“Yes,” I hear myself moaning. “Yes. Harder.”
He growls and lifts my hips so I’m practically off the bed, only my shoulders are on the mattress.
“You walked into my house and thought you could tell me what to do didn’t you? I wanted to show you that no one talks to me like that. To put you on your knees and shove my cock down your throat until you choked on it.”
I start to lose my breath.
“You drove me fucking wild. I fucked my hand thinking of you that night.”
The fantasy is a lot different to the reality but I’m picturing it as his dick pushes in and out of me. The piercing is hitting a spot deep inside of me and I start moaning, unable to stop myself.
“That’s it, squeeze my cock, Cherry, oh yeah, fuck. I want to fill you with my cum, Cherry.”
I can no longer speak and almost lose it when he pulls my legs up over his shoulders and leans down. He starts to kiss me and my lip tingles and then splits. Noah doesn’t care, he keeps devouring me with his mouth as he pushes into me, my legs are up around his ears now and it’s hitting me so deep I can barely breathe.
The friction and tightness are like nothing I’ve felt before. He is so fucking good at this. No one has moved me around like this, or spoken to me the way he does.
He rises slightly and there is blood smeared on his chin. He groans and starts to pump into me harder and faster and I go over again, screaming out as the pleasure drives me to madness.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groans and pushes deep inside, holding still as his cock pulses.
For a brain melting moment, I wish he wasn’t wearing a condom so he could fill me up the way he said he wanted to.
I’m pretty sure the sound of my heart beating is echoing around the room, it is definitely the only sound filling my ears, to the point I barely hear him talking.
“Shit,” he is panting hard and his head dips, his lips pressing to the side of my breast, his tongue licking over my nipple. “You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my skin.
He finally lifts his head and looks at me, his brow creasing as his hand comes up and wipes at my lower lip. He looks remorseful for a second then leans in and kisses me again, softer this time, but somehow more possessive than any other kiss I’ve experienced with him.
When he pulls back, and sits up, I lower my arms. He takes the forearm above the bandage and his eyes harden as he carefully sets it down onto my stomach.
His nostrils flare. God, is he going to get up and leave like he did last time. I’m not sure my heart can take that. Not that my heart is involved here. It would be hard to take if he did, that’s all.
Noah takes off the condom, tying it off and putting it on the bed beside us. I’ll worry about that later. He wipes his mouth and stares at the blood for a moment then looks back down at me.
“Are you okay?”
I wasn’t expecting him to ask me that. I nod. He leans forward and lifts my head, gently pulling my hair out from where it was trapped. His touch is gentle, which is insane after how hard he fucked me.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m good.”
He smirks, like he’s proud of himself. He should be. That was pretty much the best sex I’ve ever had. But I won’t tell him that.
He sits back again and lowers my legs so they’re around his hips instead of up in the air. Running both hands along my calves and the backs of my thighs he stares at me in that intense way he has, where he means every word he is about to say.
No man has ever stared into me so deeply. It’s like he owns me.
“I’m going to find him.”
“What?” I snap out of lust induced haze.
“The bastard who did this to you. I’ll find him.”
“How? The police said there isn’t enough evidence.”
“I’m better than the police, Cherry,” he grabs the headboard and leans over me. My hand automatically goes to his chest. “He’s going to pay for touching you.”
I want to ask what he means, but deep inside, I already know.
