Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Nash, please,” she pleads with me, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“You going to be a good girl from now on?” I put my hands beside her arms and thrust into her over and over again. Her pussy is so fucking wet it’s dripping down my balls. She gets tighter and tighter. “Or are you going to be a bad girl?”
“I’ll be your good girl,” she vows. “Please, Nash, I’ll be—” The words stop when she moans, and I know she’s ready to explode on me. Before she does, I pull out of her, flip her onto her stomach, pull her hips up, and slam into her. “Fuck, Nash.”
“Ass up and face down,” I tell her. Her elbows lower, and her ass rises, one ass cheek redder than the other, so I rectify that. “Good girls get to come.” I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone before. The frustration and anger from today coming out of me. “Bad girls don’t get to come.” She grips the sheets in front of her, holding on. The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room. “Which one are you going to be?”
“Good,” she declares. “I’m going to be a good girl.” Her pussy contracts around my cock. Looking down, I see it coated in her juices.
“And whose good girl are you going to be?” I growl between clenched teeth, feeling my balls start to get tight.
“Yours. I’m always going to be your good girl,” she says, and this time, I move one hand to her clit, moving it back and forth before pinching it. Her hips shoot up, and she comes all over my cock. I have to hold her tight, or she’ll fly off my cock. She comes over and over again, and only after the second time do I decide it’s my turn.
I pull out of her and turn her over, taking her hair in my hand. Her mouth opens for my cock. “When you are a good girl, I’ll come in your pussy.” She sucks me all the way to the back of her throat. “Tonight, you were a bad girl, so you swallow my cum,” I scold as I finger-fuck her cunt that is open for me. She’s so fucking wet it’s oozing out of her. She comes at the same time I come down her throat. “Baby,” I whisper when I stop fucking her face. My cock slides out of her mouth at the same time my fingers slip out of her. The bed is a wet mess from her as she throws herself back on the pillows.
Her chest is rising and falling. “That was—” She tries to get up on her elbows and look over at me collapsed on her other side. “That was—” Her elbows give out as she lies there, her legs still wide. “I might have to be bad if you are going to fuck me like that.”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. “Zoey.” I roll off the bed before reaching for her and grabbing her like a rag doll.
“Where are we going?” she asks me as I walk into the bathroom. “Oh, bath time.”
I put her down while I start the bath and put in her salt things, and then put a couple of drops of her oil that she likes with some bubble bath.
She sits in the tub on one side, waiting for me to get in. I close my eyes and put my head back, waiting for the water to fill it up.
She moves between my legs, and when I open my eyes, she’s kneeling in front of me. She puts her hand on my abs. “Nash,” she says softly, “I’m sorry I went to meet him.” She puts her forehead on mine. “I won’t go and meet him again.”
“You bet your fucking ass you won’t,” I snap at her, “never a-fucking-gain, Zoey.”
She smiles the smile I’ve literally fallen in love with. The smile I crave to see all day. The smile I’ll do whatever the fuck I need to do to see. “Never a-fucking-gain, Nash.”
Twenty-Three
Zoey
I take a deep inhale as I turn my head from left to right on the pillow as my eyes flutter open, taking in the semi-darkened room. The thick drapes are pulled closed, but the middle is open just a little, letting a bit of sunshine into the room. I move my hands from the side of me to over my head and stretch out, blinking a few more times to get my eyes used to the light. I look over, seeing the bed beside me empty, which is nothing new. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up and he’s been beside me unless it’s in the middle of the night when I go pee.
I hear sounds coming from downstairs, and when I grab my phone and check, I see it’s a bit after eight. Tossing the covers off me, I slide my feet out of the bed before walking over to the bathroom. I finish brushing my teeth, grabbing my white plush robe before walking out and heading downstairs to catch up with Nash when I see him walking into the room with a tray in his hand and wearing just his boxers. “Why are you dressed and out of bed?” he asks me, his eyes going from big to a huge glare, making me laugh.