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

Oh fuck. I was going to die. I was going to die of pleasure.

I kicked out my legs, gritting my teeth, tried to focus on anything but the heavenly sensations on my cock. Nyla didn't let up. I kept trying to warn her. I kept trying to tell her that this was a train I couldn't stop once it started.

But each time, she knew exactly when to stop, exactly how to torture me, and every time she stopped, all I could do was grip the sheets and moan my frustration, my need. I wasn't above begging. "Baby, please. Love, I know, I was a bad boy. I am sorry. Just please, fucking hell I need to come."

"Oh, do you? You need to come?"

"Yes, love. Fuck, Nyla, please."

"So, these two weeks when I've been all alone, what were you doing?"

"I told you what I was doing." Oh fuck. "I was wanking off to thoughts of you. Watching surveillance of you and wanking off some more. Wanking off to you in the shower. And then there were several times I wanked off to you in my office and then had to take a shower after that. Are you sure you want to hear this?"

She released the tip of my cock with a loud resounding pop. "Yes. I want to hear this. Because I want to know that you were just as tortured as I was."

"Yes. I was. I was horribly tortured. Please. God. Nyla."

But the torture continued. Didn't matter how much I begged.

She had zero interest.

At one point she sat back and smiled at the pre-cum leaking out of my tip. "I want you to know I'm still mad at you."

"Uh-huh, yep. Mad. I hear you."

I didn't care how mad she was. I needed to come. I needed to be inside her when I did.

This isn't about you, asshole.

That little voice of reason was the one I should've listened to. But God, it was so hard to listen because Jesus Christ, the woman could give head.

If there was a head-giving championship, I would volunteer as tribute to be her partner. Forever.

Her hand stroked over me lazily, keeping me just on the edge, and my hips rose involuntarily as she asked, "Oh my love, is there something you need?"

"Yes. I need to be inside you. Goddamn it, Nyla."

"Should I take mercy on you?"

"Yes, fucking mercy. God, I'm begging."

She raised her head, her gaze meeting mine. "You're begging?"

"Yes, I'm begging. Whatever you need, however you need it, please. I will take whatever you give me."

Then she sat back and scooted off the bed. I wanted to scream. I wanted to pull her back. I wanted to demand to know what the hell she was doing and where she thought she was going, but I didn't.

Instead I watched as her fingers went to the back of her leggings, hooked her thumbs in the elastic and tugged them down.

"Oh sweet fucking Jesus."

Once her leggings and knickers were gone, she climbed back on the bed. "You can touch me now."

I didn't need to be told twice. In one move, I pulled her up to me, melding my mouth with hers, my tongue playing over hers. Against her lips, I whispered. "You're a naughty girl."

"I'm pretty sure you liked it."

"Yes. Now, it's my turn to be in control."

Her eyes went wide as I easily rolled her on her back and was between her thighs in seconds. "I want you to hold onto the headboard. Let’s try not to break it, yeah?"

A smile played over her lips, and then I slid home deep. No preamble, no checking to see if she was ready because I already knew. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, and I held perfectly still. Fucking hell. So good. So goddamn good.

Her breath was hot against my ear. "Yes. God, I missed you so much."

And it was those words that I held on to. Those words that told me I had a chance to fix my colossal fuck-up. And I wasn't going to waste it. I wasn't going to ruin it. I pushed back to my knees while using my palms to widen her legs and to pull her to me as I rode her. I was not going to come under penalty of death. Not until she did.

I could feel her though, she was close. Already so close, my beautiful Nyla. My hands slid up her thighs, close to where we were joined. Her eyes went wide, and her hands looked like they wanted to move.

"Do you want to touch me?"

"Yes. I do."

I reached for her, and pulled her up, taking her thighs and bringing them up over mine so that she was seated in my lap. I melded my lips to hers, and we rode out the pleasure. Stroke and slide as I worked my thumb between us and slid over her clit. The trembling started in her legs, and I could feel her shuddering moan on my tongue. I slid one hand to her ass, palming it tight, my fingers gripping, holding her as I pumped. Sweat dripped from my forehead. And as she shook, her lips were still melded to mine until I slid my finger to her tight pucker. Then she tore her lips from mine and screamed, "East, oh my fucking God."

With an evil grin, I laughed and then pushed. Just the tip of my finger inside her arse and she exploded around me. There was no soft flutter and quiver, just a deathly vice grip like she was attempting to cut my cock off with her pussy, and I was here for every bit of that.

I wish I could say that I was able to shag her all night long. I wish I could say that I gave her some epic ride in the first go around. I wish I could say that I lasted for hours. But there was no way. No way I could hold back any longer. And I