by Hamel, B. B.
“Nash,” I whispered.
“You’re my wife,” he grunted. “My fucking girl, Selena. This pussy is mine.” He pressed his fingers deep inside me, and I moaned loudly. “Every inch of you is mine to do with what I want.”
“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, whatever you want.”
He pulled me from the wall and pushed me toward the bed. “Strip,” he commanded.
I did as he told me. I took off my shirt, unhooked my bra, took off my shorts, and tossed aside my panties. I stood in front of him completely naked. His eyes took in the full length of my body before he grabbed my hips, spinning me around. He pushed me over, putting my hands on the bedspread.
He grabbed my hair, tilting my head back to whisper in my ear. “I love this fucking pussy,” he said as he pressed his fingers deep inside me. “Fuck, Selena, I need this tight fucking pussy.”
“Oh my god, Nash,” I said as he fucked me with his fingers. “I want to feel you inside me so badly.”
He continued to stroke me with his fingers, his body pressed closer against mine, his lips next to my ear. His hands held my hair firmly as he went from rubbing my clit to fucking my pussy with his fingers.
“I want to taste you,” he said. “I want to taste every inch of you. I want to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my thick cock.”
“Whatever you want, Nash. I want you.”
He pulled back, and suddenly I felt his hands on my hips. I gasped as his face pressed against my pussy from behind, his tongue moving inside my pussy.
He began to eat me out from behind, his tongue working my pussy, pressing inside and then rolling down along my clit. He was so fucking dirty licking me like that, eating me out, licking every inch of me. It sent wave after wave of pleasure running through me, and I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt. I was ready to give myself to him, and he just licked me like that, lapping up my soaked pussy, tongue working my clit and then pressing deep inside my pussy.
It felt incredible. I gripped the sheets and moaned into the fabric. “Fuck, Nash,” I groaned. “Oh my god that feels good.”
“You taste incredible,” he said. “I want to lick this pussy all fucking day long. I want to make you scream my name and come over and over again.”
He slapped my ass as he licked my pussy from behind. He was strong and commanding, and I completely lost myself in him. I felt his tongue roam all around my pussy, his strong hands gripping my hips, slapping my ass. I moaned and gripped the sheets, saying his name over and over, wanting him so badly. My mind was blank with pleasure rocking through me.
I felt like I was on the edge. His tongue kept working, licking me, licking me, pressing inside me, licking down along my skin, on my clit, his strong hands gripping my hips. I was moaning loudly, losing myself, my mind a blank but the pleasure and Nash.
And just as I was close to coming, so deliciously close, he pulled back.
“Nash,” I groaned. “Please. Don’t stop.”
I looked back and watched him open a condom and roll it down over his cock. “Oh, I’m not stopping,” he said. “I just want to feel you come on my cock.”
I gasped as he grasped my hips and pressed himself deep inside me. I was so soaking wet that he slipped easily inside, pressing deeply. That incredible sensation of pleasure and pain rocketed through my mind, though it was way more pleasure than pain this time.
I was getting used to his size, and it was so incredible. He began to rock inside me, thrusting in and out slowly. He pulled my hair, lifting my chin back.
“I love this fucking slick cunt,” he whispered. “I want to fuck your pussy until you scream my name.”
I could only moan in response. I was on the edge and loving it, all pent-up, bad energy beginning to slowly spill from me. Nash began to fuck me harder, his cock thrusting deep inside my soaked pussy. I took every inch of him, every single inch of his thick, long cock. I began to buck my hips back against his, wanting more.
“That’s how you like it,” he grunted. “You like it rough and hard. Ride that fucking cock, girl.” I worked my hips at his command, moving my back and legs, slamming myself into him. He grunted, wrapping his hand around my thigh and pressing his fingers against my clit.
Waves of deep pleasure. I kept slamming myself back, moaning, sweat peaking along my body, taking his thick cock, riding his length. I was so wet, so slick, that I slid up and down along him.
“God I love watching that body work,” he said. “I want to fuck this pussy for everyone to see. I want the world to know how fucking delicious you are, how fucking sexy.”
He slapped my ass, hard, and I moaned. He reached forward and felt my breasts as he took over fucking me, thrusting hard, fast, deep. He fucked me like an animal, riding my ass like it was nothing. He fucked me slick and deep, rough and hard, and I could only moan, over and over, saying his name.
“That’s right,” he grunted. “Take that fucking cock, girl. You dirty fucking girl. You love getting this tight pussy fucked deep and hard. You want me to fill you up with my hot cum, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh my god. I’m so fucking close, Nash. Keep going.”
Just then, he pulled back. I felt him slip out of me. He grabbed my hips and turned me, pressing me onto my back. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up in the air, pulling my ass to the edge of the bed while he remained standing.
“I want to see your face,” he said. “I want you to look in my eyes while you fucking come.”
I gasped as he pressed himself back inside me. He began to fuck me again, and I held on to my breasts, barely able to think as entirely new sensations flooded me from the new angle.
I watched his face, his handsome, rugged face as he fucked me.
