Page 48 of Sacrifice Bunt

He braced his hands on the wall for support as she took him deeper and deeper. It had been too many days without her, too many nights spent dreaming about her, and way too much sexual frustration that he was already close to coming. He did not want to come in her mouth. He wanted to be inside her, fucking her hard when he came.

“You have to stop.” His breathing was ragged. “I don't want to come yet.”

She backed off, looking up at him with a devious smile on her face. “What if I want you to come?”

He wasn’t going to give her that option. Reaching down, he grabbed under her arms and lifted her up to her feet. “Sometimes you don't get what you want.”

“I always get what I want.” The teasing smirk on her face was potent.

She grabbed his head, pulling his face toward her, kissing him deeply.

He needed to get control, and he needed to do it fast, or else this was going to be over very quickly. “Bedroom,” he said, turning her as they continued to kiss and touch each other. He pulled clothes from her body as they moved. He was already naked and she was definitely going to be that way soon. Somehow they made it up the stairs to his bedroom, falling onto his bed with him on top of her.

He looked down at her, brushing hair from her face. “Are you really here?” It felt like a dream, albeit a very realistic one.

She nodded, giving him a soft smile. “I am.” Her voice was different. It held no sarcasm, just the truth.

“This first time is going to be quick.” He dropped his forehead to hers.

“I'm okay with quick. Just get your dick inside me.”

He reached to the side, grabbing a condom from his bedside table, and rolled it on faster than he’d ever put a condom on before. Condom in place, he kissed her deeply as he lined up his dick at her pussy, sliding into her tight, wet heat. “Your pussy feels good.”

“Tell me about it.” She wiggled against him, taking him even deeper.

“Fuck,” he swore. Sitting back, he grabbed her legs, pushing them towards her head. He needed to fuck her and he needed to fuck her hard. His first thrust had her moaning his name and nothing had ever sounded better.

He thrust again, a loud moan escaping her mouth.

“Say my name,” he groaned out, his breathing already heavy. “Tell me who's fucking you.”

“Noah,” she said in a whisper and then louder, “Noah, fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She was clawing at the bed sheets, and then she lifted her arms above her head, gripping his bed frame in her hands. The position made her tits push out even more than they already were, and his mouth watered for a taste. Leaning down, he licked around one nipple as she moaned and writhed against him. When she murmured his name over and over in a whisper, he was done for.

He thrust hard, over and over, giving her every single thing that he had. This was what he’d wanted for so many years. To be with her like this. He loved hearing her whispers and moans, his name from her mouth. He loved how she felt, how she looked, and how her body squeezed him tightly.

He never wanted this to end, and because of that, he held off as long as he could, trying to bring her over the edge first.

“I'm close. I'm so close, Noah,” she pleaded, her eyes closing and her mouth opening on pants. He dropped a hand between them, rubbing her clit back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until her body finally gave into the feeling, and her orgasm rushed through her.

He felt her pussy contract around him and that was all it took to send him over the edge with her.

“Oh fuck!” he bellowed, pumping, pumping until there was nothing left.

He pulled out of her, falling down next to her on the bed, both of them breathing heavily.

“God, I'm an idiot,” she said on a slow exhale.

“I wouldn't say that,” he said, also still breathing heavily. He turned his head to find her staring up at the ceiling.

She must have felt him looking at her because she turned her own head to look him in the eyes. “I knew it was great the last time and I knew it'd be great again and yet I still denied myself and you this feeling. Something is definitely wrong with me.”

“Nothing is wrong with you.” He shifted his hand closer to her body, gripping her hand in his, “I came on too strong.”

“You didn't,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not used to this. To sex being this good. Feeling this good.”

He didn't know what to say about that, so instead of speaking, he got up, taking care of the condom before coming back and joining her on the bed. “How long can you stay?” He wasn’t going to beat around the bush. He’d take her as long as he got her but he wanted her to know that he would like her to stay.

She laughed. “I'm not even supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be at home getting ready for a meeting with Shane Bradley. I came here on a whim because I couldn't sleep. Hell, I couldn't do anything but think about you.”

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