Page 65 of Creatures in the Night

I moaned around his shaft as my pussy clenched with the possessive need in his voice, and I was ready to give him anything that he wanted at this point. So, pulling back from him, I quickly reached down to grab the hem of my shirt, whipping it over my head as quickly as I could. If Noah wanted to cum on me, then we were going to do it the right way.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned before grabbing the back of my head, then forcing it down on his cock again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

With my hands back on his thighs, I let Noah use my mouth until he finally pulled back, grabbed the base of his dick, then jerked himself off until whips of hot cum landed on my cheek, my lips, my neck, and my chest. His deep roar sounded like sex ringing in my ears, and I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by the mess that he was making on me. I’d never had a man cum on me like this before, and it wasn’t the debasing that some women viewed it as. It was a sexy kind of possessiveness that had me wanting to do it again.

“Fucking Christ, you look good wearing my cum, wife,” he said, and his reference to my title had a sliver of pleasure shooting down my spine. “And I hope you like being dressed in it, because I’m going to fuck you with it all over you like this.”

I moaned.

I couldn’t help it.

Noah’s dirty talk was swoon-worthy, and even if he started calling me nasty names, I’d still be onboard with it. Noah fucked like he lived his life, both unapologetically. It was also good to finally not feel guilty for enjoying the way that my husband made me feel when we were like this together.

When I looked up at Noah, he was staring down at me like he wanted to tear me apart, but in a good way. So, I didn’t say anything as he reached down, grabbed my shoulders, then pulled me up to my feet. My breath deepened as his right hand cupped my face, his thumb spreading his seed all over my lips, and it was the most sensual thing that I’d ever experienced.

“You’re getting my name tattooed on you, wife,” he said, sending another shiver down my spine.

“Where?” I asked breathlessly, not even putting up a fight after seeing the masterpiece in the middle of his back.

“On the back of your neck,” he answered.

I wore my hair up a lot at work, so he was choosing a place that would scream to the world that I belonged to him. “On the back of my neck,” I echoed.

He smirked down at me. “Not for the reason that you think,” he went on. “While it does make a statement that you belong to me, it’ll also keep you safe when I’m not around just like my name engraved in your wedding rings did. That’s how I found you, Shea. The Kotovs called me.”

Before I could say anything to that, Noah was reaching down, and the tearing sound of fabric thundered through the room, my panties now a useless mess on the floor. My arms automatically wrapped around Noah’s neck as he lifted me by my thighs, my legs positioned perfectly around his hips.

I let out a low moan as my back hit the wall, and I liked how Noah wasn’t bothered by the mess all over me. He wasn’t being careful of it, nor was he trying to avoid it. By the time that we were done, he was going to be just as messy as I was, and that was sexy in my eyes.

“Beg for it, Shea,” he demanded. “Beg for your husband’s cock.”

“Noah, please…” I whimpered, giving in.

“Tell me what your name is, baby,” he said, making my heart skip a beat. “Finally fucking say it.”

“Shea Murphy,” I panted, the head of his hard dick teasing my entrance.

“That’s right, lass,” he bit out as he began to impale me on his length. “You’re Shea Murphy.”

“Noah…” I moaned as I felt him stretch me open, the head of his cock touching everywhere inside me. “Oh, God…”

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned before putting his face in my neck. “I need you wrapped around me like this every fucking day.”

“Harder,” I demanded. “Noah, please…harder…”

“Your arm, baby,” he said, making me realize that he’d been right about my anger making me blind to everything that he’d been trying to show me. Even now, with his cock buried deep inside of me, he was still trying to make sure that I was okay.

“My arm is fine,” I lied. “I…I don’t care about my arm, Noah.”

“Christ, Shea,” he grunted, but was doing what I’d asked.

“Yes…” I cried out as my arms and legs wrapped around him tighter. “God…yes…”

Noah’s fingers tightened around my thighs as he said, “Take that cock, baby. Take every fucking inch in that tight cunt of yours…the cunt that belongs to me.”

My back hit the wall with each thrust into my body, and it was crazy how pain during sex didn’t feel like pain at all. The harder that Noah fucked me, the more turned on I became. I wanted some power over this man, and the more that he lost control, the more I felt like I wasn’t alone in this mess. It made me feel like I had a say, even if I really didn’t.

“Cum for me, baby,” Noah growled into my neck. “Cum on my cock and say my name when you do it.”

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