“Come on my cock, girl,” he said. “Come for me. I want to make my fucking wife come on my thick cock. I love watching it slide in and out of your tight cunt, filling you up.”
“Keep going,” I whispered. “Keep going, Nash. Keep fucking me.”
He pressed his thumb against my clit, and I threw my head back, gripping the sheets above my head, pleasure rocking me. He fucked me harder, deeper, sweat covering our bodies, pleasure rolling through my skin. Every inch of me was on fire as he fucked me, and everything was right, everything was perfect.
And then the orgasm burst through my spine.
My whole body tensed, my muscles contracting, as the incredible wave of pleasure blew through me.
“That’s right,” he said. “Come for me, girl. You fucking drive me wild.”
I came hard and fast, my whole body clenched. He didn’t let up didn’t slow down, just fucked me mercilessly. He held onto my hips and pulled me tight, slamming his cock inside me, fucking me rough, hard, deep. He had no mercy for me, and I didn’t want any. All I wanted was his strong body dominating mine, fucking me deep, making my pussy his.
And my pussy was his. Every inch of my body was his. His cock filled me, and I knew I was his as the orgasm rocketed through me.
“Fuck. That face sends me over the edge,” he grunted, and I watched as he stiffened.
“Fill me up, Nash,” I moaned. “Come inside me. Come in my pussy.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, slamming into me. I watched as he came, his whole body stiff, grunting his pleasure into me.
He slowly finished and collapsed onto the bed next to me.
“That was what I needed,” he grunted. “Nothing like good sex after killing a man.”
I laughed. “Don’t be gross.”
“Sorry.”
I pressed my head against his chest and felt his heart beating, his breath moving in and out of his lungs.
“Why did that happen?” I asked softly.
“There are a lot of crazy fucking people in the world.” He paused. “It won’t happen again.”
“How do you know?”
“It won’t,” he repeated more firmly.
I nodded. “Okay. I believe you.”
The horror of earlier was still ling
ering at the edges of my mind, but for some reason I felt so much better already. Just having him near me, touching my body, it made me feel right.
Ever since it had happened, he was the only thing I could think about. Not how horrible it was seeing him kill that man, or the fear I felt for my life and his, but how badly I wanted to touch Nash, to kiss him.
It wasn’t even to thank him for saving me. It was just pure need.
I snuggled closer to him, and he didn’t move. We just stayed there, silently breathing together, looking up at the ceiling, sweat drying in the cool air.
Chapter Thirty: Nash
I woke up, not sure where I was or what time it was. For a few seconds the room was completely unfamiliar.
And then I realized I was lying naked in bed next to Selena. She was clearly still asleep too.
I checked the clock. It was after seven, and the sun had already set outside. The insanity of the day came back to me slowly.
I could see that bastard’s face as he held the gun to Selena’s head. I could see him as I pulled the trigger, the surprise in his eyes.
I rolled over onto my back and looked at her. She stirred but didn’t wake, her breathing deep and even. The sex came wafting back into my memory, her body, the way she came. My cock was already getting hard again at the thought of her so close, her body bare.
I didn’t know what was happening to me. I’d never felt this way about someone before, never would have risked what I had earlier for someone. In the moment, all I had been able think about was keeping her safe.
And in some ways, that fucking terrified me.
There was a light knock at the door. Selena took a sharp breath, and I put a hand on her back. “It’s okay,” I said softly.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“Not sure.”
“What time is it?”
“Around seven.”
“Oh. We slept for a few hours.”
“Yeah,” I said, getting out of bed. I slipped my pants and shirt back on. “Go back to sleep. I’ll deal with it.”
“Okay,” she mumbled, rolling over.
I walked over to the door and looked out the peephole. Livy stared back at me, impatient.
I opened the door and stepped out, shutting it behind me. “What’s up, Liv?”
“You guys okay?”
“Yeah. We’re fine. Selena is sleeping.”
She nodded. “Good. Detectives want to talk to you guys some more tomorrow, but they managed to identify the guy.”
“Who was he?”
“His name was Sam Bish. Apparently he’s been in and out of mental institutions for a long time, though he was supposed to be medicated.”
“Guess he stopped taking the pills.”
She nodded. “Guess so.” She paused, frowning. “You okay?”
“Not the first guy I’ve killed, Liv.”
“I know that, but it’s different when you’re not at war.”
“It wasn’t different,” I said. “It was just part of the job.”
She sighed, looking down the hall. “Yeah, well, I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Is that your way of saying you care?”
“Don’t push it, Nash.” She looked back at me and smiled. “I have other news, actually.”
“What’s that?”
“Your movie. It got the green light. Filming begins in a month.”
I raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. Congratulations, Nash. You’re about to make a lot of money.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s happening so suddenly.”
“That’s how it works.” She looked down at her phone, frowned, and looked back at me. “So, they want you to be a consultant.”
“What’s that mean?”
She shrugged. “You’ll probably sit around and tell them if something looks stupid. And they’ll probably ignore you, but you’ll get a nice fat paycheck on top of what you’ll already make.”
