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On My Knees: The Complete Series Box Set

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by C. J. Thomas


  25

  Alex

  “SINCE WHEN HAS your pussy been waxed?”

  I tugged my short robe across my front and cinched it at the waist.

  Kendra’s eyes gave me a very judgmental once over. “Uh huh. Just what I thought.” Her lips pursed. “First time.”

  “So what?” My cheeks flamed hot. Similar to the heat I felt where there had once been hair just a few minutes ago.

  No one told me it would hurt so god damn bad.

  It was a foreign feeling—being bare. Every little draft of air seemed to find its way up between my thighs, swirling its coolness over my skin.

  “No reason.” Kendra lifted her brows and showed me her palms in innocence.

  “Trust me. I know that look,” I defended. She was still looking at me like she knew I wasn’t giving her the complete story.

  And she was right.

  “What, this look?” Her eyes rounded, her brow wrinkled, and she let her gaze drift over me as if she disapproved of something I’d done.

  “Yes.” I mocked her and gave her the same hard once over she’d just given me. “Stop it.”

  “Bitch, please.” She laughed.

  “Not all women are like you, you know.” I walked toward the changing rooms.

  “What’s this about?” Kendra kept on with the attitude, one step behind.

  “What’s what about?” I glanced over my shoulder.

  She tugged my arm, stopped me in my tracks, and pulled my robe open. “This.” She pointed to my bare mound.

  I cast my gaze down.

  My mound was still flaming red from having all my hairs yanked from their roots. Damn it hurt. And not the good kind of pain, either. “Can’t a girl experiment?”

  My bareness made me feel like a child. I wondered if that was Nash’s intention—to make me feel as vulnerable as he probably thought I was.

  Kendra was onto me. I didn’t like her inquisition and wished that I never invited her to come along. But I needed her. She’d done this before and knew that the girls doing the waxing got the job done in a professional manner. I mean, where they were working . . . I didn’t just let anyone play in that sandbox.

  I took a step and Kendra tightened her hold on my elbow. “What’s his name?”

  I diverted my gaze and tugged my robe shut. “This is ridiculous.”

  She shook her head and tightened her brow.

  “Let’s talk about you.”

  “Okay.” She met my stare. “You got it princess. What about me?”

  “Didn’t you have an interview?” I pulled my arm away from her hold. “Why haven’t you told me anything about that?” I jutted my chin out.

  “Oh, no. Don’t do that.” She huffed a laugh.

  “My point exactly.” I started walking again.

  Kendra had a second interview with a fancy law firm downtown and hadn’t told me anything about how it went.

  Except she was too clever to fall for my diversion. “Eight-hundred dollar skirt.” She slapped down two fingers into her opposite hand. “Manicure.” Her fingers hit her palm again. “And now this. Your ass hasn’t been that bare since you flew out your momma’s vee-jay. What’s his name?” She stomped her foot in emphasis.

  A woman passing rolled her eyes at both us.

  Kendra didn’t care. She said whatever she wanted, no matter who was around. That was what I loved about her. But today I wouldn’t mind if she kept her damn mouth shut.

  When we reached the changing room, I pulled my phone from my handbag and scrolled to Nash’s number but didn’t turn it around to show her. “It’s not what you think.”

  She clucked her tongue. “I may not be a lawyer yet, but I will be soon.”

  My eyes widened when I turned to her.

  “I got the second interview.”

  I leaped into her arms and gave her the best hug a woman could give. “That’s great.”

  “Thanks.”

  My feet dropped back to the floor.

  “I’m like a hound dog on the heels of a crime, and I know when something doesn’t smell right.”

  We both laughed.

  “I know there’s something you’re not telling me.”

  My face turned downward. I wanted nothing more than to tell her about Nash. I really did. I just didn’t know how. And I was still trying to wrap my head around all of it and what exactly his motives were with me.

  “I guess I’ll have to get you drunk to spill the beans.”

