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CHAPTER NINETEEN

NASH

Vale Monroe makes me a very conflicted man.

At times, everything feels right with her. Like she’s the moon and I’m the sea, I’m forever drawn to her. That’s what my heart tells me.

But my head tells me it’s wrong. This is a grave mistake, and I know damn well why.

Then there’s my cock; it just wants her. It feels everything, too, like this primal urge to claim her, to live inside her forever. Like this demand to take her again.

“Your turn,” I murmur down her neck.

“But...” she suddenly worries. “But don’t stress it. If I don’t come while we fuck, it’s okay.”

I glance up from her cleavage and grin. “Are you doubting me again?”

“No.” She blushes. “I just… Even though I feel broken, I don’t need to be fixed. I just want you to know you make me feel so good. Even if I don’t come, I like it.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah.” She laces her fingers through my hair. “I really like it.”

I rise and climb off the bed.

“Where are you going?” she asks, and I don’t answer.

I grab her mirror, propped against the wall, and lay it on the floor, the top of the frame wedged against the wall, the reflection facing the ceiling. Then, I take her hand. “Come here.”

She lets me pull her until she’s standing beside me, dwarfed by my size. I love how she’s so petite.

“What are you doing?” She blinks up at me.

“You said you look in the mirror, touch yourself, and make yourself come. That you have a beautiful pussy,” I fist her hair, “and I agree.”

Gently tugging her strands, I linger my other hand over her soft mound until I’m barely teasing her hard clit, making her gasp.

“So you’re going to look in the mirror,” I demand, “and watch me fuck you and see how beautiful it is when you come on my cock. Because liking my fuck, Vale, will never be good enough.” I spank her clit. She gasps. “You’re going to watch your pussy fucking love it.”

I spin her around, still holding her hair. “Step your legs apart,” I order, “and straddle the mirror. That’s it.” I take her hand, then her other. “Put these on the wall. Don’t move them, and bend over for me.”

She arches her back, sighing, “I like it when you’re a beast, Nash.”

“It’s clear you do, my poison. Look down.”

A milky drop of my cum has fallen from her pussy to the glass from our first time.

“Such a dirty girl,” I taunt. “I need to clean you.”

I kneel, straddling her mirror, too. It’s only a foot or so. It’s not hard, but goddamn I am. I get rock hard, pulling her cheeks apart, my tongue searching for our taste. When I dip it inside her opening, savoring our salty tang, she moans.

“Are you watching?” I ask before coaxing my tongue over her clit, making a show over pointing it, darting it over her little pearl so she can watch. “Are you watching me eat your beautiful pussy, Vale?”

“Yes,” she sighs.

I keep going, fluttering my tongue over her clit before dragging it down to take another taste of us, then I lave it up to her little puckered hole and circle it, over and over and making her groan.

Oh, what I want to do with her.

And I will, but what gets me off the most is doing this for her now.

I tongue her puckered hole, then her pussy, then her clit. Eating her is becoming my greatest kink until her thighs quiver.

“Nash,” she cries, “please, I’m ready. Please fuck me.”

“Hmm.” I rise, giving her plump peach a bite. “When you talk like that, poison, I never want you to shut up.”

I stand behind her, dragging my swollen tip through her soaked lips, and she trembles. Then I rub it over her clit until she’s arching and lifting on her toes for more.

“Are you ready for this?” I tease her entrance.

“Yes, Mr. Allen. Fuck me like a dirty girl and make me watch.”

Goddammit.

Smack. I spank her ass, and she squeals.

“Keep talking to me like that, Vale Monroe, and I will fuck your dirty girl pussy so hard, I’ll make you my woman forever.”

“Promise?” she gasps, but then I slowly urge inside her, leaving her no choice but to moan at my stretch.

I know I’m big, and thankfully, I know how to use it. I grab her hips and go slow. The first time I was inside her, I lost my mind; I knew I would. But now, we’re going to find this together.

I gaze down, staring at the stunning sight of my cock, sliding into her slick, hungry pussy. Goddamn, she gets so wet and swollen for me. Slowly, I pull out, admiring her milky lust coating my shaft.

Fuck, it drives me insane, urging my tip inside her again, getting ready to claim every inch, every breath of hers; her moans belong to me.

