I didn’t think it was even this possible to feel so much need and so much anger at the same time.
He chuckles, low and deep. “Yeah, it does, doesn’t it? Are you aching, love? Do you need me?”
I don’t even think about my answer as I blurt, “Yes.”
He chuckles darkly. “That’s right, babe. Of course, you need me. You’ll always need me, and I’ll always be here to cater to your every want, need and desire.”
With that, he lines himself up between my legs and enters me with one quick thrust, making me cry out in a mixture of pain and relief.
“Noah,” I moan, and he grins down at me, his eyes wicked.
“See? We’re perfect together. Made for one another. See how much better it is between us without the illusion? Without the anonymity? It’ll always be like this between us, Gracie, because you aremine, and I’ll never stop needing you.”
FORTY-SIX
NOAH
Gracie’s eyes are wide as she stares up at me, and I can’t help the amusement I feel.
Never in my life did I think that this would be how I exposed myself to her, that this would be how it went, but we’re here now and there’s nothing else left to do butfeeland hang onto what we have in the moment.
And what I have in this moment is her pussy squeezing my cock like a vice and a head filled with images of the two of us together.
There are so many things I want to do to her—with her—but tonight isn’t about that.
Tonight isn’t about exploring or savoring, it’s about taking what belongs to me.
Andsheis what belongs to me.
“I hate you,” she whispers, her eyes swimming with something I can’t name and even though her words feel like a shot to the heart, I know she doesn’t mean them. Not really.
“Hate me all you want, love. It doesn’t change the fact that you belong to me.”
I pull back until it’s only the tip of my cock inside of her before slamming my hips forward and her head hits the pillow, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her mouth open in an O.
“So good, babe. So fucking perfect.” I do it again, reveling in the way she reacts to me.
And only to me.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. This pretty pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
I still my movements when she remains tight lipped and stare down at her patiently. I have all the time in the world to hear the words, but I know that she’s right on the edge.
“Wasn’t it?” I repeat and she moans.
“Yes,” she mutters reluctantly, and I grin down at her before driving into her again.
The groan that leaves me is deep and raspy and I lick my lips before slamming my mouth down on hers. I start fucking into her with quick, deep thrusts, unable to hold back any longer.
I feel my balls tighten as she clenches around me the way she does when she’s seconds away from coming, and the only thoughts in my mind are the words I’ve longed to say to her but couldn’t.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
They’re on a constant loop in my head, and my brain and body beg for me to voice them aloud, but I refrain, knowing that this isn’t the right time or place.
