“Oh…” I gasped, our lips not even an inch apart. He didn’t wait and slid two fingers in me.
He smirked, his eyes shining with lust only for me.
“Noah,” I whimpered, rocking against his hand. I wanted more than his hands.
“Yes, Ms. London?” he mocked me. Damn him. “God, your pussy is already so wet for me, baby.”
I had planned on being seductive, making him beg for me, but it was all shot to hell. I couldn’t fucking think straight.
“I need you,” I whispered.
“Beg me.”
“Goddamn it, Noah!”
Snickering, he pulled his fingers from me and brought his hand to my lips and without hesitation, I tasted myself on his fingertips. His eyes glazed over. Spreading my thighs, he rubbed the tip of his cock on my clit slowly before thrusting into me so hard I rose off the bed.
“Yes!” I cried out. He didn’t stop, pounding over and over again at the same wonderfully torturous pace.
“Oh,” I moaned. He kissed me, biting my bottom lip before repeating his agonizing routine. Grabbing my hips, he tilted me forward to bring me closer—if fucking possible—to him. All I could hear was our moans mixed in with the sound of our bodies slapping together. I lifted my leg up onto his shoulder as I gripped the bed, my toes curling with each fuck, the sweat rolling off his skin and onto mine.
No matter how many times we fucked like this, I would never forget how sexy he made me feel, how hot my skin became when I was with him, and most importantly, how no matter what, I always wanted more of him.
Rough.
Passionate.
Sinful.
I craved it all.
I craved Noah Sloan to the point of addiction.
Bringing my leg down, I pushed against his chest, locking my legs just above his ass until we flipped over, allowing me to ride on top of him. He grabbed my breasts as they bounced, and he sat up to bite them.
I can’t … I … “Noah!” I cried as came. Pleasure, only pleasure, vibrated through my body so hard that I slumped over onto his chest.
“No you don’t,” he hissed, flipping me over onto my stomach. He pulled out for only a second before grabbing my hips and ramming himself into my ass.
“Fuck!” Holding on to the sheets below me, I took it, each beautiful, long thrust, the bed frame slamming into the wall.
“Yes….Ohhh…”
His hand on my neck, his body over mine, he whispered in short, shallow breaths, “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Say it.”
“I’m … I’m … fuck, Noah!”
“Say it.”
“I’m fucking yours!” I cried out.
He pace quickened as he grabbed my hips. “Come with me baby.”
He didn’t have to ask twice.