“There’s nobut, pretty girl. You could’ve been hurt.” He backs me against the wall, sinking his fingers inside my pussy, aiming straight for my G spot. “Youwerehurt.”
“I’m okay, you’re over-over-oh...” I mewl, pressing myself further into his touch, my body reacting to every slow stroke of his long fingers.
“Overreacting?” he grinds out, removing his fingers. He grips my wrists, spins me around and plants my hands on the tiles. “On your toes and spread your legs for me.”
I do,immediately, consumed by the possessiveness radiating off his touch as he swipes two fingers between my legs.
“Such a pretty girl,” he tuts, leaning into me, his hard muscular chest pinning me against the wall. “Still sore?”
Yes, but I won’t admit that aloud, risking that he’ll stop touching me or that he’ll tone down. I could tell he held back the other day. He wanted more than the slow, sweet sex session, but gave me time to learn the ropes.
Now, I want a taste of Nash without inhibitions.
“No, not sore.”
“You’re about to be. Keep your hands here.” He flexes his long fingers around my wrists before moving one hand to myhip. The other frees his cock, sliding it between my pussy lips. “Brace, pretty girl.”
In one quick move, he drives himself home, tearing a loud moan from me.
“I’mnotoverreacting,” he grunts in my ear. “You’re mine.” He yanks his hips back then powers forward, hard enough that my boobs jump. “Mine, Hailey. And you don’t understand what that means. Do you?”
I can’t form a reply when he’s fucking me like this. He’s not gentle, not brutal, just... greedy. Like he wants to imprint himself on me. Mark me, claim me with those long, intense strokes, the head of his cock hitting my G spot every time.
“Words, pretty girl,” he rasps, his tone impatient.
He grasps my throat, squeezing hard enough that my ears ring as he leans my head on his shoulder so he can see my face. My eyes close, roll back into my head and that’s when he eases off the hold, but not the way he sinks his cock deep into me.
“Say it, Hailey. Open your eyes and say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I breathe, staring into the abyss of his black pupils that ooze a scary kind of territoriality.
“That’s right.” His lips come down on mine for a hot, deep, spiderman kiss, teeth scraping, tongues mingling. “No one gets to touch you,” he whispers, his hand squeezing my neck harder again. “Not one fucking finger. No one gets to look at you or speak to you the wrong way.”
Every word wraps itself around my mind like a blanket. His attitude, the darkness in his tone, the crazy in his eyes... it should be scary, but I feel safe.
The orgasm builds, frying my nerve endings, amplified by the outside pressure on my neck. My inner pressure stacks higher until all I feel is him.
Everywherehim.
Behind me, inside me... he commands my body, my breathing, and my mind.
“Every man that comes near you, every man who tries his luck,” Nash grits out, pistoning his hips faster, “will end up dead. Six feet under.”
Fireworks detonate inside my head, the orgasm knocking me off balance. Orgasms. The first hits like an earthquake, rocking me from the tip of my head down to my toes.
“There it is...” he says, one arm clasping my middle, his hand no longer squeezing my neck but covering my mouth to muffle the delirious moans reverberating round the bathroom. “One day soon, I’ll take you home and you’ll scream the place down.”
I mutter something incoherent through his fingers, losing touch with reality when an aftershock hits.
“Too much,” I gasp, the word muffled, barely audible, but Nash follows just fine.
“Not enough. You’re so responsive, pretty girl. If you can’t take it, use a safe word, and I’ll stop.”
“What safe word?”
My legs shake, thighs cramp, eyes water... I don’t think I can take any more, but stopping isn’t an option.
“Pick one,” he grunts, still moving, still working himself into me hard and fast while I’m falling apart, snapping back together, then falling apart again.
