He began to eat me out from behind, his tongue working my pussy, pressing inside and then rolling down along my clit. He was so fucking dirty licking me like that, eating me out, licking every inch of me. It sent wave after wave of pleasure running through me, and I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt. I was ready to give myself to him, and he just licked me like that, lapping up my soaked pussy, tongue working my clit and then pressing deep inside my pussy.
It felt incredible. I gripped the sheets and moaned into the fabric. “Fuck, Nash,” I groaned. “Oh my god that feels good.”
“You taste incredible,” he said. “I want to lick this pussy all fucking day long. I want to make you scream my name and come over and over again.”
He slapped my ass as he licked my pussy from behind. He was strong and commanding, and I completely lost myself in him. I felt his tongue roam all around my pussy, his strong hands gripping my hips, slapping my ass. I moaned and gripped the sheets, saying his name over and over, wanting him so badly. My mind was blank with pleasure rocking through me.
I felt like I was on the edge. His tongue kept working, licking me, licking me, pressing inside me, licking down along my skin, on my clit, his strong hands gripping my hips. I was moaning loudly, losing myself, my mind a blank but the pleasure and Nash.
And just as I was close to coming, so deliciously close, he pulled back.
“Nash,” I groaned. “Please. Don’t stop.”
I looked back and watched him open a condom and roll it down over his cock. “Oh, I’m not stopping,” he said. “I just want to feel you come on my cock.”
I gasped as he grasped my hips and pressed himself deep inside me. I was so soaking wet that he slipped easily inside, pressing deeply. That incredible sensation of pleasure and pain rocketed through my mind, though it was way more pleasure than pain this time.
I was getting used to his size, and it was so incredible. He began to rock inside me, thrusting in and out slowly. He pulled my hair, lifting my chin back.
“I love this fucking slick cunt,” he whispered. “I want to fuck your pussy until you scream my name.”
I could only moan in response. I was on the edge and loving it, all pent-up, bad energy beginning to slowly spill from me. Nash began to fuck me harder, his cock thrusting deep inside my soaked pussy. I took every inch of him, every single inch of his thick, long cock. I began to buck my hips back against his, wanting more.
“That’s how you like it,” he grunted. “You like it rough and hard. Ride that fucking cock, girl.” I worked my hips at his command, moving my back and legs, slamming myself into him. He grunted, wrapping his hand around my thigh and pressing his fingers against my clit.
Waves of deep pleasure. I kept slamming myself back, moaning, sweat peaking along my body, taking his thick cock, riding his length. I was so wet, so slick, that I slid up and down along him.
“God I love watching that body work,” he said. “I want to fuck this pussy for everyone to see. I want the world to know how fucking delicious you are, how fucking sexy.”
He slapped my ass, hard, and I moaned. He reached forward and felt my breasts as he took over fucking me, thrusting hard, fast, deep. He fucked me like an animal, riding my ass like it was nothing. He fucked me slick and deep, rough and hard, and I could only moan, over and over, saying his name.
“That’s right,” he grunted. “Take that fucking cock, girl. You dirty fucking girl. You love getting this tight pussy fucked deep and hard. You want me to fill you up with my hot cum, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh my god. I’m so fucking close, Nash. Keep going.”
Just then, he pulled back. I felt him slip out of me. He grabbed my hips and turned me, pressing me onto my back. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up in the air, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed while he remained standing.
“I want to see your face,” he said. “I want you to look in my eyes while you fucking come.”
I gasped as he pressed himself back inside me. He began to fuck me again, and I held on to my breasts, barely able to think as entirely new sensations flooded me from the new angle.
I watched his face, his handsome, rugged face as he fucked me.
“Come on my cock, girl,” he said. “Come for me. I want to make my fucking wife come on my thick cock. I love watching it slide in and out of your tight cunt, filling you up.”
“Keep going,” I whispered. “Keep going, Nash. Keep fucking me.”
