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)
My teammates whoop and holler, cheering us on.
I try to tune them out, focused on the little minx in my arms as we sway back and forth, spinning around the bar like we're the only two in the motherfucker.
"You can dance," she says, smiling up at me.
I dip my head, placing my lips against her ear. "You'd be surprised what I can do, Emilia."
She trembles in my arms, whimpering faintly. And that fucking sound…Christ, that sound. I want to hear it while she's spread out beneath me, naked and pleading for me to let her come. If she begs sweetly enough, I'll let her. I'll keep her coming until she's so high on me, nothing else exists.
I don't know if she sees my thoughts on my face or if she's just incapable of behaving herself, but when I spin her again, she intentionally brushes her perfect ass against my cock, grinding back against me.
What little restraint I have shears in two.
If I don't know what that mouth tastes like right now, I'm going to snap.
"We're leaving," I growl, catching her around the wrist to reel her back into my arms. My lips touch the side of her throat, and I inhale. Her scent works like a wrecking ball on my system as I march her out of the bar, my asshole teammates catcalling and whistling the whole time.
I glance up long enough to see Archer watching us, still looking worried. But I don't pay him any attention. Neither does Emilia. This is between the two of us. He can captain someone else for the night.
She's trembling in my arms, her nails digging into my side. Goddamn, she's perfect. I haul her out through a side door, letting it slam behind us.
Before she can even move, she's against the wall with me pressed up against her.
"Grind against my cock now, princess," I groan, dragging my lips down the side of her throat.
"Kiss me, Nash," she whispers, my name shaking on her lips.
I spin her around, my mouth crashing down on hers. I taste the alcohol on her breath, but beneath that, I taste her. She's so fucking sweet. Jesus. I press her harder against the wall, licking into her mouth as she practically climbs my body.
Her cunt nestles against my cock, a soft sob escaping her lips.
"Grind all over me, Emilia," I order, biting her lip. "Make yourself come like a good fucking girl. We both know it's what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes. No." She claws down my shoulders, whimpering. "I just want you, Nash. I can't think straight."
"Are you drunk?" I pull back long enough to ask. I don't think she drank nearly enough of that milkshake to cloud her judgement but better safe than sorry. I don't want her to regret this shit tomorrow.
"What? No. I'm…" She squirms all over my cock, her cheeks pink.
Realization dawns, hitting like a hammer blow. Jesus Christ. She's a virgin. She has no idea what she's feeling because she's never felt it before now.
I'm an asshole for feeling like a god because she chose me, but it's impossible not to feel that way. I'm the lucky motherfucker she wants. Anyone in my shoes would feel the same exact way.
My hands sink into her hips, rocking her against me.
"Turned on, Emilia," I murmur, attacking her perfect mouth again. "Your panties are dripping wet and your pretty little cunt aches because you're turned on. You can't think straight because you need to come."
"Yes, that. Do that."
I chuckle, biting her bottom lip. "Nah, baby girl. You do it. Rock that gorgeous body against me until you shatter."
"Sure, make me do all the work," she grumbles.
I grind her down on my cock. "Does that feel like you're doing all the work?"
"Oh," she moans, her head falling back. "Do that again."
I don't tell her no. I grip her ass in both hands, dry fucking her like my life depends on it. Right now, it actually might. If anyone catches us, I'm fucked. And not in the way I want to be. But that's not my priority right now. She is. This is.
Damn, this is heaven. She's so wet she's soaking my jeans.
I kiss her again, long and deep. She moans into my mouth, running her hands all over my shoulders as she works her hips frantically, chasing the high.
"That's it," I croon. "Use my cock to get yourself there, Emilia. I want you to fucking drench those panties for me."
"I…I already have!" she cries quietly. "They're so wet, Nash."
"Good girl." I bury my face in her throat, nipping and sucking. "I'm taking them when you're done. When I come tonight, it'll be with them wrapped around my cock."
"You can do that? Can I watch?"
I chuckle through a pained groan against her skin, my balls throbbing. If she keeps talking, I'm going to be fucking her against this wall while everyone listens to her scream my name.