“God you taste so good,” he whispers as he leans forward and places his forehead against mine. “You’re incredible … but next time you're gonna need my permission.”

“What?” I say with a confused frown, still panting as Nas steps back and offers me his hand.

“Come on. Come with me,” he commands instead of answering my question.

I take his hand and hop off the counter, walking bare-bottomed as he leads me into the living room where he sits on the couch. I watch as he unbuckles his belt, rips down his zipper, and tugs off his pants, revealing his swollen cock in all its glory. My eyes bulge as I stare at it in shock. When you're a fan of a celebrity, you imagine what their private parts might look like, and you probably add an inch or two if you think they’re really hot. Well, with Nas, if you added an inch or two, you might hit the double digits, and that would just be too much. The man is gifted, to say the least, and when he catches me staring at it, he just smiles as he reaches up and grabs me by the hips.

“Come here,” he tells me, pulling me by the waist as he leans back on the couch and I straddle him. With my pussy still wet from the foreplay and orgasm he already gave me, I climb on top and slide his thickness inside.

“Holy shit,” I say behind a gasp as I slowly slide all the way onto his shaft. Nas fills me up unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and all comparisons to Vance or anybody else go flying out the window. Nas is the biggest, hands down, and when his hands find my throat, something tells me he’s about to make sure he’s the best.

Yes, squeeze it. Take my breath away.

“Don't think,” he says in a low growl that makes me shiver and puts my darkness in check. “Don't hesitate for a second. Just fuck me. Fuck me like you’ve been waiting to do it your entire life. Fuck me with everything you’ve got, and let me take care of the rest. Do you understand me?”

Nas’s fingers grip my throat as he pulls my face closer to his. “Yes. Fuck yes,” I reply, shocked at how he can make my body react.

“Good girl,” he says again, and even hearing it a second time makes me wet. What the fuck is it about being called a good girl?