“What do you see, Vale?” I want her to have this. I want her to feel this because I need it, too. I need this with her and no one else. “Tell me, baby, what do you see in the mirror?”

She’s looking down, her hair and breasts swaying with my thrusts. “I see your hard cock.” Her voice trembles. “I see it parting my lips … and … oh god … oh god, you’re sliding into my pussy; I feel it so much, Nash. I feel you everywhere. My god, you’re huge and get so hard for me. You stretch me open… aaaaaa ,” she moans as I drive in deeper. “I love it,” she gasps at my next thrust making my eyelids flutter, lust pumping through my veins, pumping through my cock.

She does this to me.

With my left hand, I hold her hip; I guide our tempo. With my right, I put my fingers in my mouth, wetting them with my spit until they drip before I reach around and start circling her clit.

“Oh god,” her legs buckle a bit, so I bend mine and grab her hip harder, holding her up.

“That’s it,” I tell her. “This is how you deserve to be fucked, Vale. Take it. Watch your pretty pussy take it. It loves an older man with a big cock who knows how to use it.” I spank her clit. “Don’t you, dirty girl?”

“Yes,” she cries out as I thrust slowly while my fingers circle harder over her clit, her moans taunting my cock to do the same, to fuck her fast and furious, but I don’t. I wait.

I’ll wait forever to give this to her.

“Do you like it, Vale?” I change my rhythm, swaying my hips, moving in grinding circles deeper inside her swollen heat, her tight cunt making my teeth clench. “Or do you fucking love it?”

“I love it. I love it,” she cries.

“Do you like watching yourself get fucked?” I pinch her clit. “Or do you love watching my cock fuck you?”

“Yes, Mr. Allen. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me with your big cock. Yes.”

“I mean it,” I growl, spanking her ass again. “You’re a dirty girl when you talk like that.”

“Yes, I am. Yes, I am.”

I have her so close. She’s surrendering to her kink, to her lust, and it’s the same as mine. I wasn’t supposed to lust for an eighteen year-old, and she wasn’t supposed to want to fuck her best friend’s father, but we did.

We do.

“You wanna come for daddy?” I rub her clit harder, faster. “You want to be a good girl and watch me make your tight little pussy come so hard on my thick cock?”

“Yes!” Vale wails. “Yes, Nash, yes. Harder. Harder.”

I give her what she wants. It’s what I want, too. I thrust hard, my fingers brutally strumming her clit. I’m unrelenting and committed to her pleasure, taking her over the edge. I know how. “You’re such a good girl, Vale, coming on my cock while I fuck your sweet pussy.”

She groans, her legs shaking against mine. “Oh god, Nash, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

“Good girl, come hard,” I demand, moving my hand from her hip to wrap around her waist, to hold her up as her knees buckle and she falls apart, convulsing and groaning. Good god, I’ve never felt a woman with a pussy this strong. I feel her tightening, her orgasmic contractions milking my cock to come, too, but I clench my jaw, holding back.

She’s panting, she’s crying. Emotions hit me like a tidal wave, too, but I fight it. I fight for her. I need for her to feel this, to know how good it can be … we could be.

I let the wave shake through her body until she stills before I gently pull her to stand. Holding her warm back against my pounding chest, I wrap my arms around her, putting my lips to her ear.

“You were never broken, Vale.” Love strains my voice. “You were always mine .”

A sob escapes her throat as I kiss the tears falling over her flushed cheek. Her cries—joy, relief, awe, gratitude, pleasure … and something else—flood my heart.

I hold her while it rains through us. I didn’t know I could feel this much for a woman. It’s overwhelming and undeniable. It makes me confess everything I’ve hidden for years, “Poison, you take my breath away, and you can have it. I belong to you, too.”

Tenderly, she smiles, leaning into me, reaching behind her to hold me. The way she leans on me, trusting me, her edges melting into mine. This is the feeling men die for.

“Nash,” she’s still out of breath, “I… I…” She pauses, her body writhing against mine. “You feel so good.” My cock is still hard and inside her. “I think you can make me do it again. I think I really need to.”

“You need to come again?”

“Please,” she pants, “but let me do it. Let me ride you.”

