Page 36 of Sweet Surrender

“Tell me the truth.” Stepping up between her spread knees, I watched her fingers dance over her clit. “Did you do this to yourself after we were together? Were you in this bed, touching yourself, thinking of me?”

“Fuck, yes,” she breathed out, and I couldn’t hide the satisfied smirk. She was only obeying me, holding nothing back.

Sinking to my knees, I lifted her hand and held it close to my nose, breathing her in. “Taste yourself,” I growled out, staring as she slid her fingers into her mouth and sucked while I stroked myself to the sight.

It was erotic enough to test my staying power. I could easily have blown my load simply while watching her.

Her back arched at the touch of my tongue to her glistening lips. “Fuck!” She gasped, reaching down, taking the back of my head in her hand. Rather than pull her away, I went with it, letting her almost force me to give her more. To drive my tongue through her folds, lavish long, slow licks against her swollen clit.

And as I did, she whispered, “Oh, God, just like that… feels so good… eat my pussy, Noah…”

Fuck, this was much better than silence. I used her responses to guide me, focusing on what made her squeal, writhe, tug my hair, and grind her hips against my face.

By the time her grinding turned to sharp jerks, my chin was coated in her juices and my cock dripping precum. “Yes! I’m coming! Oh God!”

She released my head to grip the duvet with both fists before going limp with a long, raspy sigh.

More.

I wanted more.

I wanted all of her.

Finally, I could indulge myself in the feel of her, could mold her tits in my palms as I kissed my way up her flat belly. “Fuck, you are perfect,” I groaned out, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, then the other, feasting on her while her hands ran over my ass and up my back. She pulled up my shirt, and I released her nipple long enough to let her yank it over my head before going back to work, flicking and sucking, doing anything I could to make her moan my name again. I needed to hear it.

“You are a very good girl.” I lapped at her skin, trailing kisses down her body before draping her legs over my shoulders and teasing the silky skin of her thighs. “You came on my tongue just like I told you to. Refresh my memory. What did I say would come next?”

Light flickered in her eyes. “You said I had to come on your cock.”

“Such a good listener. Can you do that for me, baby?”

A wicked smile tugged the corners of her mouth. “I always have before.” Her eagerness to please me had me stripping down to nothing in no time, as my gaze never left hers. She widened her legs, her glistening pussy on full display. A deep rumble left my throat before cupping the backs of her thighs and dragging her closer. “Oh, yes.” Her eyes closed, her head rolling from side to side as I dragged my head through her slit. “So good. Give it to me,” she demanded.

“How much do you want it?” I was torturing myself, but I couldn’t help it. I needed to hear it.

“I want it so much that I will kill you if you don’t give it to me now.” Her eyes opened partway, finding mine. “Fuck me. I need it.”

Not what I had in mind, but it worked. Lining up with her hole, I pushed forward, driving myself into her tight sheath.

“Christ,” I hissed. The feel of her pussy without anything between us was almost too much to take.

She winced, sucking in a breath through her teeth. “So thick…” she whispered, whimpering as I stretched her. By the time I sank deep, she was panting, her legs hooked around my hips and pressing against my ass.

“More?” I asked, unmoving, watching every twitch of her face as she absorbed the pleasure.

“Fuck yes… Noah… yes…”

I took her like I had before because there was no other choice. I couldn’t go slow, not with her beautiful face contorting as the tension built and her muscles tightened. She was already on the verge of another orgasm, and I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to take all day and night and would, if she’d let me.

Her nails sank into my shoulders, dragging them over my skin and bringing a sharp sensation to the forefront of my awareness. My strokes quickened, and soon the bed rocked from the force as I drove her into the mattress. Her pussy tightened, drawing me deeper, a low guttural groan pulling from my throat as I got lost in her.

How many women had I fucked, but something about Sienna made it feel like the first time.

“Yes, fuck me…” she grunted out, teeth gritted, breathing harder.

She was made for me.

Made for this.

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