Page 47 of Nauti Boy (Nauti 1)


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The sudden jolt of his hips buried him deeper as Kelly shuddered at the tight penetration, her head hitting the mattress as her hips lifted closer.

She was consumed with pleasure. It burned through her nerve endings, clenched her womb, convulsed her vagina, and demanded satisfaction.

“Now. ” Her hips lifted in a sharp, quick move as he fought to penetrate her slowly, to ease inside her. She didn’t want ease. She wanted the burn, the destructive, flaming pleasure she could feel building inside her.

And it came. The sudden upthrust buried his flesh deeper inside her, breaking through her virginity, sending a burst of rapture, sharp and much too short, through her system.

“Fuck! Kelly. ”

“Oh God. Oh God…yes. Please, Rowdy. ” She twisted beneath him, fighting the tighter hold on her hips, the sudden restraint as he paused above her. “Please. Fuck me. Fuck me now…”

She couldn’t scream; all she could do was lose her breath as he drew back then filled her, impaled her. Buried the full length of his cock inside her before he came over her, gripping her hair in his fingers as his lips covered hers.

Mindless, rapturous. The sensations blazed deeper, higher; they filled her senses, overcame reality, and sent her spiraling through a star-studded night as he gave her what she begged for.

His cock was a hard, blistering length of iron thrusting inside her, stroking tender tissue, building the tension, the pleasure, to a height that Kelly swore she couldn’t bear.

Writhing beneath him, she fought for release, gasping, begging, her hands buried in his hair, her lips open against his, every cell possessed by him, stroked by him, enflamed by him, until she was certain only death could await, because there was no way to survive such pleasure.

“Fuck! There, baby. ”

She was trying to scream as his lips lifted, one hand gripping her hip, the other her hair as her lashes raised and she fought to plead silently, desperately for release.

“There sweet Kelly,” he groaned, the strokes suddenly intensifying, the rapid-fire thrusts pulling the tension tighter. Deeper. “Just like that, baby. ”

She shook her head as she felt the sudden contractions in her womb.

“There it is sweetheart. ” His voice was tight, encouraging. “Let it have you, baby. I’ll hold you. I promise. ”

Rowdy would hold her. She wasn’t really going to die. She was going to disintegrate.

“Come for me, Kelly. Let it go, sweetheart. I have you. Forever, baby. ” His voice was guttural, desperate, carnal. It was like black velvet, rasping over her senses, surrounding her, stroking her, filling her.

Her release slammed into her. Kelly felt the sudden implosion, then a heavy gathering, a second before ecstasy exploded violently inside her.

Convulsive spasms of release erupted around his hard flesh, a heavy, wet warmth washing over his cock as her release spilled through her.

Her muscles locked around him, attempting to hold him, to capture forever the rapture radiating through her with such brilliant force.

And she did die, she thought with hazy perception. All preconceived notions of loving Rowdy, died. All her fantasies of what pleasure could be, they died. And they were reborn.

His voice wrapped around her, his arms surrounded her, and he was driving deep, burying himself inside her before she felt the white-hot flames of his release as he began to fill her, spurting inside her with a force that stole any remaining sanity she may have possessed.

Kelly collapsed beneath him, exhausted, fighting to breathe, her strength exhausted as she shuddered in the aftershocks of a pleasure she could have never imagined existed.

This was why women crowded around Rowdy. Why they vied for his attention and begged for his touch. Why she had waited, prayed, and saved herself for him alone.

“I love you. ” She could barely force the words from her lips as she let exhaustion take her. “Just love you. ”

THIRTEEN

Rowdy ordered pizza at midnight and brought it to bed. He fed her bites of pepperoni and cheese and let her drink from his beer. He propped himself behind her, naked, and let her use his chest for a pillow as she acclimated herself from being a virgin to being his woman.

“When were the parents getting home?” The moon had risen hours ago, somewhere around the time that Rowdy was making her scream in the shower.

“They were staying overnight. ” His voice was low, lazy. It soothed now, reaching into that part of her soul that had been stripped bare by his loving. “I thought we would stay the night on the boat. ”

Kelly stilled against him. She could feel the tension slowly invading his body now, and it wasn’t sexual.

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