Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
I rock beneath him, taking what I want from him.
He doesn't stop me or tell me no. He plants an elbow on the bed beside my head, driving into me so deep I think he's trying to fuck his way into my soul.
The headboard taps the wall with each powerful thrust, singing a counterpoint to the slap of his skin against mine—to the sound of his grunts and curses and my sobs and pleas.
"Come on my cock, Emilia," he growls. "I need to feel it right fucking now, baby girl."
"Yes, yes," I chant, willing to give him anything if he keeps fucking me like this.
He slams into me again, his teeth closing around my nipple in a sharp bite. The sting of pain sings along my nerve endings, adding to the wildfire of sensation threatening to consume me.
The coil in my belly cinches tighter, everything balancing on the head of a needle.
"Christ, princess. I want to fuck my way into your soul," he groans against my chest, leaving a litany of love bites in his wake. "Think you'll be able to breathe without me inside you then?"
I sob his name, exploding apart with a scream of surrender. If he wants my soul, I'll give it to him. Hell, right now, he could ask for just about anything and I'd willingly hand it over.
"Ah, god, yeah," he groans. "Soak me, princess."
I do, detonating around him again and again as he goes wild above me, driving into me so hard and deep that I know I'm still going to feel him tomorrow.
Within seconds, he goes rigid above me, my name leaving his lips in a loud crack of sound. He comes hard, his cock jerking inside of me as he spills into me in hot ropes that leave me trembling and moaning beneath him.
He collapses a moment later, rolling to the side so he doesn't land on top of me. His dick slips from my body, and we both groan.
I feel his seed leaking out of me and remember what he said about keeping it inside.
Apparently, he has the same thought. He gently grabs my hand, sliding it down my body. "Put it back inside," he rasps against my ear. "Every drop."
"Nash," I whimper, knowing damn well this is a dangerous, dangerous game. But I don't tell him no. I do exactly as he commanded, scooping his cum up and pushing it back inside while he watches, heat blazing in his eyes.
"Good girl," he breathes when I'm finished, brushing his lips against mine in a sweet kiss before he pulls me into his arms. I land against his chest with a sigh, my head over his heart…and my heart tangled in knots over this fierce, beautiful man in a way I did not see coming.
Chapter Four
Nash
Emilia is not a graceful woman in the mornings.
She isn't a quiet one, either.
I wake up far too early to the sound of her stumbling around, muttering under her breath. She knocks into walls, cracks her shin on the edge of the bed, and then nearly falls on her ass trying to pick her clothes up from the floor.
I watch her through slit lids, my lips twitching with amusement, as she huffs, throwing her hair up in a messy bun. Her full breasts lift and jiggle with every move she makes. The thickness of her waist and the roundness of her ass are captivating. Within seconds, my dick is standing at attention, begging for another round.
The little minx woke me up once with it down her throat. I woke her up three hours later with my tongue between her legs. Neither of us slept much. I'm certainly not complaining. Being inside her is, hands down, better than any championship.
"Did he have to throw my bra all the way to China?" she mumbles, searching around for it.
"It's not in China. It's hanging off the side of your desk chair."
She spins that way, a triumphant cry escaping her lips as she spots it. She darts that way to grab it before turning to look at me. "You're awake."
"Mmhmm. Come back to bed." I lick my lips, my hand wrapped around my shaft as my gaze rakes down her body. "I'm starving."
She ignores me, scooping my clothes up from the floor and tossing them on top of me. I glance at them and then at her, grinning. "Are you kicking me out, baby girl?"
"Yes." She meets my gaze, seeming frazzled. "My dad just texted. He's on his way over here."
"Fuck." I sit up, abandoning my plan to eat her for breakfast. If we're going to do this, we need to do it right. And Coach walking in on us with my tongue buried in his delicious daughter is not the right way to ease him into our relationship.
"I don't want him to know about us," Emilia blurts, pulling me up short.