That maneuver almost broke my vagina. For a second, I truly doubted whether I’d survive Noah’s cock sliding all the way home like that. I’d split right down the middle and this would end poorly for everyone. I was stuffed so full I could barely breathe, let alone express to him that he was rearranging my internal organs.
But he shifted the pillow and everything changed. It made all the difference. I could breathe again. I could think past the blinding stretch inside me. And now that I wasn’t at risk of choking on my gallbladder, I could focus on the steady drag of him against my clit.
“Look at you,” Noah whispered, returning his hand to the back of my neck and setting the other on my waist. “Would you just look at you.”
He thrust into me then, his whole body moving in a slow, deliberate snap that made me dig my nails into his skin. I wanted him to fall apart, to lose control. I wanted all those things he believed I couldn’t handle. The ones that would make me run. I wanted to see what it looked like when he went wild.
“Fuck, Noah.” I arched my neck back, lifted my gaze to the ceiling as he pounded into me. I couldn’t believe my body could do this. I’d never felt so many good things at once—and for so long. “When you get married for real, you’re going to make someone very happy.”
He stilled and glared down at me, one corner of his lip curling up. “I don’t want to talk about my next marriage while I’m busy consummating this one.”
“I mean—”
“No.” He cut me off. “You want this cock, wife, you take it without telling me about the person I’ll fill up after you.”
I blinked at him. “You’re filthy,” I said. “You’re—you’re a filthy, pervy beast, aren’t you?” His fingers tightened around my neck. “You say these filthy things to me and then you touch me and—and it’s like you’re a different person. It’s like you’re wild on the inside and I want to know all of it.”
He slammed into me so hard I lost my breath. “Don’t say that,” he whispered.
“Why not?”
“I shouldn’t be wild with you,” he said, his hand unbearably tight around my hip.
“But I want you wild,” I said, arching up to meet his thrusts. “Ineedit.”
His breaths came in ragged grunts as he pulled out until only his thick crown teased at my entrance. He stared down at us before rolling his hips in a hard, rough rhythm that was giving me the punishment of a lifetime. It was like an unauthorized lesson in the right way to get fucked from a man who swore it was all wrong.
“I just—I want to devour you,” he said. “I want everything, all the filthy, beastly things you can think of. More. Everything.”
A flash of heat spread down my belly and around my core. It weighed on the tension gathered tight behind my clit, teasing at the threads and pulling it apart as Noah’s thrusts grew fast and uneven. I was so close but—again—not close enough.
“Everything,” I whispered. “I want it.”
His gaze locked on mine as he pumped into me. He was silent save for the breaths heaving out of him. Then, he released my hip and brought that hand between my legs, grinding his palm against my clit. “You were made for my cock. You were made to take it all. You’re going to take it bent over this bed, you’re going to take it on your belly and holding on to the headboard, and you are going to take it sitting on my lap while I lick those tits. And that’s just what I’m taking from this sweet little cunt tonight.”
Oh, yeah. That was what I needed.
Again, I was shaking on the inside though it felt like those tremors were everywhere. My breath jerked as the release hit me, all the tension and need spilling over into a flash of sated relief. It washed up to my eyelids and down to my toes, and stole all my words. The best I could do was moan and gasp as I stared up at Noah.
He flattened his hand over my mound and pressed down until I could feel every ridge of him moving inside me. A loud, profane groan slipped out of me. This was intense bordering on overwhelming. Almost too much—and yet just enough to trigger another small death in me. It was the perfect aftershock, stretching out in long, slow rumbles.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked, his eyes squeezed shut for a second. “Jesus, fuck, Shay, I can feel that.”
“Made for you,” I whispered, the words hoarse.
He held still, his head falling back as a dark hum sounded in his throat, and I felt it then, the pulse and spurt of his orgasm. I wrapped my hands around his arm, his shoulder, scratching and pulling to get him closer. I kissed every bit of skin I could reach. Kissed, licked, nipped. Anything. It didn’t matter. I didn’t care if I was wild too. If I was feral and filthy. I needed to taste him, to memorize him. I needed to gather it up and store it somewhere safe.
“Come here,” I said. “Please. I need—I just—I needthis.”
He came to me, holding most of his weight on one arm but pressing his chest to mine the way I wanted. “You’re okay?”
I nodded, too busy licking and kissing my way up his neck to answer. I sucked a mark into his shoulder. I couldn’t explain why I needed to hold him like he might disappear at any moment. I couldn’t explain why I was more desperate for him now than I was at any other point tonight. All I knew was that I needed this. I needed him.
“Let me roll you over, sweetheart,” he said. “I don’t want to crush you.”
He pulled out and eased me to my side, tucking himself behind me. I knew I had to get up and use the bathroom but that could wait a few minutes. I had to catch my breath and confirm that my legs were still attached to my body.
Noah traced a finger over the ink on my shoulder. “When did you get this?”
