Page 47 of Want You

He gasped as her hand slipped into his sweats, wrapping around him. There was nothing gentle about her grip. No suggestion in her action. Only a demand.

“I had a long day, honey.” Her words brushed his neck as she dropped a kiss there. “I’m not in the mood for a long fuck.”

Nathan swallowed at her implication. No foreplay, no teasing, no taking his time tasting every inch of her or watching as her pussy slowly swallowed his cock.

He reached into his pants and covered her hand with his, pulling her away from him.

“You sure you know what you’re asking for, baby?”

“Yes.” She nipped his neck and then squeaked in shock as he turned her around so fast he had to grab her waist to keep her from falling over.

“Grab the dresser,” he demanded, pulling up her skirt as he pushed down his pants.

She did as he said, looking over her shoulder at him, nothing but want in her eyes.

“You’re not wearing any panties, Octavia. Have you been thinking about this all day? Thinking of coming home and jumping right on my cock?”

She nodded, making a sound that had him growing impossibly harder as he ran his finger along the crotch of her pantyhose, smiling at how wet the delicate fabric was. He pushed his fingers into it, testing their strength at the seam. They split almost immediately and the thought of fucking her through the hole became his singular focus.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him. “I’m going to fuck you just like this, is that what you want? Want me to fuck a hole right through these slutty tights?”

“Oh god.” She moaned, squirming against him. “Hurry,” she whined.

Nathan took himself in hand and guided the tip of his dick to the hole he’d created, the sensation of slipping through into her wet cunt causing stars to form in his vision.

“Fucking Christ.” He gasped as he sank all the way to the hilt. He could stay like this forever, the tightness of the fabric with the tightness of her pussy one of the best sensations he’d ever experienced.

“Nath—” she started to say, only to be cut off when he started to move, testing the flexibility of the hose as he increased his speed.

Her knuckles turned white as she held onto the dresser, crying out when his fingers found her clit and squeezed, her head falling back as she panted.

“If only your client could see you now. Still in your court clothes being railed against a dresser because you spent the entire day horny for my cock.” He grunted, picking up the pace when he felt her start to clench. “Were you wet for me all day?” he asked, twisting her hair in the hand that had just been playing with her clit.

“Yes.” She moaned, pushing herself back against him.

“I bet they could fucking smell how turned on you were, but this is just for me right?”

She nodded and he slowed his pace, earning a delicious little whimper from her.

“Say it, Octavia.” He gripped her hair harder, watching as she swallowed. “Who do you belong to?” he demanded, not sure where this sudden possessiveness was coming from.

“You,” she breathed out. “Just you.”

“Fucking right.” He drove his hips forward, returning to the punishing pace as she broke apart around him, triggering his own orgasm. He kept fucking her, even as his legs felt like they’d give way, reaching down to feel how coated he was in them as he continued sawing into her. He brought his hand up and slipped his fingers between her parted lips. The sound of approval she made would have had him coming more had he not just done so. He turned her head so he could kiss her, his tongue licking into her mouth, tasting. “We taste good together, Autumn girl.”

Nathan held Octavia against him as he caught his breath, the Ghost bobblehead still bobbing, as if approving of what they’d just done.

CHAPTER 24

OCTAVIA

Getting home from work and being fucked hard followed by a long leisurely soak in a jacuzzi tub was something Octavia could find herself getting very used to. She laid there, her head lulling lazily on the lip at the end of the tub, listening to the sounds of a hot man making dinner down the hall.

The day had been shit. Court had been a nightmare as her client, Kyle Gentry, wouldn’t stop talking over the judge. Usually things were done outside of the courtroom, but Gentry had refused all the agreements offered and so they’d gone before a judge. And the bastard had lost a case that should have been an easy win. She tensed again thinking about it, the full body relaxed feeling she’d felt after Nathan had fucked her disappearing faster than the bubbles around her.

She hadn’t expected to be where she was. Not in her career and certainly not soaking in the bathtub of a professional hockey player. She’d dreamed of travelling more. Of defending people who needed help, not millionaires who didn’t think agreements and the law applied to them.

She found herself sinking lower and imagining what a life with Nathan could mean. Selling her townhouse and moving in here. She’d have enough money to walk away from her job. She could actually afford to think about doing something else with her degree.