Threading my fingers in his hair, I pull his face to mine, but he dips his head and nuzzles my neck instead, biting and sucking while he spreads my thighs apart. And when his fingers slide through my wet center, I moan his name. The arrogant jackass laughs, and I hate myself for being so needy with him.
“I’m desperate to be inside you as much as you want me there, corazón,” he growls, and that knowledge makes me smile.
“Then please,” I whimper.
He dips one thick finger inside me, and my back bows with pleasure. “Jesus, you feel even better than I imagined you would.” He groans. “You’re soaked for me, little Spitfire.”
He peppers kisses along my jawline while he fucks me with his finger, drawing a series of moans from my body. When he adds a second digit, my back bends, and I dig my fingernails into his scalp.
“I had to fuck my hand twice last night after only tasting you. Once I bury my cock inside your tight little cunt, I’m going to be addicted. I’m going to fuck you every goddamn chance I get. I’m going to make you spill your cum on every surface of this penthouse. Are you ready for that?”
He twists his fingers inside me, and burning pleasure rockets through my core. “Y-yes!”
The animalistic sound he makes sends shivers of excitement and anticipation down my spine. Without warning, his fingers leave, but before I can protest, he leaps on top of me like a panther.
He pushes me down flat to the countertop and straddles me, making me gasp. Then he unfastens his belt and pants and frees his thick, incredibly impressive length. “I know I should take you to bed, but I can’t wait another second to be inside you.”
I pull him down on top of me, letting him know that the feeling is mutual. He climbs between my legs and nudges them apart before pressing the engorged head of his crown at my entrance. I hiss at the way it burns when he inches inside me and stretches me wide.
He stills his hips, his lips pressed against my ear. “You okay?”
“Yeah. It’s just … you’re kind of big,” I admit, even though this man’s ego needs no inflating, but he doesn’t make any smug comments. Instead, he presses a kiss beneath my ear. “You can take all of me, corazón, but you just let me know when you’re ready. Because once I’m all the way in, I won’t be gentle.”
I cling to him, and he rests his forehead against mine, his breaths labored and his muscles vibrating as he waits for me. The guttural sound he makes when I shift my hips has me suppressing a smile. Arguably one of the most powerful men in the entire country is trembling with the effort of not fucking me. It makes me feel like I’m made of granite. “I’m ready.”
“Thank fuck,” he grunts, sinking deeper inside me. The burning gives way to intense shockwaves of pleasure.
I wrap my legs around his waist, but he pushes them back down and fixes me with his fiery gaze. “No, corazón, you keep those beautiful legs spread as wide as you can for me,” he commands in that low, distinctive growl that turns me to putty in his hands.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and nod while he pushes deeper. Euphoria races through my veins, and I let out a cry.
“You like that?” He pulls out and drives back in. “You like my cock filling your tight cunt?”
God, his filthy mouth has me purring like a kitten. “Uh-huh.”
He presses a kiss on my forehead. “I’m going to ruin you, corazón. Every time you move tomorrow, you’re going to feel me inside you.”
“Please!” I claw at his suit jacket and suck in deep breaths as Nathan fucks me into the countertop. He was right about not being gentle, but I don’t want that. I want this side of him. Raw and primal and unrestrained.
I look up at the ceiling and see us reflected in the polished chrome of the overhead light fixtures. Him in his suit and me sprawled naked beneath him, legs spread wide as he nails me into oblivion, and the sight alone is enough to make my thighs tremble.
Wetness slicks my thighs, and the sound of him driving in and out of me might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
Nathan’s lips are hot against my ear, his breath dancing over my skin every time he grunts and groans, only adding to the overwhelming sensations already swirling through me. “Such a good wife. You take my cock so well.”
“Holy crap.” My walls squeeze him, and my entire core feels like it floods with hot liquid pleasure.
“You think I can make you squirt for me again?” he asks with a throaty chuckle.
“I d-don’t …” I throw my head back, unable to finish the thought as my orgasm crashes over me, making every cell in my body melt into the countertop.
“That’s my girl,” Nathan grunts. He pins my wrists on either side of my head so he can rail into me even harder. Stars pepper my vision, and I can do nothing but lie here and take everything he gives me because I am completely obliterated. Boneless.
And when his hips still, he sinks his teeth into the base of my neck. I whimper his name and gasp for breath, my mind reeling with questions and emotions.
But one thought prevails—I want to be Nathan James’s wife for real.
Forever.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
NATHAN
Iwake the next morning with her warm body curled up against me. I’ve never been a cuddler after sex, but something about the way she’s wrapped around me feels right. Banding my arms around her waist, I drop a soft kiss on her head.
She stirs, murmuring something in her sleep and rubbing her wet pussy against my hip. I bite down on my lip and grunt. My dick’s already hard, and she’s making it ache. I should roll her off me and go make coffee so we can have clear heads when we talk about what last night means for our relationship, but I can’t tear myself away from her.
I rest my lips against her hair, and the scent of her coconut shampoo floods my senses.
“What time is it?” she mumbles.
I glance at the luminous clock on my nightstand. “A little after eight.”
She sits up and rubs her eyes. “I have to get to work.”
“Relax, corazón. It’s Saturday.”