I leave her body and guide her to the bed.

Gently, she shoves me, and I fall on the mattress, almost laughing because, hell yes, I’ve fallen for Vale Monroe.

But when she climbs on top and straddles me, I’m not laughing. I’m about to have my world rocked once again; I know it.

She fists my cock, gliding my swollen tip through her wet lips. “Mr. Allen,” she teases, “do you feel how wet your cock makes my pussy? How you made me such a dirty girl, coming only for you?”

“Vale,” I mutter, reaching to palm her tempting breasts. “Don’t. You drive me insane talking like that.”

“Why?” Slowly, she lowers, taking my length, inch by inch, and I groan as she taunts, “Did you want to fuck me? Did you want to pull my little black bikini aside and make my pussy take your hard cock like this?”

She starts gyrating her hips, rocking back and forth, making me feel how wet and swollen she is. How much she wants me. How she can take me.

“Yes,” I confess. “You’d walk around in those little tanks with these luscious tits,” I pinch her nipples, “and those little shorts making me obsess over your pussy. Such a dirty fucking girl. Making me want to yank them down and fuck the hell out of you.”

“Oh god,” she sighs, changing her tempo to slowly ride me up and down, stroking my cock inside her slick walls.

She gets off on this, our forbidden desire, and I do, too. For too long, I was ashamed of it. I hated myself for it, but it’s not wrong. Not now. Not when she feels so goddamn good.

“Show me,” I tell her. “Spread your lips open, and let me watch you fuck my cock like a good girl.”

“ Yesss ,” she shudders, reaching down to obey, opening her lips wide to let me see, see how she’s glossed my shaft with her lust, see how hard her little pink clit is, see her taking every inch of me.

“Play with yourself, Vale. Fuck me while you tell me what you used to do, thinking about me.”

Blood roars in my veins. My dick throbs to come, talking like this, watching her do this, but I don’t. I growl it back, waiting for her.

“I used to finger myself,” she confesses, gazing down at me, her fingertip circling her clit, her pussy riding my cock. “I used to imagine doing it for you, right in front of you like a good girl and making you come while I call you ‘Daddy.’”

“Oh fuck.” I arch my back, grabbing her hips.

“I used to want to be so bad for you.” Her breath is changing. She’s getting close. “I do want to be so bad for you, Nash. Let me. Make me do the dirtiest things for you, with you, because I want to. Please.”

Goddamn, if she insists.

I lift my fingers to her mouth, pressing them to her lips, and she sucks them, moaning. Then I take them out and reach around. The moment my fingertip circles her ass while she’s fucking my cock, she groans, her eyelids fluttering.

“That’s it,” I tease, pressing my finger inside her. “You want to be dirty for me, Vale? You want me to fuck you in front of my brothers?”

“Yes,” she gasps, leaning forward to rub her clit on my shaft, bracing herself against my pecs as she rides me harder. “Please.”

Fuck. Hang on.

I slide another finger into her ass, and she groans, shaking when my other fingers tug at her nipple. I want to suck it, but I can’t, not while I’m taking her over the edge. Not while I give her this. This will take her. It’ll take me, too.

“You want me to show them how I make you my dirty girl?” I pump my fingers. I pump my cock. “You want me to fuck your tight, virgin ass in front of the kings? You want to be my queen?”

“Yes, Nash. Yes,” she cries out, bucking on top of me, her orgasm locking her eyes to mine as it crashes down through her; she’s beautiful.

Too beautiful and mine.

I grab her hair and pull her to me, my hips hammering, my cock pounding harder inside her. It makes her orgasm last, her eyelids fluttering, her lips shaking over mine. We don’t kiss, but I swear to her, “You’re mine, Vale. Always. Every inch of you is mine to have. No one else.”

I keep pumping my fingers in her ass, my cock in her pussy, white heat building in my spine, the pressure about to explode. She keeps groaning and convulsing. “Say it,” I growl.

“Yes, Nash,” she stutters. “Oh god, yes.”

I hold her tight and let go, making her take everything I have. It’s hers. She’s mine. She makes me come so fucking hard.

I’m an evil man for wanting her, a redeemed man for having her. I will burn in hell for this heaven, and let’s go .

I was going to hell anyway.