Page 23 of Sacrifice Bunt

“Show me how good.”

He slammed the rest of the way inside her and then pulled out and slammed in again. They both groaned at the intensity of the pleasure. But it didn’t stop there. He pulled all the way back out again before once again thrusting forward. He did it repeatedly, hard and fast, just how she wanted it.

It felt beyond incredible, and she somehow wanted more. She picked up her legs, wrapping them around his back and tilting her hips to make him go even deeper.

His eyes went molten.

His thrusts went from hard to powerful. He took her request to fuck to the next level.

The man deserved a medal for his ability to follow directions to a tee.

She held on for dear life and let him fuck her within an inch of her life. Her breathing was ragged, and her vision blurred. After already having two orgasms, she would have thought a third one would have taken a little longer.

Not with Noah.

He could get her there in only minutes, no matter what.

Because, of course, he could.

One night of sex with him was out the window. Any man who could make her come three times in twenty minutes was a man she needed to keep having sex with. The question would be if she wanted more than sex.

That was not a question she was prepared to answer.

Her body contracted, and she writhed and moaned as he drove into her continuously at a fierce pace. Her release barreled through her as she clutched at his back and tightened her hold on him with her legs. Her body never wanted it to end, and Noah was doing a pretty damn good job of making that happen. A long continuous orgasm that rocked her soul.

Then he went wild.

His hips bucked even harder, and the noises and groans coming from him were feral. She urged him on, and after only a few more deep thrusts, he shouted her name, tensing up as his orgasm pulsed through him.

She moaned at the sensation and, for the first time in her life, almost wished there was no condom.

She’d never, not once, had sex without a condom.

Where the fuck had that thought come from?

His face was buried in the crook of her neck, and his lips and tongue were teasing and sucking her skin.

“I’m going to get rid of this condom, and then we're doing that again.” His words were muffled, but she heard him.

“I might need a minute.” Surely he did too.

He lifted his head. “You can have exactly that. A minute. But when I come back, you’re going to ride my cock while I suck your tits.”

Her pussy clenched.

“Jesus, don’t do that until I come back.” He pulled out, both of them groaning.

She already missed the feeling of him inside her. “Don't you need more than a minute?” She stretched out her legs and raised her arms above her head.

“If you think my dick will get soft anytime soon, knowing that I have you naked and in bed, you’re sorely mistaken.” She heard the water run for a second before turning off, and then he was back, standing in the bathroom doorway, the light illuminating his chiseled body.

She bit down on her lip, groaning inwardly at how fucking sexy he was. “You know, just because we had sex doesn't mean I don’t still dislike you.” She needed to remember that as much as she needed him to know it.

His lips tilted into a smile. “You like me a little. Admit it.” His hand gripped his still-hard cock, stroking it up and down. “Or at least you like my dick.”

She wasn’t sure she had it inside her to deny that. “Why don’t you put that other condom on, lie down on this bed, and we'll see how much I like your cock while I ride it.”

His eyes heated, and before she knew it, he was on the bed, under her, his hard cock nudging her pussy.

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