  “Maybe.” My fingers glided across the screen as I typed him a quick message.

  I’m ready for your tongue.

  26

  Nash

  THE MOMENT I read her text, my arousal swelled painfully solid.

  I messaged her back: Where are you?

  Not a moment passed before she texted back telling me exactly where she was.

  Fuck me hard. She was so willing. With her complete lack of hesitation to complete my demand after I punished her with my cock in her mouth, I knew that she was shaping up to be the perfect woman for me.

  The perfect submissive to have under my control.

  My length pulsed, eager to taste her for the first time.

  I told her to meet me on the cross street. I’d be there in ten minutes.

  My fingers inserted the key to my Escalade and I turned it over. The engine purred to life. The tires rolled, heading toward her.

  With one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing my crotch, I thought about my conversation with Ted. His comment went straight to my head.

  He’d gotten me.

  I’d taken it too far with his last intern.

  I, too, wondered what might have become of her if she’d never set foot on my set. She was too young, too innocent, and too damn fucking hot to keep my dick in my pants.

  Just like Alex, I knew I had to have her at first sight.

  With her, I pushed too far, too fast, and the lifestyle I introduced her to was her ultimate downfall.

  My ankle stretched forward as I pressed the accelerator flat to the floor. Speeding across town, my body temperature rose a couple degrees.

  A car honked. I cut him off as I weaved in and out of traffic.

  Alex would be different. I’d learned from my mistakes. With Alex, I’d take it slow, not coerce her into doing something she didn’t want to do.

  No, with her, I’d break her in nice and slow.

  The school of Nash Brooks would continue with its next lesson today when I inspected her newly shaved pussy.

  The ache between my legs spread and I tightened my hold on my crotch. There was only one cure for this kind of agony.

  And I was nearly there.

  She was standing on the corner of the two streets I told her to meet me at. So alone and innocent looking.

  I pulled up to the curb, rolled down my window and smiled. “Need a ride?”

  There was a glimmer in her eye that spoke of the excitement she was feeling.

  “Get in.”

  She stepped forward and reached for the passenger door. “No. Get in the back.”

  I rolled up the window and watched her step inside the back.

  “Buckle up.” I started driving.

  “Where are we going?”

  I glanced at her in the rearview mirror and squeezed my cockhead. “Somewhere we can park. In peace. I need to see the work you had done today.”

  She drew her knees tight as her cheeks blushed a gorgeous pink glow.

  We rode in silence as I took us a couple blocks to a parking lot. I pulled into a spot somewhere in the back and off to the side.

  I killed the engine and twisted around to drink in her young, intoxicating beauty. “Alex.” My eyes raked over her delicious curves. “Tell me what you messaged me.”

  “Didn’t you read it?” She turned her attention from the world outside and focused in on me.

  “Yes.” My fingers drummed the passenger seat headrest. “But I want to hear you say it.”

  Her fingers fidgete
d inside her opposite palms.

  “Tell me what you said, Alex.”

  She glanced down, breaking eye contact. “I’m ready for your tongue,” she said just above a whisper.

  My cock strained behind the confines of my zipper. Her voice—those words—was sex in my ears. I crawled to the backseat and hooked her chin. “Now look at me when you say it.”

  Her cheeks fanned several shades of red as her green eyes sparkled.

  The contrast between colors was exotic and unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Holy fuck, she was absolutely incredible.

  She wet her lips and my cock twitched to life. “I’m ready for your tongue.”

  I crashed my lips down on hers, sliding my tongue past her slightly parted opening. She sucked me in and pressed her velvety muscle against mine. I cupped her tit inside the palm of my hand, squeezing it when I deepened our kiss and she whimpered something sweet.

  Her hands clawed at me, pulling me closer, but I refused to give her what she wanted. “Get on the floor,” I said, pointing to the empty floor space in front of us.

  She dropped to her knees.

  “Face the front.”

  She looked forward.

