Page 67 of Naughty & Nice

Do I taste funny?

But as I’m starting to lose myself in my anxiety, she makes a decision and leans forward again, her lips parting.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, my hand moving of its own accord, my fingers threading into her hair, holding her in place.

She stares up at me with her big, emerald green eyes and her lips stretched around my cock.

It’s… it’s…

“Fuuuuck,” I groan when she sinks lower on me.

Her hands lift, one wrapping around my hip, the other holding the base of my cock.

“Christ, Noelle. That’s— fuck, that’s good.”

She continues to suck me, experimenting with speed and technique.

I love it all. Every single second of it.

I want it to last forever, but as is the case when it comes to being intimate with Noelle, the end comes too soon.

“Shit, Elle. Shit. I’m gonna… fuck.”

I really try to warn her, I do. But one second my release is approaching and the next it’s slammed into me with the force of an eighteen-wheeler.

I’m still deep in her mouth when my cock jerks and ropes of cum spurt from the tip.

Her eyes widen in surprise, I assume as it hits the back of her throat, but she doesn’t pull back. She gags, but it doesn’t put her off.

I stare at her on her knees with my cock in her mouth, and I’m hit with a whole new level of awe for my best friend.

My girl.

My one and only.

“I love you,” I blurt, unable to say anything else in my post-orgasmic state.

Finally, she pulls back, releasing my softening cock before wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“You’re amazing,” I say before reaching down to lift her to her feet and slam my lips on hers.

I can taste myself when I sweep my tongue against hers, but I don’t care. I can’t. I’m pretty sure she could do anything right now and I’d go along with it. I’d give her anything and everything she could possibly want.

As our kiss continues, I slide my hands into her shorts and panties and push them over her hips, letting them pool at her feet.

With my hands firmly planted on her hips, I walk her backward toward the bathtub.

“I hope I got the temperature right,” I say into our kiss, confident that I’ve nailed it, before effortlessly lifting her tiny frame from the floor and placing her into the water.

“It’s perfect,” she breathes after a beat.

A smile curls at the corners of my lips before I kick off my sweats and boxers from around my ankles and step into the water with her.

Sliding my legs on either side of her, I encourage her to lie back on me.

Water and bubbles slosh over the side of the tub, but neither of us makes a move to do anything about it.

“This is nice,” Noelle muses, resting her hands on my forearms that are wrapped around her middle.

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