“Yep. Pumpkin spice is closed for the night.”
Noble took the napkin that was in his lap and placed it on his plate. He rose and rounded the table to Irish. When hetouched her, the icy exterior she tried so hard to possess melted in an instant. Pulling her up, he swarmed her with his aromatic scent as he wrapped his hands around her waist.
“Your pussy is mine. So, you don’t have a say so in how I handle it. Don't ever try to cut me off.”
Irish turned her head so he wouldn’t see her smile. She couldn’t believe the power this man controlled over her. How did love find her so suddenly? Years of being in the pit of loneliness had paid off. She’d patiently waited for a love to call her own and Noble had shown up. He was willing to risk his reputation and position to be with her. Their love was so imperfect but authentic. Problems awaited her back in St. Parklynn but with Noble, she felt a sense of courage. Finally, she had someone ready to face the world alongside her and it warmed her heart.
“Look at me.”
Irish did what he commanded and peered into his eyes. Time came to a pause. The world around them seemed to stall as he kissed her lips. This had to be illegal. No way was Irish free to experience love of this magnitude.
“Tell me you're mine.”
“I’m yours, Papa. You know that.”
Pulling down the straps of her tassel dress, Noble ordered, “Tell me you trust me.”
Irish hadn’t had one sip of alcohol yet, somehow, she had become inebriated. Her bare body was exposed as her dress pooled around her ankles. Noble massaged her tender nipples while kissing her neck. She forgot his statement as his tongue left trail marks all over her skin.
“Tell me,” he rasped as her eyes closed.
“I trust you, baby.”
Noble drew back, pulling his shirt off and stepping out of his shorts. Her favorite friend poked through his boxers before he unleashed it. Irish’s mouth salivated at the thick meat that was embellished with bulging veins.
“Oop!” she yelped when he picked her up.
Carrying her to the infinity pool, Noble submerged their bodies in the cool water. Pinning her against the edge, he consumed her lips in a hungry manner, eliciting her pussy to pump with desire.
“You could never keep my pussy from me.”
Irish wrapped her legs around his waist. Beyonce belting in the background set the perfect mood. His lips kissed her breasts until he got to her nipples. Softly, his tongue flickered them, causing her head to fall back in bliss. The passion radiating between them was so powerful, it almost gave her an overdose.
“Damn, Pumpkin. I hate how addicted I am to you,” he growled, alternating between nipples.
“Why, Papa?” she whispered as he took her breath away. Irish’s arousal couldn’t be charted. Her body didn’t belong to her anymore. She vibrated with ecstasy, feeling like puddy inside Noble’s hands.
“‘Cause you make me feel crazy. I’ll kill a nigga ‘bout you, Pumpkin.”
She’d never heard anything more romantic in her life. Jovanis had already proven to her that he would do the same but Noble was different. They hadn’t had a secret exchange that forcibly bonded them to each other. It was organic with reciprocated love that she bathed in.
His erection met her opening, pushing inside of her and staking its rightful place.
“I love you so much, Papa,” she professed.
Noble stroked her with a skillset that had Irish under the influence. Clawing his back, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, feeling like she would burst any second.
“I love you, and I can’t wait for you to have our baby.”
That reminder brought tears to her eyes. He had impregnated her and their baby was made with love—not the perfect kind but the kind that couldn’t be denied. Their relationship had been a messy crime scene, and the charge was a crime of passion. They’d created life together and although it wasn’t planned, Irish was pleased.
“Damn, Papa,” she grumbled. “My pus… shit… okay.”
The strokes had reached deadly status. Irish couldn’t form a complete sentence because her orgasm had taken over every sense in her body. Her skin was on fire, and he didn’t let up for a second. Noble fucked her like he was reminding her of who he was, not that she needed one.
“I hate you so bad,” she whimpered, feeling like he’d done an exorcism on her pussy.
“Don't lie, Pumpkin,” he murmured, kissing her jaw. “Tell me the truth.”
