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“I wanted you to fuck me,” she gritted out as his fingers continued to push deeper into her. “Want you to fuck me,” she amended.

“Was that so goddamn hard,” he said before kissing her roughly, pushing her harder into the wall. He ripped his hand away and bunched her dress up to her waist before lifting her, trapping her against his chest and the wall.

He stilled, his eyes searching her face. “Do you want me to get a con⁠—”

“No,” she blurted, shaking her head. “I trust you. I want you just like this. Just us.”

The head of his cock slid along her slit, testing the waters, almost daring her to reconsider. All she did was pull his mouth to hers, squeezing her legs tighter around his hips. She felt him slip in, felt his breathing change as he slid into her.

“Fuck, Autumn,” he stammered as his arm slipped down to her waist, holding her in place against him. “Don’t fucking move,” he whispered against her lips. “You feel too good, so fucking good, baby.” His teeth sunk into her bottom lip, the sting travelling all the way to her clit. “Did you know, because of you, walls turn me on now? I see one and I think how fucking good you’d look against it, taking my cock, my fingers. How good you tasted when you were riding my tongue, your legs hooked around my shoulders, suffocating me with that gorgeous cunt."

She felt him begin to slide out and tightened her legs, silently urging him to stop the retreat.

He thrust back in without warning and she moaned into his mouth as he kissed her again before ripping his mouth away, breathing hard. Nathan rested his forehead against hers, their frantic breaths mingling as he set a blistering pace.

“So. Good,” she choked out, her words coming out in a staccato pattern.

All at once she felt herself pulled back against him, and they were moving as he carried her back to his bedroom.

“Octavia,” he warned as she squeezed around where he was still deep inside her.

“Hurry u—” The word was lost as her back hit the bed, his big body nearly landing on her.

“You want me to be fast, Octavia?” He thrust into her so hard her answer never made it past her lips. “Or do you want it…” He withdrew agonizingly slow. “I can feel every goddamn inch of you like this. You know what you feel like?” Yours, she thought but clamped her mouth shut. “Perfection,” he said, looking down at her, his face softer than it had been in the hall.

He knelt back on his heels, dragging her hips up his thighs and pushing her dress up and over her chest. He tugged her bra down, exposing her breasts, and she sighed at the relief of not having her nipples rub against the fabric. “Fucking perfect,” he breathed out, tweaking each nipple between his fingers as he began to roll his hips slowly.

Octavia’s head lolled to the side, her arms spread wide, hands gripping the duvet.

He slowed his pace again and when she looked up at him, his eyes were glued to where he was pumping inside of her. A look of awe on his face like he couldn’t believe what they were doing. Nathan’s hand left her breast and her little whine turned into a whimper as he slid his fingers along her clit, her hips bucking as his fingers matched pace with his cock.

“You stretched around my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Nathan said as he pulled back slowly. He dragged his eyes up from where they were connected. “Only one thing could top it.”

Her question was swallowed by his kiss and then forgotten as her orgasm hit. Nathan’s hands found their way to her hips and he pinned her in place as he set a new punishing pace. He collapsed on top of her when he came, his teeth latched to the nape of her neck, his fingers still digging into her hips. She’d feel all of this for days she had no doubt.

“I want to stay like this for fucking ever,” he murmured against her skin.

She giggled. “Fine by me,” she said, turning her head and capturing his mouth.

Eventually Nathan pushed up, still buried inside her, he held himself as he withdrew slowly, pushing his cum back in like he was marking his territory.

His, Octavia let herself think for one glorious, confusing moment.

CHAPTER 15

NATHAN

Nathan had never fucked anyone bare before. He’d never imagined how hot seeing his cum drip out of a well-fucked pussy would look. How turned on seeing him and her smeared on his cock would leave him.

He’d carried her to the shower after, knelt before her, licked her clean, not wanting to waste a single drop of what they’d created. She’d come again with him on his knees and for the first time in his life, he understood the word worship. Understood what it meant to worship.

Octavia agreed to stay the night. She woke him at 2:00 a.m. with her mouth around his cock and by 2:20, his name was on her lips as she crumpled on top of him, panting hard and utterly spent. At 5:00, he took her sleepily from behind. At 8:00 a.m., she was sitting across from him at the kitchen island, wearing only her bra and a pair of his boxers, while he cooked them breakfast.

“What?” she asked when she saw him staring at her over the rim of his coffee.

He shook his head because he wasn’t sure if he should say what he was thinking, worried it would undo the past eight hours. “What are we doing, Octavia?”

“Having breakfast,” she quipped, an evil little grin manipulating her kiss-swollen lips.