SNAP.
SNAP.
“Fuck,” I moaned
“Spread your legs.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. I more than glad to—
SNAP.
The sound of his whip smacking my wet pussy … I would never not be embarrassed by it, but I’d always want it.
Wiggling under him, I ached for him. I needed him.
SNAP.
SNAP.
SNAP.
SNAP.
“NOAH! Please,” I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him.
“Say it.”
“Fuck me, please!”
He smirked, bent down, and lifted me off the ground with ease before dropping me onto my stomach in the middle of the bed.
“If it’s a fuck you want, it’s a fuck you’ll get,” he replied rubbing his cock in between my ass cheeks slowly, making me even wetter, if that was possible. My only reply was to shake my ass for him—it was the only part of myself I could really move at this point, anyway.
“Noa—”
“Fuck,” he gasped, thrusting himself into me. My mouth dropped open from the sheer pleasure of it. He waited only for a second, if that, before pulling out and burying himself again, even deeper, over and over again.
“Two weeks,” he grunted, thrusting so hard the bed slammed into the wall. “Two. Fucking. Weeks. How did I live without you and this fucking ass for two weeks?”
I didn’t know. My mouth was open, but the only sounds coming from it didn’t sound like English.
"Noah—"
"No," he declared.
"So close."
"We do it together," he responded.
I didn't think I could wait for him. I didn't want to.
"Come … on ... baby," he said between grunts above me.
With each thrust, I felt myself losing any control over my body I had left. The sweat dripped from his body on to mine, and I welcomed it. All of him—I wanted it.
“NOAH!”
“AMELIA!” he cried out when he came, breathing in deeply for only a second before pulling out of me, my body crumbling on to the bed.