I just dove right in.
I roared at her taste, not even bothering to keep it down. Bru’s car hadn’t been in the garage, and Sloane said he’d probably gone to get takeout or something.
Her shorts had been down to her ankles barely after getting into the house.
Currently, her cutoffs hung off one leg, this girl between my arms against her bedroom door. I fucked her right there, our hands laced, our mouths hot and our tongues dueling. I thrust in a slow fuck, and she called out.
Her brother was going to hear this shit when he got home.
I didn’t care. Pulling out, I turned her around by her hair. I jerked off her fucking shirt, then ripped her bra clean off.
She was grinning when she faced me, her tits flushed and perfect for my hands. She wrapped one of those long legs around me, and in a quick maneuver, she was physically putting me back inside her. What the fuck?
“Fuck me, Dorian,” she said, eye contact completely on me, and it was a wonder I didn’t come like this was my first goddamn time. Noa Sloane was an experience.
I gripped her throat, slowing down on purpose. She didn’t control this. I was going to fuck this girl as long and as hard as I wanted to. She wouldn’t control this.
Even if she already was.
“I own you.” I arched in a hard thrust, my cock disappearing inside her. Hard in. Slow out. I watched, then made her when I gripped her hair in my fist and directed her gaze down. I grinned. “That’s me owning you. That’s my dick you scream for.”
She made me fucking mad tonight, doing things I was embarrassed I hadn’t thought to do first. She’d made me look like a punk bitch at Mayberry’s old place.
And if I didn’t want to make her come for that.
If I didn’t want to bleed for her after that, the sickest fucking thoughts in my head. I wanted her everywhere, inside her and all around. I didn’t want to just own her. I wanted to be owned by her, and I fucking hated that shit.
Like stated, she was a head fuck.
I dizzied as she bit my lip, and almost buckled at my goddamn knees for it. I held her back by the throat. “Stop.”
So much was loaded in that one word, her eyes on me. Her hips rocked slowly, her hands on my chest.
“Don’t stop,” she said, eyes scanning me. She looked deeply, like she was looking for something when there wasn’t anything to see. I’d told this girl. I had no soul anymore. She placed her hands on my face. “Don’t stop. Stay.”
Stay.
She slow-fucked me right back, her tight snatch squeezing my cock so hard I nearly did come. Growling, I braced her neck and collided our mouths.
“Get out of my head,” I panted, removing her off me and taking her to the bed. She had all this frilly shit around, totally not Noa Sloane.
Why are you talking like you know her?
But this wasn’t Noa. The place had to have been decorated. Noa was a hellcat, dark metals and rough edges in my thoughts for her. She wasn’t into the easy stuff. She liked seeing through stuff for its depth and whatever else was in there. She liked to unravel and unfurl shit she had no business getting into.
I’d told her all my business tonight and hadn’t even hesitated. Wolf had known exactly what he was doing when he called her to come see me.
She was making me do stupid things.
She was making things not hurt as much and my guilt surrounding Charlie numbed. I didn’t feel like I had only hours ago. But even before that, I wasn’t rattled by the brevity of what I’d done this week in nearly the same way.
That happened in only a few moments with her. Noa was making things go away. My own personal Valium.
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nbsp; Going between her legs, I drank from her heat, my tongue spreading her pussy lips apart. She kicked a leg until we both got her shorts off, her thighs hugging my face to her sex.
“Dorian, holy fuck.” She bit her knuckles, her soft pants amplified in the quiet house. I could fuck her as loud as I wanted to in this room. Shit, the astronauts would hear us.