3. NYLA
Three
NYLA
He pulls out of me slowly, and I feel every fucking inch.
The stretch. The mess. The thick, hot slide of him following, dripping down my inner thigh, soaking the denim still trapped around my legs.
My clit is throbbing so hard it hurts. The lockers are cold against my cheek. My whole body is shaking.
I should be ashamed. I’m dripping, empty. And I want him back inside me so bad my hips chase nothing.
He turns me around like I weigh nothing and finally, finally, hooks the mask down under his chin.
Oh.
Oh, that’s not fair.
Full mouth. A lower lip made to fucking bite.
A nose that’s been broken and healed mean.
A scar through one brow. Dark stubble. The kind of handsome that doesn’t ask if you like it.
Sweat at his temples. And that cut, still wet.
His eyes are still fucking intense, except now I can see the rest of the threat attached to them.
“Reece,” he says.
“Nyla,” I whisper without thinking. Like my name isn’t already all over this room with the smell of sex.
“I know.” His thumb swipes my bottom lip, smearing spit, and the juices he made me lick off his fingers. “You swallowed my cock like you were starving and then took it like this pussy was fucking built for me. You don’t get to be shy now.”
“I’m not shy.” My voice doesn’t sound like mine. “I’m standing in a locker room with a stranger’s cum running down my legs.”
His sexy mouth ticks. Almost a smile. Then he kisses me, and that may be worse than the fucking, because it’s hungry and claiming and he tastes like blood, mint and me.
His tongue fucks my mouth the way he did my pussy, deep, sure, no fucking apology.
One big hand palms my breast through my shirt, squeezes, finds my nipple and pinches until I moan into his mouth.
Then he lifts me. My back hits the lockers again. He kicks my jeans the rest of the way off one ankle so he can hook my leg over his hip. I’m open. fucking exposed. His cock slaps up against my messy pussy, sliding through the wet he left in me, the head catching my swollen clit.
He’s fucking hard again.
I pant. “You can’t be serious.”
“Look at you,” he rasps against my mouth, then shoves my shirt and bra up in one impatient move and my tits spill out, heavy, nipples tight and dark.
He stares like he wants to fucking eat them.
Then he does… mouth hot, a bite that makes my back arch, a suck I feel straight to my clit.
“Soft everywhere… I want my teeth on your fat tits. Your belly. Your fucking dripping cunt like it didn’t just get used.
You think I’m walking out of here half-done? ”
He sinks back in and my head knocks the metal.
It’s deeper this way. I have to cling to his neck.
He’s so thick I can feel myself stretching around him all over again.
The burn is sweet now, the slide filthy with how wet I am and how much of him is still inside me.
Every thrust makes my ass slap against the lockers.
Every thrust makes my breasts bounce against his hard, muscular chest. The tape on his hands scrapes my waist, my thigh, my nipples when he reaches up to hold one and squeeze.
“Reece… Oh God…”
“Fucking beg for it.”
“Please.”
He slams up into me, grinding against my clit, mask hanging at his throat. “Tell me who this pussy fucking belongs to.”
It falls out of me, raw and true.
“You. It’s yours. I’m yours. Just… don’t stop. Fuck me. Fill me up again…”
He makes a feral sound. His pace turns vicious.
He bites the top of my breast, leaving a wet, dark mark I know I’m going to see in the mirror for days, and I come so hard I go silent.
My pussy clamps down on him, pulsing, fucking soaking him.
I can hear how wet it is, how nasty, how I am taking this man in an underground fight ring like I don’t have a fucking life outside of here.
He me follows with a vicious curse, buried deep, fucking shaking, one big hand fisted in my hair so I have to look at him while he pumps me full again. I feel every spurt. Hot. Deep. Claiming.
We stay like that. Forehead to forehead. His cock twitching inside me. The warehouse still roaring somewhere far away. My leg trembling over his hip. His cum already sliding out around him because there is too much and I am too full.
“This is insane,” I whisper.
“Yeah.” He doesn’t let me down. He kisses the bite he left on my chest, then my mouth, slower. “You’re still coming home with me. I’m going to spread these thick thighs on my bed and eat this messy pussy until you cry, then I’m going to fuck another load into you. You on birth control?”
His question breaks through my haze.
“Yes.”
His eyes flash. “For now.”
Heat spikes inside me so hard I clench around him. He feels it and smirks, fucking knowing.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “My dirty girl likes being told she’s going to take it. Come on. I want you feeling me leak out of you the whole way to my truck.”