East Bound by Nana Malone (best value ebook reader .txt) 📗

The moment my lips met hers, she gave me a low, rolling moan.

My cock kicked against the fly of my jeans, and I shoved her back into the loo, shutting the door behind us and locking it. Then I dove for her, my mouth on hers, my tongue sliding in, demanding entry because after the raw pain of the last ten days, clearly, I hadn't had enough punishment. I wanted more. I wanted her to own me. I wanted her to rip me to shreds and then burn me down to ash. Because I was an idiot.

As I kissed her, her nails dug into my shoulders, the little pinpricks of pain sending flares to me that said yes, this was what I had been missing. Needing. Christ. I was going to explode.

I turned her around, looking for a flat surface. But all we had was the tub, the sink. Oh, the vanity.

When I picked her up and seated her on the vanity, her towel fell open, and I could feel her soft curves pressing into me. All the while, she moaned.

I dragged my lips from hers, kissing up her jawline and on her neck. "Fuck, why do you feel so good?"

"Stop talking. Just stop talking."

"Roger that."

I put my lips and tongue to use in other ways. Sucking at the column of her neck, my hands skimming up over her hips, her waist, palming a breast and testing the weight. As if somehow, I would have forgotten. I ran my thumb over the tip of her nipple, and she groaned. "Oh my God."

And so that she would know the full depth of my depravity, the full depth of how desperate I was, I pinched it until she hissed. And when her breath came out in short needy pants, I released her, rubbing and soothing the tip again. "Yeah, that's it."

Her hips undulated against me. I palmed her arse with my other hand, scooting her closer so she could ride my dick. I wanted her close. I wanted her to feel the full length of it.

Before I knew what was happening, she was pulling at my shirt. Tugging, and I was inclined to help her. As I reached back behind to the back of my neck and started to pull off my shirt, she worked the buckle of my belt.

My dick was attempting to punch its way out. Nobody told him that he couldn't do that. He figured he was hard enough. He could make it work.

Once my shirt was off, I returned to kissing Nyla's lips. Tasting her, trying to absorb every ounce of her before I had to give her up, before I had to walk away, before, before, before… Holy fuck.

She reached in to palm me. Her slender fingers encased my cock, and I threw my head back with a shuddering gasp. "Oh, oh fuck. Fuck me."

She said nothing but worked my dick just how I liked it. A nice strong stroke to the tip, making use of her palm. All the while, Nyla said nothing, just made these little soft cooing sounds at the back of her throat like she was appreciating this. Fuck, why did I always feel like this with her? Why was she the one? Why couldn't it be someone else that I felt like this with, just not her.

It didn't take long before I could feel the tingle in my balls. "Nyla," I groaned, practically growling the implicit command for her to stop. If I was going to come, I wanted to be inside her.

Yes, this was very ill advised. Yes, I still hated her. Yes, she had broken any trust I could possibly have for her, but that didn't mean that I wasn't an idiot and wasn't still desperate for her. Desperate to be inside her, to touch her. Just fucking desperate because, fucking hell, she was mine. And the fact that I wasn't allowed to play with my toys was not sitting well with me.

With her other hand, she started tugging my jeans off, shoving them down past my hips. Freeing my cock. Then as she glanced down at me and licked her lips, a bead of precum leaked out. She rubbed her thumb over the head of my cock, and my knees wobbled. "Fuck, Nyla."

And then she did something I hadn't expected. She eased her hips forward, angling me just so, and positioned me at her slick entrance. I'd have sworn I saw stars. The heat of her, the impending tightness, as the head of my dick notched at her sweet, sweet core.

I wrenched my eyes open to meet her gaze. "Ny?"

But she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at us where we were almost joined.

But she didn't place me all the way inside.

Instead, her slim hand wrapped around the base of me as she coated the head of my dick with her juices. Easing it all around her slit, drenching me, making me desperate. Making me want her. Making me ready to give her anything just to have her one more time.

It will never just be one more time.

I knew the truth of that statement. If she let me have her again now, like after the lift, I would come sniffing back, angry about it but begging and desperate. Then the tip of my dick hit her clit, and she threw her head back. "Oh my God, East."

I wasn't sure which view was better, her face or where my dick was.

So my gaze ping-ponged between my two favorite places.

And then she was working me over her clit again. Using me to wank herself off.

I licked my lips because I wanted to taste her as she came. But I didn't dare suggest it. So I watched. I watched as she teased us both. I watched as she drove me wild. I watched as she got herself off.

Up and down over her slit she teased me, from above her clit all the way down until my dick hit her tight