Page 100 of Naughty & Nice

Iwas awake the moment she moaned.

I heard everything. But as much as I wanted to open my eyes and join in, I wanted to listen more.

There’s a part of me that wants to rip his hands clean from his body every time he touches her. But there’s a bigger part that’s desperate to watch. To see what he does. To watch her fall apart for him. As much as I love doing it myself, there’s something magic about watching the two of them.

I can’t really describe it; all I do know is that I fucking love it, and right now, I’m happy to go along with that.

It’s just for a few days. For once in my life, I can throw caution to the wind and focus on fun and pleasure. I can be like Wilder when I really want to be.

Any hesitation or flickers of jealousy were eradicated when her hand wrapped around my dick.

I’m a part of this. I haven’t been forgotten while they get their kicks. Knowing that makes my heart swell and my cock get even harder.

“Obsessed with you,” I mutter into our kiss long after Wilder has left us to it.

Watching him leave was weird, but it also confirmed to me that he’s fully aware of what’s happening here.

He might have been allowed to play, but Noelle is mine. For now, he’s just an added bonus.

A thought lingers about how that must make him feel. He’s not used to being the one on the sidelines watching all the action. But for once, I push concerns about everyone else side and focus on me.

On me and Noelle.

Fuck. I never thought I’d get to say that.

A moan rumbles deep in her throat as she hitches her legs up higher around my waist, letting my hard-again dick graze her pussy.

Will she ever stop affecting me so much? Fuck. I really hope not.

Our hands roam as our kiss continues. Neither of us of cares about the morning breath situation; being connected to each other is way more important.

Reaching between us, my cock jerks as she wraps her hand around it, lining the head up with her entrance.

“I need you,” she confesses into our kiss.

I squeeze my eyes closed tightly, wishing I could savor those words forever.

Reaching for her ass, I position her exactly where I want her before gently thrusting forward.

Her pussy is wet and slick from the release that Wilder gave her, making my entrance easy.

“Oh god,” she whimpers as a heavy breath punches from my lungs at the feel of her squeezing me so impossibly tight.

“I’m never going to get used to this,” I confess, resting my brow against hers, our eyes locked.

“Me neither.”

Gripping her ass tighter, I thrust harder, needing to be deeper, needing to imprint myself on her soul so she never forgets this.

“I love you,” she whispers as I gently rock us.

It’s not the kind of hot and heavy fucking that a part of me wants to embark on right now; it’s soft, sweet, and fully loaded with emotions to the point my eyes begin to sting.

Fuck. I can’t cry while having sex with Noelle. She’d dump me for Wilder in a heartbeat.

Sensing the shift in me, she slides her hand up my back, wraps it around my neck and drags my lips back to hers.

Our kiss is as gentle as our lovemaking, and it doesn’t really make the situation any better.

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