East Bound Nana Malone (best ereader for students .TXT) 📖

leggings hitting me exactly where I needed her on my dick. She rolled her hips tentatively, and I groaned into her mouth. I didn't have to tell her what I needed. I didn't have to ask her to do anything, she just moved. Rocking over me with our clothes on, making every moment dirty and thrilling and something I craved.

I wasn't sure which one of us was in charge at that point. Me with my hands on her hips gently rocking her back and forth, or her, on top of me, knowing me well enough to know just how to drive me mad.

And then I felt it, that tipping point where it changed from slow and sensual to desperate and dirty.

It was like someone had pressed a nuclear detonator inside the both of us and, then we were tearing each other's clothes off.

When she sat over me in just her bra, she pushed me down hard and then reached behind herself and unclasped the bra in one swift movement of her fingers. When her breasts were free, I stared at them. I needed to worship them.

I sat up propping myself on my elbows again, reaching up to palm one of them, rubbing my thumb over the dusky tan nipple.

Nyla threw her head back, her breath coming in short gasps. "East."

"You're tits are fucking perfect. Did you know that?"

She arched her back even more, inviting me to keep going.

"Do you have any idea how many times a day I wank off to thoughts of you?"

"Do you now?"

She asked this even as she rotated her hips in a circular motion with that fever pitch of the slightly forbidden, just like when we were young. That need to have the other person but not quite knowing what awaited you. But knowing it was going to be beautiful.

Tracing my other hand up her back to give her support, I leaned her more so I could access both of her breasts. Kissing the tip of one, pulling it into my mouth, laving it, trying to inhale her honeysuckle scent, trying to make her permanently part of me.

When I moved over to the next one, she groaned loudly, perching herself slightly upright and digging her hands into my hair, holding me to her breasts. For some reason the right one was a little more sensitive. A fact I happily exploited.

As she held me to her, I sucked, nibbled, bit, licked.

All the while I could feel it coming, that sort of mind-blowing orgasm just on the precipice, sneaking up my spine like a tease. The kind that would surprise you and blow your fucking top off.

Fucking hell.

I should stop this, or we were going to be done before we even began.

When I tried to pull myself away from her, she held me fast.

I had to smile at that.

Fuck. I would rather be inside her, but if this was what she wanted, then this was what I would give. Because she deserved to have everything she wanted.

But then she pulled back. When I released her nipple, I stared at it, and it was red and abraded and puckered and looked well loved. My cock pulsed.

"Nyla, fucking hell. I could do that all goddamn night."

"I almost want you to."

"I have much more fun things planned too."

She shook her head. “No, I have something else in mind.”

The way she said it as her eyes twinkled and danced told me that there would in fact be torture in my future.

She started to scoot back out of my arms, and my instinct was to hold her tight. "Where the fuck are you going?"

"Release me."

I groaned but did as I was told.

And then she started to slide back. When she’d scooted back enough and her hips straddled my thighs, I watched her intently. Oh God, if she touched me, I was going to blow.

I would absolutely 100% blow.

My dick thought this was a fantastic idea.

But in my brain and my heart, I knew better.

I had one rule. Ladies first.

Nyla knew my rule, but she said, "There's something I've been dying to do."

A groan tore out of my chest. "Ny, I don't have any control. We can do this later, Just let me—"

But her delicate fingers were already wrapped around my cock and fucking hell, I saw stars.

The spike of pleasure hit me so hard I was pretty sure I started to shake, and I raised my hips to help her a little. Jesus, why did it feel like this? I thought I might die if I wasn't inside her soon.

But still, I wanted to come. Right the fuck now. No waiting, selfish. But I had to calm down because I had plans for her. So many plans…

She slid back even more, and my plans were forgotten the moment her tongue laved the tip of my dick.

I could feel it coming, the rush, the tingle… But then Nyla drew back, her long breath a mere whisper.

When I drove my eyes open and looked down at her she just gave me a beatific smile. "Oh, you didn't think I was going to let you come, did you?"

My mouth fell open, and I laughed as I dropped my head back. "Oh my God, you plan to make me pay."

"Hell, yes."

When her mouth was back on me, I wanted to yell glory to every single saint I'd ever heard about in church. But once again, she wasn't letting me lose control. This was about playing. About making me pay. When my hands went into her hair, she stopped altogether. When I gave her a questioning glance, she said, “Oh no, you don’t get to control this. I’m in control now.”

I shoved my hands into the duvet and made tight fists. Jesus she was going to kill me.

And she was giving it her best effort.

Her tongue stroked along the underside of my dick, stopping just when it reached the tip, flicking back and forth. She was an expert. This was all before running her hand up and slowly