Page 10 of The Noisemaker

Incoherent words rolled off my tongue as he slammed himself into me repeatedly. I didn’t know how he managed to always give me what I needed, but he did. He knew my body so well. Reaching between us to strum my clit with his thumb, my orgasm snuck up on me. I climaxed hard, clamping down around his dick.

“Yeah, give it to me,” he growled, fucking me through my orgasm.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my body became rigid.

Leaning down to cover my body with his, our lips met, and we moaned into each other’s needy mouths. The kiss broke as I yelled out in pleasure. Rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing cooled my heated face.

When he pushed his body off me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles. He held onto my hips and worked himself to a steady tempo and I met him thrust for thrust.

His voice was low and thick with want when he uttered, “This pussy is talking to me.”

“Yes,” I murmured, my hands roaming over his chest.

He drove into me harder. “What’s it saying?”

“That it’s yours.”

“Fuck,” he swore, closing his eyes for a second. “Say it.”

“I’m yours. My pussy is yours. My heart is yours. I’m yours. I’m yours. I fucking love you.”

He growled from somewhere deep in his soul. “I fucking loveyou.”

“Then fill me up.”

“Shit, Aria.” Ramming into me, the sound of my wetness invited him to release. “Is that what you want?” His speed increased as he started to speak again. “You want me to come in you?”

Just the idea of him filling me up was about to send me over the edge.

He hit a spot deep inside of me, causing me to clench tighter which caused him to groan loudly.

“Ineedyou to come in me,” I begged wantonly.

“Fuck!”

Another orgasm was on the brink as he drove himself into me. I felt him struggling to hold back as he gripped the fleshiness of my hips. Increasing his pace, he delivered each stroke harder than the last.

“I’m about to fill this pussy up.”

Just grunts and moans poured out of me as he continued taking care of my needs while succumbing to his own. Feeling him lose control pushed me over the edge.

A lustful wail left my mouth as my toes curled and my back arched violently. I had no control over my pulsating body. The intensity of my orgasm complemented his as he bucked against me. Cursing under his breath, he started to come inside me. He stiffened and shuddered as he filled me up.

My heart was pounding in my chest and both of us panted, completely exhausted. He collapsed beside me in bed and after a couple of minutes, our breathing had slowed. I reached over and intertwined my fingers with his as we recovered.

CHAPTER3

Representing good luck, new beginnings, and wisdom, the black-eyed peas mixture stewed in a pot on the stove. The collard greens, to represent folded money, cooked in the pot next to it. Cornbread, to represent riches, baked in the oven. It was only right to start our celebration with three traditional African American New Year’s Eve dishes.

It had been ninety minutes since he blew my back out. And ten minutes since I woke up from a much-needed nap.

“It smells like my grandma’s house,” Desmond commented as he entered the kitchen.

I laughed lightly. “Hopefully, it’ll taste as good as Grandma’s.”

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he kissed my neck. “I’m sure it—” His sentence stopped abruptly as he peered over my shoulder into the pot of greens. “You don’t have any meat in there?”

I sucked my teeth and bumped him away from me with my hip. “Yes! There’s fatback in there,” I retorted.

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