My name on her lips was like heaven.
The fabric easily ripped apart as I tugged, thrusting my tongue inside her needy little core. Nylah jolted, gripping the comforter on my bed before her fingers drifted to my head and her thighs squeezed. I licked at her tight little opening and growled, rising upward slightly to nibble on her clit. I sucked and flicked the bud with my tongue as she moaned louder, and I couldn’t fight my own needs anymore.
Kissing her full, swollen lips, I knew she could taste herself on my tongue.
“Ian, I need you.”
“I know, baby. It’s mutual. I need inside you.”
I shoved the waistband of my boxer shorts down as she licked her lips and my cock sprang free. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this fucking hard. With a growl, I remained on my knees, tugging her ass up against me. Stroking lightly, I watched her reaction as Nylah licked her lips. Her body trembled as she spread her legs wider.
“Take me, Ian.”
I tapped the crown of my dick against her clit, sliding over it several times back and forth. She tried to impale me, and I grinned, rubbing the head in slow circles over her flesh. She cried out as her hips lifted off the mattress.
“You want me, my little cock whore?”
She seemed to like my dirty words as I felt a small gush of fluid cover the tip of my dick. I pressed inside her slowly, resisting the urge to plunge deep. Totally still, I let her adjust to the length and girth before I began to slowly move in and out. I still hadn’t buried myself yet.
“All of you, please,” she begged.
I pulled out, leaning over her as I looked deeply into her bright blue eyes. “This is my pussy.” As the words left my mouth, I slammed inside her in one deep thrust.
Nylah screamed my name, her nails digging into my biceps. “Yes!”
She was the tightest woman I had ever had the pleasure of being buried in and the knowledge that she wasn’t just some club slut that had dozens of partners before me spurred on my lust. My Nylah was a good girl. She wasn’t an innocent, but in my world, she might as well be. I couldn’t stop my Reaper’s needs or my own, pounding that sweet, wet pussy stroke after stroke.
My hand slid down the flat contour of her belly and between her legs, pressing in on her clit and rubbing tiny circles that seemed just the right combination with the wild rhythm of my hips. I could feel her tightening around my dick, and I knew she was close.
“Come, kitten. I want to feel you soak these sheets.”
I slowed down, gliding in and out, nice and slow as she bit her lip, her thighs shaking slightly. I loved that she was losing control and I was the cause. Picking up speed suddenly, I pressed her legs up and backward, slamming her into the mattress with every single thrust. A sudden gush of fluid surrounded my cock before she screamed, and her walls clamped down hard. I could feel every quiver of her core and it set me off even more as I growled and pulled out, spinning her around on all fours.
My dick slid right back in as I noticed the wet sheets and grinned. My Reaper was turned on, as obsessed as I was with this sexy little nurse. Gripping her hips, I rode her hard, burying myself with every single rotation of my hips. She kept crying out my name, arching her back and rocking backward into my thrusts. It was fuckin’ wild and erotic.
She was gonna ride me next time. I wanted those tits in my hands as I pounded into her from below.
“Ian, Ian,” she moaned, as I leaned down and placed a kiss on her spine. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come again.”
Hell yeah!
I couldn’t get enough of her, how she felt, how she responded. The need to see her expression as she came again overtook me. I withdrew and spun her back around, tak
ing her mouth and body savagely. I held her close as she climaxed again, riding the wave with her as she wailed so loudly that I knew my brothers were hearing it, even above the music that thumped in the common room. My release was fierce as I pulled out and covered her stomach, knowing from here on out I was gonna be inside her when I came. Smiling, I brushed the hair off her sweaty forehead. She was blushing but I could tell she was happy.
I was gonna enjoy walking out there later with my arm around her, showing her off with a sated and content look in her eyes. The same devoted and loving gaze that held mine at this exact moment. Swallowing hard, I brushed her mouth with my lips, kissing her deeply.
“Ian,” she sighed with pleasure, her voice as sweet as an angel.
“You’re mine, Nylah. Don’t ever forget it.”
Chapter 23 – Trixie
An arm was slung around my waist as I awakened, briefly disoriented as I stayed completely still. Even breathing could be heard as the person beside me slept soundly. Warm breath kept tickling the back of my neck and I moved slowly, letting the arm slip away. Turning around, I found Patriot on the bed. No one else. Nylah wouldn’t be far. She’d never leave me alone.
I was tempted to wake Patriot up but decided against it. Now that I was rested, I needed a long hot shower. The only thing I didn’t have were clothes, but I could always borrow a t-shirt or something and return it later. Patriot didn’t seem like the type that minded.
I opened the top drawer of the dresser closest to the bathroom and found only socks and underwear. There was a package that contained new boxers and socks. I opened both and took what I needed, closing the drawer quietly. The second drawer had dozens of t-shirts and I removed one, taking the items into the bathroom as I shut the door.