Chapter 31
NATHAN
“Keep your arms above your head.” I warn. But she moves them back as soon as I release them. I grab them tightly and bring them back up. “Do you really want to annoy me? Because you are getting it.”
“Great.”
“You think that's great?” She nods, biting her lip and making my cock throb. “You are challenging me as always. This is not going to end well. If you move them again, you'll regret it. Do you understand?” She nods. But repeats the same motion when I let go. Oh, shit. I drive them back into place with force, startling her.
With one swift movement I rip her shirt in half. She gasps. I use the rest of the t-shirt to attach her wrists to the headboard. I turn my attention back to her jeans, taking them off in a hurry.
I crawl over her, kissing the fabric of her panties, her belly, between her breasts, her neck, and finally take possession of her mouth with my tongue. I have the urge to devour her. I would if I could. She reciprocates with the same hunger, lifting her hips trying to rub herself against my cock. I reach for her breast with one hand, squeezing her nipple beneath her bra.
I rip off the bra the way I can, watching straps break and leave marks on her skin. I suck hard on one of her nipples and she moans. I take her other breast in my hand and squeeze.
“Nathan!” She complains. I bite her nipple and squeeze his breast tighter in my hand. “Oh, shit.” She moans. “It's hurting...” I can see the pain in her expression. But I ignore it by squeezing her nipple hard between my fingers. “Please.”
“Say it.”
“Huh?”
“Say what I want to hear.” I suck hard and keep biting and squeezing. She looks at me confused, trying to understand.
“Please sir.” She whispers, when she understands.
I smile. Good girl. I start playing with my tongue, making her moan. I slide my hand under her panties, rubbing her clit and sticking a finger inside her. “So wet.” I make a circular motion inside her. “Do you want to come like this?”
“I want you.” She says panting.
“Do you want me?” I stop playing with my tongue on her nipples and remove my finger from inside her.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good girl.”
I stand up, taking off my pants, while she watches me intently. I take the opportunity to release her wrists. I lie down between her legs and put them over my shoulders. She closes her eyes preparing herself for what I am about to do. I press her clit with my fingers and she runs her hand through my hair, I slide my tongue up and down, savoring her delicious taste. She moans and pulls my hair tight. I stick my tongue in her, and she moves her hips against my mouth. Her taste was divine.
“Oh, shit.” She groans in a hoarse voice. I would devour her whole if that were possible. I suck her clit and she moans loudly. Her eyes meet mine. She is panting and suddenly smiles.
“Something funny, Miss Collins?” She gives a devilish smile and bites her lip.
“This is exactly the perfect place for you sir. Seeing this beautiful face between my legs is...”
“Is?” She raises her torso by leaning on her elbows.
“Finish what you started.”
“So authoritative.”
I get down on my knees and lean over her, who kisses me in a provocative way, a long, rough kiss full of urgency.
“Please, Nathan.” She begs, her eyes glued to mine. I like it when she calls me Mr. Ryan, but I like it even better when she calls my name. Especially when she is coming. At that moment I would do anything she asks me.
Holding the base of my cock, I slowly penetrate her. She moans and I continue kissing her between thrusts. Feeling her squeeze me inside her. Our bodies begin to sweat. I increase the rhythm and she digs her nails into my back, begging with her forehead pressed against mine. I sink deeper inside her. Nothing could be better than this. Hot and wet, squeezing me. Fuck. My movements become stronger and more violent, lost in her. She is to blame for this. Her moans are already my favorite sound. It's scary to realize how much I need her.
“Yes. Yes.” Her voice is desperate. She pulls my hair tight. I close my eyes, and feel a delicious sensation take over me, I try to find her clit with one hand and press it. She moans, letting her head fall back. She squirms, clinging to me. “Nathan...” She moans, after squeezing my cock hard inside her, coming.
“Fuck Kate...” I growl, squeezing my eyes shut and burying my face in her shoulder as my body shakes and I come, collapsing on top of her. I open my eyes feeling her move beneath me, moaning. I stare at her and laugh. I get up and walk to the bathroom, where I clean myself up.
When I come back, she is dressed in my shirt. Damn. So sexy, it stuns me. When she sees me, she spends a few seconds staring at my naked body indiscreetly. She blinks and looks away when she realizes what she is doing. I smile. I like that she is attracted to me.
“I will need this to get back to my room.” She pulls the fabric of her shirt across her chest. I walk over to my pants, picking them up from the floor. I put them on, and she does the same with her pants. She walks to the door. But she seems to remember that it is locked, so she stops and turns to me.
“Can you open?” I realize that she didn't say where she was exactly. Even though I know I shouldn't ask, because she will tell me to mind my own business, I dare.
“Where were you? Earlier?” She arches one of her eyebrows, sharply drawn.
“That's none of your business.”
“Shit. It's just a simple question. - She takes a breath and relaxes her shoulders.”
“I was shopping. Anything else?” She rolls her eyes, annoyed.
“Can you see? Being a little polite, costs nothing.”
“Go fuck yourself and open this damn door.”
“It's a pity you can't get it for more than a minute.’ How can she be so annoying. I walk past her, taking the key from my pocket, and open the door. I step out of the way so she can pass and offer her a fake smile.
“Thank you.” She returns the same smile. Outside she hesitates and turns to me, opening with a smile that should make me afraid. “Sorry, Mr. Ryan. I just remembered that I met someone when I was shopping.” Who would she meet here? She doesn't know anyone. Does she?
“Who are you talking about?”
“Mr. Kent.” What? What the fuck? “He wished you good luck in business. But don't worry, he was very gentlemanly, we even had lunch together. See you later, Mr. Ryan.” She can only be joking. Turning her back to me, she walks toward her room, with a winning smile.
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