  “Get on all fours.”

  She rooted her hands out in front of her and stuck her ass in the air.

  “I need to inspect your work.” I bit my bottom lip and reached down to flip her skirt up off the backs of her thighs, settling it on the small of her back. I licked my lips and pulled her panties down to her knees. “Yes,” I hissed.

  She looked over her shoulder as my fingers glided over her supple skin.

  Slowly, I brushed feather-light strokes between her ass cheeks and over her bare mound. “It’s perfect.” My cock was granite as I circled my finger around her ass hole.

  Everything was smooth as butter.

  Like a virgin.

  I freed my cock with my opposite hand and started to stroke the pain away as I bent forward and began licking the sweet nectar between her tight folds.

  27

  Alex

  HIS TONGUE SLICED up my softness.

  My stomach fluttered and I sucked in a breath.

  He dipped further inside me. My head dropped. Bright stars flashed across my eyes and my core heated into a ball of fire.

  He coiled his tongue out of my tightness and slid his slippery muscle in large circles around my pussy, licking the bare skin he’d demanded I have.

  My nipples drew tight and my body tremored with hot desire.

  Again, he dove back inside, tasting me, sucking me between his teeth.

  I mewed and he reached under my belly, smoothing his hand up my body until his fingers hooked over the shoulder straps of my skirt and pulled one down, freeing one breast.

  His tongue continued its exploration, driving me closer to the edge of no return. “Nash. Holy shit. That feels so good,” I panted.

  He squeezed my breast tight in his palm, filling his large hand in its entirety.

  My weight shifted onto my opposite hand, firmly pushed into the car’s floor, and covered his hand on my breast with mine, putting it where I needed it to be. “Right there.”

  His nose grazed my ass as he continued his assault on my slick cavern. Shock waves rippled up my spine.

  I was close.

  His tongue hit a nerve.

  Really fucking close.

  “Shit. Yes. I’m going to come.” My elbows starting shaking.

  Nash’s tongue flicked across my clit. “You taste amazing.” He rolled my nipple between his fingers and continued the onslaught with his serpentine tongue.

  I let go of his hand on my breast and rubbed my clit fiercely. I needed this, more than he knew. I wasn’t going to let him get away without giving me what my body desperately wanted.

  He’d set my body ablaze. A fire so hot, even the cool whispers of his breath couldn’t cool me down.

  My skin prickled.

  He grunted, flicked, and slurped behind me.

  My head dropped down, and the moment my eyes rolled to the back of my head, I came, thrashing through a sudden burst of pleasure.

  “Shit.” Nash lapped his tongue. “That was easy.” He laughed.

  My cheeks burned hot. He was right.

  I was too easy.

  But this was Nash Brooks we were talking about. I couldn’t tell him no. Not like I would, regardless of what situation I was in. Hell, I liked this game of cat and mouse we were playing and I didn’t want it to stop.

  But I also knew that this wasn’t me—submissive.

  I was stronger than this.

  I wasn’t a follower.

  I was the leader.

  Except every time it came to Nash, I submitted to his demands without a whimper of protest.

  The tip of his tongue grazed my swollen nub, sending shock waves across my cooling core, reminding me what exactly he was capable of doing to me.

  “Hmmm.” I closed my eyes.

  “Next time,” he pulled his face away from my moistness, “you’ll be forced to hold it in until I give you permission to come.”

  My hair fell across my forehead and into my eyes with how fast I turned to look at him.

  He gave me a knowing grin and that was when my gaze cast down to his crotch.

  Nash was on his knees, stroking his length like it was no big deal. I silently wondered when he pulled that thing out.

  My tongue slid across my bottom lip. “Permission to come?” I quirked a brow.

  “That’s right.” He looked down at his purple cockhead. “Now, Alex.” His eyes rose up to meet mine. “Tell me. What are you into?”

  “What am I into?” My voice cracked.

