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Noah groans. “Please, I need to come.”

I laugh and pull off him completely.

He sits up and scowls at me.

“Calm down, baby,” I playfully reprimand. “I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see stars.”

I spread his legs and rip the lube open with my teeth, before I squeeze some on my finger and rub it on his tight hole. Noah tenses, clenching his ass cheeks.

“Relax, baby,” I soothe.

My heart jackhammers. Noah’s finally giving in to me. I’m totally caught off guard, but when I’m done with him, he’ll never question himself again.

I feel him relax ever so slightly and I slowly press my finger into him. Once my finger is inside his warm hole, I add some more lube and press another finger into him. No matter how much I finger him, this is going to hurt. I’m big, I should have prepped him more but I’ll make this as painless as I can.

I reach up with my other hand and spit into it. I wrap my hand around his cock trying to distract him some before adding a third finger. When my third finger breeches his tight puckered hole, Noah sucks in a deep, shuddering breath. I slowly spread my fingers inside him and stretch him out some more. I feel Noah tense before he shoots ropes of come onto my hand and his stomach.

I rise up off my knees and line my cock up to his tight hole. Noah releases a shaky breath and nods, letting me know he can take it, that he’s ready. I push in an inch slowly, then pull out. Keeping that agonizing pace, I finally have about half my cock in. Noah relaxes further, so pulling out, I slam all the way in.

He lets out a loud, “Holy shit.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” I moan out, “baby, you’re tight as fuck, the way you’re squeezing me.”

He lets out a guttural moan at my words.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good, you’re so perfect,” I praise.

Just as I thought–he’s a slut for praise, if his swelling cock is any indication.

“Are you gonna take my cock like a good boy?” I ask.

Noah just moans at my question.

“Answer me,” I growl.

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes.” I punctuate with each thrust. “You. Are. Because. You’re. Such. A. Good. Fucking. Boy.”

After a few more hard thrusts, I feel his body lock up again, and his come paints both our bodies. That pushes me over the edge, and my release fills his ass. I thrust a few more times before pulling out. I look down to see my come leaking out of his ass, so I reach down and push it back in. Noah moans from the feeling of my fingers sliding inside his abused hole.

I collapse on the bed next to him, pulling him on my chest. When his head is on me, I run my fingers through his hair, falling asleep.

Chapter Seven

Kieran

Sin still hasn’t let me see Noah. It’s been weeks since he's kept us separated. I don’t regret what I did, and I haven’t apologized. I’m not sorry, but I need to see Noah. I’ve never thought of myself as codependent before. I’m going stir crazy. I can’t tell I’m pregnant other than the test on the stand by my bed and my missed period. I still can’t believe Sin forced this on me. I don’t want kids.

I startle out of my thoughts when the door is opened. Sin and Noah walk in. I guess we are finally having that talk after weeks of silence.

“I’m leaving for a couple of hours.” Sin says, distractedly.

I see the flicker of something like anger in his expression. What pissed him off this early? It’s barely even nine in the morning. Sin walks out slamming the door behind him.

I turn to Noah with a sigh. “What did you do to him?”

“Why do you think it was me?”

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