapping against her and our groans filled the room. When she began rubbing her clit, it sent me over the edge. I came on a hard thrust, losing myself for a moment to the sensations surging through me.
Velvet’s pussy clenched around my dick a second later, and she orgasmed. I watched her in the mirror as she came; she was fucking beautiful. The way her eyes squeezed shut really turned me on, and I ran my teeth along her shoulder, gently biting every now and then. Her eyes flew open, and she smiled at me.
When I lifted my head, she moved her hand to force me back down. I grinned at her. “You like my teeth on you?” I asked, as I nipped her again.
“Yeah, baby, I love your teeth, your mouth, your hands, your cock. I could go on, but I think you get the picture.”
I gently slapped her on the ass, and muttered, “I get the picture, babe. Tonight, I think you should show me just how much you love my cock.”
I pulled out of her, dealt with the condom, and did my jeans up before coming back to her. She’d turned around to face me, and I had to drag my gaze away from her body. Her arms came up around my neck, and she whispered, “Have a good day, and I promise to show your whole body some love tonight.”
I pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’re spending the day with Harlow and Madison, yeah?”
Her face lit up. “Yeah, girl’s day out.”
I smacked her ass again. “Okay, babe, I’ve gotta get out of here. I’m already running late and if I stay here any longer, I might be tempted not to go at all.”
She pushed me towards the door. “Go. I don’t want your mother mad at me for keeping you.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think it’s possible for her to be mad at you, darlin’. She never fuckin’ shuts up about you.”
The smile that landed on Velvet’s lips was beautiful. It was the kind of smile I hoped to put there for the rest of her life.
***
Nash
I arrived at Mum’s fifteen minutes later, and braced myself for her complaints about me being late. But she didn’t give me any grief. She simply asked, “How’s Velvet?”
“I’d say she’s having a great day,” I said, before asking her, “What’s wrong with your car? Carla said it wasn’t working.”
We were in her kitchen and I could see her brain working overtime. I really hadn’t wanted to come today because I knew she would bring up what was happening tomorrow. But Carla had called and insisted I take a look at Mum’s car. She hadn’t been specific as to what was wrong with it though, and I was fast getting the sense there was nothing wrong with it.
She pointed at the table. “Sit. I’ll make us a coffee before you have a look at it.”
I fought with the annoyance that consumed me. “I don’t want coffee, Mum. Just tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix it.”
She gave me a pointed look, and then admitted, “There’s nothing wrong with my car, Nash. I just wanted some time with you.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Shit,” I muttered, but I didn’t sit down. I had no intention of staying for the conversation I knew was coming.
She surprised the fuck out of me with her next words. “Gabriella called me the other day.”
“What the hell? What did she want?”
“She wants to come and see you. To talk about it. I don’t think she’s coping, and I told her you weren’t either.”
The blinding rage I’d managed to keep at bay the last couple of weeks roared to life. My ears pounded with it, and my vision blurred. “She isn’t fuckin’ coping? Fuck, if it wasn’t for her, none of this shit would have ever happened. I’m not seeing her; I won’t. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk to her about me,” I thundered.
Mum remained calm, but her voice took on the firm tone she hardly ever used. “Nash, I’m worried about you. Your anger is getting worse, and I’m worried you’re going to end up back where you were when you went to jail.”