by Alice Moore
“Ah-h-… pl- please- Nash-“ Moaning, I ground my hips against Nash’s leg as his tongue and teeth sent bolts of pleasure to my core. Twisting with desire, my abdomen clenched to spill my dampness onto my panties, and he released my wrists to reach down. Unfastening my shorts, he slid underneath them to prod my clit with experimental fingertips.
“So wet- just like I knew you would be.” Parting my flushed, aching folds with his middle finger, Nash spread my juices up my slit to circle my nub. “Fuck-“
“Oh sh-h-it!” Plunging two fingers into my channel, Nash’s loud groan mingled with my squeal to make a beautiful sound that echoed in my ears. Writhing as he curled and retreated only to surge back in, I spread my legs wide in wanton abandon. His mouth traveled the valley between my breasts, leaving a trail of thick saliva that burned my skin.
Tilting my hips to the rhythm of his hand, I clutched the pillow above my head to arch my body. Nash’s fingers stretched my channel, making ready for the hard length that gyrated against my thigh.
Retreating from my channel, Nash’s wet fingertips slipped up to my clit to rub furiously, and my thighs quaked. The harsh fabric of my shorts scraped my legs as he pulled them down roughly, and I kicked out my feet to send the material flying. Spreading my legs as far as I could, I trembled at the heat of his gaze on me as he leaned back on his knees.
“You look even better naked, Natalie.” Gasping when Nash gripped my thighs, I bit down on my bottom lip to crack open my eyes. His shirt was unbuttoned to reveal the lightly toned planes of his chest, and his pants were hanging off the foot of the bed. Blinking slowly, I barely managed to wonder when he’d taken them off before the spongey head of his cock slipped along my slit.
Flying to Nash’s face, my eyes widened at the rapture I found there as he watched himself become slick with my juices. His was an expression that burned into my memory, never to be washed away.
In one easy thrust Nash plunged into my depths, and our cries mingled in the open air. Dropping onto his elbows, he trapped me beneath his hot body to crash his lips on mine. My moans were muffled by his mouth, his tongue delving behind my teeth to tangle with mine.
Setting a steady pace, Nash tangled his hands in my hair to hold me down as the pleasure of his assault threatened to send me into the clouds. With each thrust his grunt flowed down my throat, and I clamped down on his length. The sharp ridge of his cock caressed my walls, delivering the sensations I had been denied for so long.
“Cum, Natalie- let me feel it.” Mumbling against my lips, Nash’s low command was the thing I needed to fling myself over the edge. With all of my strength I squeezed his cock, my eyes rolling slightly from the force. Pleasure washed over me, body spasming as he bore down on me. His hips stuck to mine as he rode my orgasm, and I ground my teeth together as my heart slammed against my chest.
“Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck!” Pressure built behind my eyes, and my breath left my aching lungs in a gust when I fell back. Flexing his hands in my hair, Nash released a heavy breath of his own before ducking his head into my neck with a groan.
“You cum so beautifully. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t make that face anymore.” Thrusting his hips, he drew a rasping gasp from my lips even as I nodded furiously.
Chapter Four:Nash
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About the Author
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Who is Alice Moore?
She is British, from London.
She is in her early 30’s.
Although she is from England she prefers her Starbucks coffee with WHIPPED cream rather than a boring cup of tea but doesn’t despise people who prefer the latter.
Alice enjoys writing in the cold weather as it gives her an excuse to snuggle under the bed sheets and write under the warmth of her laptop with an old and faint pink heart sticker on the side that she deems essential to her romance writing inspiration. Seriously don’t even think about telling her to remove it cause practically the whole world has tried and given up before.
She enjoys outings such as going at the bars in the corner of her street with some friends or a walk in the park with her dog Fushia which is also her favorite color(Fuchsia). On such walks she enjoys allowing her mind to drift while spying on lovers that publicly yet shyly display their love and affection and she goes on walking and imagining a steamy romance story about how this love came to be until the smell of Fushia’s small presents on the grass hits her nose thus bringing her back to the real world.
Alice specializes in writing BDSM romance novels (let’s just say that this Alice has a totally different idea of what wonderland should be like) and just loves fantasizing about the day when an alpha male billionaire that just always takes what he wants, will make her his forever <3.
Please follow Alice and her wild romance adventures, you won’t be disappointed, I promise!