Page 80 of Won’t Let You Get Away

My dark green dress was chosen specifically for tonight’s winery Christmas party. The top is a simple V-neck with loose short sleeves and a sash that cinches just above my stomach. Butit’s the slit up the side of the skirt, revealing my legs with every step, that continues to steal Noah’s attention.

Stepping closer, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me against his chest, leaning down until his lips are next to my ear.

“You look stunning, Sugar.”

I bite my lip, trying to control the rush of heat that floods my cheeks when he compliments me. He reaches for my chin and tilts my head up to meet his gaze.

“I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you all night,” he admits. “That dress is driving me wild. All I can think about is getting you alone.”

I can’t help but murmur back, “Well, what do you know? You got me alone.”

“Be careful, Sugar,” he warns with a low chuckle, brushing his lips against mine. “My restraint is hanging by a thread.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I whisper before pulling him closer by his tie and finally kissing him.

Noah takes charge, gripping my hips as he leads me backwards. My ass collides with the barrel behind me as he continues kissing me, leaving me breathless. Shifting my weight, I wrap one leg around his hip and pull him closer.

“Bri...” he groans my name, his hands slipping under my dress to push it aside as our bodies grind together.

I can’t suppress my moan as he presses his hard length against my clit, wishing there weren’t layers of clothing between us.

“Better keep it down, Sugar,” he murmurs, gripping my hips tightly to hold me in place as he rubs his cock against me again. “Those beautiful sounds are mine and mine alone.”

His fingers tease along the edges of my underwear, dipping in just enough to leave me panting with anticipation.

“The door doesn’t lock,” he reminds me, kissing along my jaw and down my neck. Despite his warning, two of his fingers trace over my entrance and he groans. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

I nod, biting my bottom lip to keep quiet.

“If we don’t leave this room right now, I won’t stop until you’re coming around my cock, Bri.” His voice is low, the slight rasp shooting straight to my clit as he pushes his fingers slowly inside me.

“Please,” I whimper, widening my legs in a silent invitation for him to continue, but Noah pulls out abruptly with a curse.

“Turn around and bend over the barrel,” he demands. Moving quickly, I turn and hike up my dress so it pools around my hips before leaning forward and bracing my elbows on top of the barrel.

Noah rubs a palm over my ass and hums in appreciation.

“Look at you,” his fingers graze over the fabric covering my pussy. “So beautiful, wet and ready for me.”

He tugs my underwear down to my knees before the sound of his belt coming undone echoes through the room. His fingers slowly pump back into me as I stifle a groan by biting into my arm and rocking back into him. My body hums with pleasure, tingles coursing through me as the pleasure builds low in my stomach. Right when he hits that sweet spot inside me and it feels like I’m going to explode, he pulls out.

Before I can protest, the head of his cock is there. He teases my entrance, rubbing himself through my wetness and I push back against him, desperate for him to be inside me.

Noah thrusts forward, barely pushing his length inside before pausing. Draping over me so that his chest is on my back, he kisses my exposed neck.

“As much as I enjoy all the wonderful sounds you make, keep it quiet, Sugar,” he nips at my ear and chuckles. “Unless youwant everyone out there to know what it sounds like when you come with my cock buried deep inside your tight pussy.”

I nod, clenching around him and biting down hard enough to leave a mark on my arm. Noah’s breath hitches with a curse and he kisses behind my ear before standing up.

With an almost bruising grip on my hips, he slams into me. My fingers scrape against the wood as he finds his rhythm. Noah tilts my hips, forcing me onto my tiptoes and there’s no stopping the sound that escapes as he fucks into me at a delicious pace.

“Noah,” I whisper. The new angle allows him to hit my g-spot with every thrust.

“So fucking perfect, taking me so beautifully,” he murmurs.

His hand leaves my hip and delves between my thighs, immediately finding my clit. I whimper as my entire body tenses with the need to come, and he presses his thumb in delicious circles.

“Come all over my cock, Sugar,” he commands, picking up his pace. I can’t hold back any longer and my orgasm tears through me on his next thrust.

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