  I watched him get up off the floor and scoot back against the black leather seat. He had a glimmer in his eyes that said I knew exactly what it was he was asking.

  My mouth parted. I stared at his masculinity.

  His fingers opened and splayed before curling themselves back around his swollen and immaculate shaft.

  I stared at his moving hand—up, then down.

  I’m into that.

  But I couldn’t say it.

  No one had ever asked me that question. Or demanded I be so blunt in talking about what it was I wanted. He knew what I wanted. I didn’t have to say it for him to know.

  We were already doing what I was into.

  I flipped around, faced him, and pulled my panties off my legs. My sex was still hot and wet from his tongue and all I could look at was his cock pulsating with each of his powerful strokes. “I’m into a lot of things.”

  His pupils dilated.

  I pulled the other strap off my shoulder and tugged my skirt down between my legs, blocking his heated gaze from staring at my bald mound.

  “That’s good.” He pointed his cock at me. “I think this thing we have going between us—” He moved his cock back and forth between me and him as he talked. “Can only get better.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat.

  “Now.” He slumped further back into the seat. “C’mere.”

  I crawled to him, climbed up his muscular legs, and straddled him. “I’m into this.” I held onto his broad shoulder and reached behind me as I gripped his shaft and guided it to my channel.

  He looked me straight in the eye as he pressed his thick cockhead past my lips.

  My eyes closed as I slid down on him.

  Fuck me, he was big.

  The way he stretched me was intense and painful, but oh so addicting.

  His hands slid beneath my breasts and down my sides before firmly taking hold of the soft flesh around my hips.

  He guided me up.

  And back down.

  And after the first couple slow slides up and down, he forced me to slam down hard onto his pubic bone. “You like it rough?”

  I nodded, loving the way he felt so deep inside me.

  As soon as I gave him the go-ahead, he quickened his thrusts and pounded into me without mercy until he exploded inside
me.

  28

  Nash

  SHE HAD THAT LOOK—LIKE she’d been fucked.

  With one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the shifter, I kept stealing glances in the rearview mirror.

  Alex had a glow about her that had me hypnotized.

  Her new skirt was perfect on her. The way it swooshed easily around her thighs as she walked, and how the neck cut deep down her chest, exposing her tits to the world. There was nothing I didn’t like about it.

  Well . . . except maybe that it was still on.

  “Nash, what are you going to do with them, anyway?” Her soft eyes teased me.

  I took a quick glimpse at the empty passenger seat next to me. Her black lace panties were bunched up into a tiny ball, tempting me to smell what was mine.

  I glanced at the road ahead before my hand left the shifter, reaching over to pick them up. I twirled them on my finger and gave her a victorious grin before letting them drop to my lap. I shrugged innocently while I held her gaze in the rearview mirror.

  “Then why do you want to keep them?”

  “To steal a piece of you.” I smiled.

  Her cheeks flushed.

  She knew it as much as I did. With her panties in my possession, making her go home commando, I’d just established the dominance I held over her life. With each passing day, I would make it clearer that she was mine.

  “They’re brand new, you know.”

  No. I didn’t know. “Did you buy them with your skirt?”

  “Yes.”

  My masculinity swelled behind my zipper. I was sure it smelled her panties and needed to be inside them.

  When I licked my lips, I could still taste her on them. And when I closed my eyes, I could still hear her sweet, but strong, voice saying, I’m into lots of things.

  I hoped that she was.

  And prayed that her fantasies would soon become my reality.

  She was so willing and compliant, and certainly she could want the things that I wanted, right?

  I dropped my gaze between her legs.

  Until today, it had been a jungle down there. No woman would have kept it that way if they were into what I was into. No fucking way. No man—or woman, for that matter—would allow it.

  She held my gaze for a second before looking away.

  I wasn’t her first. I knew that. But with what I knew about her, she might as well be a bleeding virgin. There was so much she didn’t know. And I couldn’t wait to teach her.

 

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