He pressed his thumb against my clit, and I threw my head back, gripping the sheets above my head, pleasure rocking me. He fucked me harder, deeper, sweat covering our bodies, pleasure rolling through my skin. Every inch of me was on fire as he fucked me, and everything was right, everything was perfect.
And then the orgasm burst through my spine.
My whole body tensed, my muscles contracting, as the incredible wave of pleasure blew through me.
“That’s right,” he said. “Come for me, girl. You fucking drive me wild.”
I came hard and fast, my whole body clenched. He didn’t let up didn’t slow down, just fucked me mercilessly. He held onto my hips and pulled me tight, slamming his cock inside me, fucking me rough, hard, deep. He had no mercy for me, and I didn’t want any. All I wanted was his strong body dominating mine, fucking me deep, making my pussy his.
And my pussy was his. Every inch of my body was his. His cock filled me, and I knew I was his as the orgasm rocketed through me.
“Fuck. That face sends me over the edge,” he grunted, and I watched as he stiffened.
“Fill me up, Nash,” I moaned. “Come inside me. Come in my pussy.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, slamming into me. I watched as he came, his whole body stiff, grunting his pleasure into me.
He slowly finished and collapsed onto the bed next to me.
“That was what I needed,” he grunted. “Nothing like good sex after killing a man.”
I laughed. “Don’t be gross.”
“Sorry.”
I pressed my head against his chest and felt his heart beating, his breath moving in and out of his lungs.
“Why did that happen?” I asked softly.
“There are a lot of crazy fucking people in the world.” He paused. “It won’t happen again.”
“How do you know?”
“It won’t,” he repeated more firmly.
I nodded. “Okay. I believe you.”
The horror of earlier was still lingering at the edges of my mind, but for some reason I felt so much better already. Just having him near me, touching my body, it made me feel right.
Ever since it had happened, he was the only thing I could think about. Not how horrible it was seeing him kill that man, or the fear I felt for my life and his, but how badly I wanted to touch Nash, to kiss him.
It wasn’t even to thank him for saving me. It was just pure need.
I snuggled closer to him, and he didn’t move. We just stayed there, silently breathing together, looking up at the ceiling, sweat drying in the cool air.
30
Nash
I woke up, not sure where I was or what time it was. For a few seconds the room was completely unfamiliar.
And then I realized I was lying naked in bed next to Selena. She was clearly still asleep too.
I checked the clock. It was after seven, and the sun had already set outside. The insanity of the day came back to me slowly.
I could see that bastard’s face as he held the gun to Selena’s head. I could see him as I pulled the trigger, the surprise in his eyes.
I rolled over onto my back and looked at her. She stirred but didn’t wake, her breathing deep and even. The sex came wafting back into my memory, her body, the way she came. My cock was already getting hard again at the thought of her so close, her body bare.
I didn’t know what was happening to me. I’d never felt this way about someone before, never would have risked what I had earlier for someone. In the moment, all I had been able think about was keeping her safe.
And in some ways, that fucking terrified me.
There was a light knock at the door. Selena took a sharp breath, and I put a hand on her back. “It’s okay,” I said softly.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“Not sure.”
“What time is it?”
“Around seven.”
“Oh. We slept for a few hours.”
“Yeah,” I said, getting out of bed. I slipped my pants and shirt back on. “Go back to sleep. I’ll deal with it.”
“Okay,” she mumbled, rolling over.
I walked over to the door and looked out the peephole. Livy stared back at me, impatient.
I opened the door and stepped out, shutting it behind me. “What’s up, Liv?”
“You guys okay?”
“Yeah. We’re fine. Selena is sleeping.”
She nodded. “Good. Detectives want to talk to you guys some more tomorrow, but they managed to identify the guy.”
“Who was he?”
“His name was Sam Bish. Apparently he’s been in and out of mental institutions for a long time, though he was supposed to be medicated.”
“Guess he stopped taking the pills.”
She nodded. “Guess so.” She paused, frowning. “You okay?”
“Not the first guy I’ve killed, Liv.”
“I know that, but it’s different when you’re not at war.”