30
ALEXANDRE
Even after coming hard inside of her, I already want her again. There’s not a day that goes by that Noelle doesn’t arouse me and make me ache to be inside of her as often as I can, and once there, it’s hard to leave. Everything about her is perfection, and she drives me mad with desire—a different kind of madness than before and one that is so much better.
We end up on her bed, tumbling onto it together, our hands stripping off what remains of our clothing. “Again?” Noelle gasps as she feels me stiffen inside of her at the sight of her perfect breasts, molding them with my hands as I tease her nipples.
I lift her slightly, leaning her back against the pillows as I kiss her, hard and deep, my tongue tangling with hers. “I never grow tired of being inside of you,petite,” I murmur, my hips rocking against hers as my cock thickens back to its full, aching hardness. “And I want nothing more than to spend the afternoon making love to you.”
“I like the sound of that,” Noelle purrs against my lips, her legs locking around me. “But what about something a little rougher than lovemaking this time?”
A jolt of pure lust strikes through me, my cock throbbing almost painfully inside of her. I always make an effort to be gentle with Noelle, to never push her boundaries, and to never do anything that might remind her of the beast I once was. But over the year we’ve been together, I’ve learned that Noelle likes a taste of the beast from time to time, the rougher, filthier side of me.
“You want rough, hmm?” I lean down, nipping at her ear, my hand cupping and squeezing her breast harder than before, as I thrust my cock into her to the hilt, before pulling out nearly to the tip and slamming it inside of her again. “You want to take my cock like this?”
“Oh god,” Noelle pants, her eyes rolling back as her hips arch against me. “Fuck, yes,Alexandre—“’
Her low, moaning wail of my name as I slam my cock into her again sends a ripple of pleasure down my spine, my entire body throbbing with need as I fist the pillows on either side of her head, my pace picking up. I drive into her, hard and fast, feeling her pussy clenching around me as I graze my teeth over her neck, sucking, biting, her moans the sweetest music I’ve ever heard. I feel her nearing her orgasm, tensing around me as I grind myself against her clit with each thrust. It’s not until she screams my name and her arousal floods around me, soaking my cock as she comes hard, that I know she’s ready for more.
Grabbing her hips roughly, delighting in the ability to use my hands on her again, to touch and grab and squeeze, I drag my cock out of her, feeling her pussy grip me with every inch, desperate to keep me inside. I flip her over, enjoying her gasp, the way her ass arches up for me, begging for more as she goes up on her knees, her face pressed against the pillows as she spreads her legs, showing me her wet, swollen, well-fucked pussy.
“More, Alexandre,” Noelle begs, her back arched, pushing back towards me. “Fuck me hard, please—”
“When you ask so sweetly—” I grip her ass in one hand, squeezing as I angle my cockhead towards her dripping, clenching entrance, and in one swift thrust, drive myself in to the hilt, feeling her rock forward as she takes my cock inside of her fully with a satisfied moan. “I could never deny you anything,petite.”
“Oh god, you feel so good—” Noelle moans, her words half-muffled against the pillows, her black hair tangled around her face. “You’re going to make me come again, oh god—fuck—”
I slide my hand under her hip, rubbing my fingers over her taut, throbbing clit as I fuck her hard, driving my cock into her again and again until I can feel my own climax nearing. With my other hand, I slide my fingers between the perfect cheeks of her ass, teasing her tight hole as I feel her pussy spasm around me. “One day, I will fuck you here,petite souris, when you beg me for it. But not until then.”
“Oh god, Alexandre—” Noelle cries out, her clit pulsing under my fingers. I feel her arch hard, bucking against me as her orgasm sweeps over her for the second time. I groan as I feel her tighten around me, and as I feel my own need for release pass the point of no return, I slide my arm around her waist, pulling her back against me so that she’s pressed to my chest, my hand squeezing and toying with her breast as I fuck my cock into her hard and fast.
“Is this what you want?” I growl in her ear, knowing what she enjoys most when we play like this. With my other hand, I spread her folds open, rubbing her clit fiercely as she nears a third orgasm that I know will force mine. “Your beast’s cum, deep inside of you? Filling you up while he fucks you raw?”
“Oh god—” Noelle melts against me, her ass grinding back against my cock as her thighs splay open, her back arching hard, pushing her breast into my hand. “Yes, yes—I’m coming—oh god, come for me, Alexandre—”
My name ends on a shriek, her entire body tensing and jerking with the force of her orgasm, and I throw my own head back, roaring out my pleasure as I thrust into her hard, clutching her to me as I fill her with my cum, just as I’d promised. She drenches my thighs as she comes, riding me hard, and I feel my own release between us as I fill her. The two of us mingled as her head drops back against my shoulder, still moving helplessly on my cock.
We collapse onto the bed together, her body curled into mine as I stay inside of her, enjoying the feeling of being joined with her still, her wet heat around my softening cock as I hold her close enough that I won’t slip out. With her nestled into me like that, I reach over to the bedside table, slipping something out of the drawer before leaning over her shoulder to hand it to her.
“One final gift for you,petite.”
It takes a moment for her to register what’s held between my fingers—a thin gold band with an oval diamond, surrounded by smaller marquise diamonds in leaf shapes, delicate and beautiful.
Just like my Noelle.
“You didn’t think I would propose to you without a ring?” I reach for her hand as I nuzzle her shoulder, sliding it onto her finger.
“I didn’t even think—it’s beautiful,” she whispers, looking at her hand. “It’s perfect, Alexandre.”
“As are you.” I reach for her gently, turning her head to one side so I can kiss her, long and slow, savoring the heat of her mouth. Her fingers slide through mine as she deepens the kiss, the ring rubbing lightly against my hand, reminding me of the promises we’ve made and the future I never thought I would have. Reminding me that today, of all days, I am the luckiest man in all the world.
Noelle is the second chance I never thought I would deserve—and the greatest gift I’ve ever received.
31
NOELLE
Our wedding is small and sweet, in the backyard of the house Alexandre bought for us, with just a few friends and my brother. I find a dress in a vintage shop, a slim lace gown with a v-shaped neckline and soft, fluttery sleeves. I do my own hair, winding roses through it to match the ones in my bouquet and the one on the necklace I never take off. When I see Alexandre at the end of the aisle in front of the priest, my brother standing next to him, my heart swells with so much love that I’m not sure I’ll be able to contain it.