46. More than anything.

NATE

My mind swirls, need darting straight to my throbbing cock at what Tasha is offering. She sits up on the sofa, her fingers clawing at my chest, making their way down to the waistband of my shorts. Her tongue swipes over her lips, turning me on the more. Her hands shove my shorts down my thighs, making me hiss through my teeth when the material grazes over my bulging cock. Fuck, I have always imagined this a million times with her. My hardened cock strains when her eyes trail the outline of my erection, settling on the tip.

"You are fucking perfect,” she whispers, her fingers tracing the shaft from my balls upwards to the tip. "So big and long. I could stare at this all the time."

"I am glad you like what you see," my fingers dig into her hair, tugging slightly at it, bringing her face closer to my aching cock begging for the relief of her warm mouth to be wrapped around it. Her mouth tugs up with a smile at me as she shakes her head, pushing me to lie back on the sofa. She moves