Page 52 of Won’t Let You Get Away

Bracing his weight on one hand between me and the couch, his other grips my ass. Noah leans forward, capturing my lips in another searing kiss.

His fingers tease my pussy, tormenting me as he pins me down. I subtly shift my hips beneath him, causing his cock tonotch at my entrance. He pushes in slightly, as if instinctively but stops so only his tip is inside me.

I squirm, needing more but Noah tightens his grip on my hips and swears under his breath as he restrains me.

“Bri,” he says through gritted teeth. His brow furrows as he pulls back. “I guess now is a bad time to remember that I don’t own any condoms.”

I let out a strangled laugh, placing a hand on his chest.

“Well, it’s not like you can get me pregnant again at this point.”

He rests his head on my shoulder, planting a tender kiss.

“Should I apologize for not thinking of that sooner?”

I shake my head and dig my heels into his backside, urging him to move faster. “The only thing you should be doing is fucking me,” I gasp out.

Noah groans in my ear, the sound sending a jolt straight to my clit as he finally starts to work himself inside of me. By the time he’s fully sheathed himself and pauses, I’m reduced to a blubbering mess, shamelessly begging for more. He holds still, kissing along my collarbone while I clench around him and grind my hips against his, seeking more friction on my sensitive clit.

“Fuck, Bri,” he whispers breathlessly, “Look at you taking me so beautifully.” He slowly pulls out before snapping his hips forward again, grinding against me and eliciting another moan from me.

If I respond, my words are unintelligible as I beg him to keep fucking me.

“I’ve got you, Sugar,” he murmurs. “So fucking perfect, taking every inch of me and begging for more.”

I nod eagerly and arch off the couch in an attempt to meet his thrusts, but Noah holds me still. Pleasure builds low in my stomach as my orgasm builds once more and every nerve in my body comes alive under his skilled hands and praises.

He pushes up onto his knees, lifting my hips and shoves a decorative pillow beneath me to hold me up. The new angle draws a loud moan from me and I think I manage to say his name.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” he taunts with a smirk. “There is no better sound than you moaning my name.”

His lips find one of my nipples, sucking it between his teeth and biting down gently just as his hips snap forward. When he slowly pulls his cock out until only the tip remains inside of me, he pauses and keeps me pinned beneath him.

I glance down, captivated by the way his tongue circles around my nipple. My nails dig into his back, urging him to move. Our eyes meet and he smirks.

Holding my gaze, he slams into me again. My orgasm rips through me unexpectedly and I spiral into bliss as my pussy tightens around his cock.

“That’s it, Sugar,” Noah murmurs against my chest, grinding against me to prolong my release. His thrusts become erratic, slamming into me a few more times before he stills with a curse. He pumps his cock slowly inside of me as he comes with a guttural groan before collapsing on top of me.

He supports most of his weight on his arms but I hold onto him tightly.

“That was so much better than my vibrator,” I say with a breathless giggle. He lifts his head and we both moan at the feeling of his cock twitching inside of me.

“You’re comparing me to your toy?” He chuckles, gently thrusting his hips. I’m surprised to see that he’s already half-hard again.

“I…I…” My words fail me as he continues to lazily move inside of me. Swallowing thickly, I shake my head and try to find the right words. “Yes, but only because you’re better.”

Noah laughs and leans forward to nip at my earlobe.

“Imagine what I could make you feelwiththe vibrator,” he whispers, continuing to list all the dirty things he could do with the help of toys while slowly fucking me until we both come again.

NOAH

“Are you sure you don’t need me to come out and help with the fence?” Kenny asks as I shut the door of my truck’s bed.

“I’m good. I need to get out of the office and do some actual work,” I respond, rounding the back of the truck. He trails behind me to the driver’s side door. “Besides, when Mack returns to collect his belongings from the barn, one of us should be present, and it’s most likely better that it isn’t me.”

Kenny doesn’t even attempt to suppress his laughter.

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