“Can’t really say no then, can I?”
“The publisher wants you to go,” she said slowly.
I nodded. “Okay. That’s settled then. I have my marching orders.”
“Don’t be annoyed, Nash.”
“Not annoyed.” I leaned against the door. “Might be nice to stay in one place for a while. Selena might like it better.”
“She’ll come?”
I grinned at Livy. “She is my wife after all.”
Liv smiled back. “Whatever you say. Look, I have to go. Take the night off. We’ll talk tomorrow morning.”
“Sounds good.”
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Fine, Liv. Thanks.”
She nodded once and then turned and walked off. I was surprised by how much Livy seemed to care; I hadn’t been sure she had it in her. People could surprise you sometimes.
I turned back to the door and swiped my keycard, unlocking it. The light was on inside and Selena was in the bathroom. Fully dressed, unfortunately.
“Who was that?” she asked.
“Guess.”
“Our lovely handler?”
“Exactly.” I walked into the bathroom and wrapped my arms around her. She smiled as I kissed her neck.
“What did she want?”
“Good news,” I said.
“What?”
“My movie got the green light.”
“Nash!” She turned around and kissed me. “That’s great.”
“They want me to come act as a consultant. Filming starts in a month, so I guess we’ll be going to L.A. soon.”
She smiled. “That’s amazing.”
“We’ll stay in one place, won’t have to travel around. Have you been there before?”
She shook her head. “No. Never.”
“You’ll like it.” I kissed her, pulling her roughly against me. “Now, I have something else I want from you.”
She smiled. “I think I can guess what that is.”
I pressed my lips against her ear. “Get used to it,” I said.
I kissed her hard, not a fucking care in the world.
Chapter Thirty-One: Selena
I woke up early, my body tired and sore in a good way. Nash was still sleeping next to me as I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom, shutting the door.
The night before flashed through my mind. We hadn’t left the bed, and he’d been insatiable. We stopped only to have some room service. He wouldn’t keep his hands off of me, his fingers so incredible, his mouth all over my skin, his cock deep between my legs.
I shivered, smiling at the thought of him sliding in and out of me, over and over, his strong hands rough on my hips.
Nash Bell. The biggest asshole in the world, my fake husband. I didn’t know what was happening between us, or where any of this was going, but I knew I wanted to be with him. I wanted to go to L.A. and see what happened. Maybe things wouldn’t work out, maybe we’d end up getting a divorce for real. Maybe he just wanted to fuck me until he was done with me. I didn’t know. But I wanted to find out.
Because I was falling for him, deeply and crazily.
I sighed, looking in the mirror. I was trying desperately not to think about what had happened with that crazy guy, but I kept getting flashes of his face. I could feel the gun pressed up against my head and feel my heart hammering in my chest, fear spiking through me.
I took a deep breath and let it out.
It was okay. Nash was in the other room, and I was safe. He wasn’t going to leave again, and if he did, he’d come back. He always came back.
Just then, my phone began to ring. I nearly jumped out of my skin, but I quickly ran out of the bathroom and grabbed it off the dresser. Nash stirred and looked up at me. “What time is it?” he grunted, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t recognize the number, but the area code was from my hometown.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hi, honey. It’s Mom.”
“Hey, Mom,” I said, walking away from Nash. He
was watching me too intently. I went into the bathroom and shut the door. “What’s going on? I didn’t recognize the number.”
“Sorry to call so early.” She sounded stressed and tired. “I’m calling from the hospital.”
My breath caught in my chest. “Dad?” I asked.
“I think you should come home.”
I could hear the pain in her voice. I could hear it in her voice, knew what was happening, but I couldn’t believe it.
He had looked bad the last time I’d seen him, very bad. But I didn’t think we were at this point, not yet. We were so far away from this point, years away. I hadn’t even gotten their money yet.
“Why?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“He’s doing a lot worse than I’ve been telling you,” Mom said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to ruin your new marriage, but it’s pretty bad. That’s why we came to visit you guys. We weren’t sure if we’d ever get another chance.” She paused for a second. “Sweetie,” she said, choking slightly, “you need to come home.”
I felt my whole body freeze. The world stopped moving around me.
I stared ahead and couldn’t think.
My mom kept talking, but I didn’t really hear what she was saying. I couldn’t pay attention, couldn’t make the words make sense. I could only think, over and over, about how my dad was dying. He was dying in the hospital.
I don’t know how long I sat there for.
But eventually I found myself looking up at Nash, his face blank. He was gently lowering my hands and taking the phone away. I stared at him, in total shock. “I have to go home,” I said to him.
“I know,” he said.
And when he hugged me, I couldn’t stop the tears. I cried against his chest and he didn’t say a word.
It took a few hours before I could get myself together enough to think coherently.
“Don’t worry about the flight,” Nash said. “I’ll take care of it.”
I was packing my stuff frantically, practically throwing it all into my suitcase. I was barely paying attention to him.
“You’ll be on the next flight. You’ll get back as soon as possible.”
I nodded. “Okay.”