Only One Touch (Only One #4) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Only One Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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“I can’t believe all this,” I say the truth. “That you are here. That you came for me. That you are single. It’s just so much.”

“Well, good news.” I reach behind me and pull on the string to make my bikini top fall. “I can spend the rest of my life showing you that it’s real.”

Chapter 36

Nico

My eyes flicker open, and I look over at the empty bed. I just lie here with the bright sun beaming and the blue turquoise water in the distance. I don’t think I could ever tire of this view. I hear the toilet flush, then turn to see her walking out of the bathroom. Her hair is hanging loose, her skin looking sun-kissed. “Good morning.” She crawls into bed with me, and my cock stirs awake. She leans down and kisses my lips. “Hi,” she says softly, putting her hands right by my head.

“Hi,” I say, pushing the sheet off me so my cock can come out. “When did you wake up?” I ask, my hands going from her hips, slowly moving up to her tits. Her nipples pebble when I roll them between my thumb and forefinger.

“Not too long ago,” she says, sitting up just a touch and reaching in behind her for my cock. She lines it up and slowly slides down my cock. The both of us close our eyes. “I have to say.” She puts her hands on my chest as she slides up and down. “I like to wake up with your face between my legs.” She smirks at me as she moves all the way up and slams down on my cock.

“I can arrange that.” I watch her as she rides me. “So wet for me.” I lick my thumb and find her clit. “You like that, don’t you?” I can feel her pussy getting tighter and tighter as I play with her. “I’m almost there.”

“Me, too,” she pants out and I wait for her to come before holding her hips in my hands and slamming her down on me as I come inside her.

“Now that was a good morning wake-up call.” I slap her ass as she collapses on top of me. I roll her over to the side and slide out of her to go to the bathroom.

I’ve been here for over two weeks, and I don’t regret it even for one second. The days are spent with us lounging around in this massive house. You can always find us wrapped up in each other’s arms. I’m pretty sure the staff thinks we are nymphomaniacs because they’ve caught us daily in some phase of undress.

“Do you want to head down to the beach and have breakfast?” she asks, and when I walk back into the room, she is putting on another bikini. I swear I have her every hour I’m awake, and it’s still not enough. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” I ask with a smirk as I walk over to grab a pair of shorts.

“Like I’m the one you’ll be having for breakfast.” She laughs, slipping her feet into flip-flops. “We gave the girl a heart attack yesterday when she came back to collect the plates, and you had me spread on the table.”

“That”—I point at her—“was your fault. You bent over beside my chair. It was either fuck you bent over or have dessert.” I wink at her, and we walk out to one of the shaded areas. “I found your thong.” I laugh, bending down and picking up her thong I ripped off her last night on our way back from having her on the beach. I put it in my pocket. “This wouldn’t happen if you’d just listen to me.”

“About what?” she asks, smiling at the lady who nods at us and pours us two glasses of orange juice as we sit at the massive table that seats twenty-six people.

“It’s a waste to wear panties. I told you that after day one.” I lean over and kiss her neck. We keep our hands to ourselves during breakfast, but the minute we get back into the room, I want her naked again. This time, it lasts longer. I take my time with her, making her come and beg over and over again. When I finally flip her over and grab her hips, I slide into her so hard I move the bed again. I finally come with her name on my lips.

“When does the sex stop being good?” she asks, looking over at me when I walk back into the room. “Like it was good at the beginning, you know. We are both hot for each other. Then it was supposed to, I don’t know, simmer down, but …”

“But all you want is more cock,” I say. She gets up, and she has my finger marks on her hips and her thighs. She also has two bite marks on each breast.


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