Chapter 3 - The Temptation in Black Lace

2 years ago – Friday 28th February

Valentina

And then his mouth crashed down onto mine, teeth nipping my lower lip, tongue delving deep as if he he couldn't get enough of the taste of me.

Plunging, duelling, conquering like a starving man offered a banquet and that had decided to swallow me whole.

I gasped from the sudden onslaught, his kiss bruising and hungry. My hands scrabbled to find purchase on his chest and I felt the hard muscle flex beneath his shirt.

Nash broke away just enough to stare into my eyes, his blue gaze blazing. “You look like a fantasy baby, temptation incarnate.” he snarled, his thumb brushing my cheek gently, so at odds with his intense look. “All wrapped up in that lace, waiting for me like a good little slut.”

A hot blush flooded my cheeks, but I couldn’t look away. You would think by now I would be used to how dirty he spoke during sex but it still affected me. Every. Single. Time.

My pussy clenched, loving the way his praise made my pulse spike, even if his words were filthy.

He pulled me up roughly and pressed me back against the wall, the cool plaster pressing against my bare spine. I heard him kick off his shoes and the sound of his zipper coming down.

Before I could even process it, he lifted me effortlessly and my legs wrapped around his waist automatically, until my hot core felt his rockhard length sliding between us.

One big calloused hand slipped under my lace bra, squeezing my aching breast hard enough to make me moan. He circled my sensitive nipple making it diamond hard and then pinched it…hard. I gasped from the pleasure pain shooting a line of fire straight to my pulsing clit.

His other hand slid down, fingers hooking the edge of my lace panties and tearing them aside in one swift motion. I felt the rush of cool air on my slick pussy, the sudden exposure making me tremble.

“God, you’re so tight,” he growled, pressing the tip of his massive cock against my entrance.

I inhaled sharply, feeling the stretch already, my body instinctively trying to accommodate his size. He didn’t give me time to adjust, just thrust forward hard, burying himself deep in one brutal stroke.

A choked cry escaped my lips as he filled me, the sensation both painful and exquisite. “Too big, I can’t…” I protested even as my greedy pussy clenched around him.

He grunted, bending down to take a nipple in his mouth and suck.

I mewled but he ignored me, eyes focused on where we were joined and began to fuck me hard against the wall, hips snapping with relentless force, each thrust making the lace of my bra scrape against the plaster.

The sound of skin on skin echoed in the room, mingled with my ragged breaths and his guttural grunts. “Look at you,” he panted, his free hand landing a sharp slap on my ass.

The sting bloomed hot, and I jerked, a whimper tearing from my throat. “Such a fucking tight little pussy. You take me so good, Valentina. You drive me fucking crazy.”

Another slap landed, harder this time, and I gasped, my cheeks flaming brighter, breath coming in ragged pants. I loved the sting, loved the way his filthy words made me feel both owned and cherished.

My nails scraped over his shoulders, trying to anchor myself as he pounded into me, the sheer size of him stretching my narrow walls to the limit.

“Fuck… this tight little pussy is strangling me,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “I can feel every inch of you gripping my cock. You’re made for this, baby. Made to be taken by me.”

I tried to answer, but I was so full that all that came out was a broken moan. My hips bucked instinctively, trying to meet his thrusts, my small frame trembling under his complete dominance.

The pressure built low in my belly, a tight coil threatening to snap.

Nash leaned in, his mouth grazing my ear, his breath hot and a shiver ran through me. “You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you? You blush like a good girl, but your pussy tells me you love it.”

His hand came down in another hard spank, the sound sharp, and I cried out as my body locked, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. My inner muscles clenched around him, milking his cock as my eyes rolled back and I shuddered against the wall.

He didn’t slow down. With a guttural roar, he drove deeper, his own release building. “Fuck, Valentina… I’m gonna fill you up,” he snarled, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. “Take it all. This pussy in mine.”

He came with a shout, hot jets spurting deep inside me, filling me to the brim. I felt the warm flood, and the sensation pushed me over the edge again, a second, smaller ripple of pleasure shuddering through me as he emptied himself.

We stayed locked together for a moment, bodies slippery and warm with sweat, his hard muscled chest heaving against mine. My braid was still tangled in his grip.

Finally, he eased back, his cock slipping out with a wet slide, our combined cum sliding down my trembling thighs. I was deliciously stretched and sore but already felt empty without his cock buried in me.

Nash brushed a stray lock of hair back from my damp forehead, his expression softening just enough to reveal the reverence beneath the dominance. “You were fucking amazing Val,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You took me like a champ.”

I blinked up at him, my blush still glowing on my heated cheeks, and even as a shy smile tugged at my lips, I buried my face in his shoulder. “Thank you, Sir,” I whispered, voice raspy and soft.

He leaned in, his teeth catching my earlobe in a gentle nip that sent a fresh shiver down my spine. “We’re far from done, baby,” he whispered against her skin. “Come on.”

He let me down slowly and then stripped off the rest of his clothes. Nashian was all muscles and hard lines, his body sculpted and bronze. He laughed when I bit my bottom lip.

“Don’t look at me like that Vale. God the filthy things I want to do to you when you do.” He growled. He took my hand, his grip firm yet tender, and led me toward the door that opened into the playroom.

My legs felt wobbly, but I followed, his obedient little submissive, the promise of more making my heart race even as the ache between my thighs reminded me of what had justtranspired.

Nashian fucked like a beast and tonight he was feral and the night was only beginning. But I was his, body mind and soul and my insides clenched in anticipation of what else my man, my master, my God had in store for me.