Page 24 of Be Mine

“Remember when I said I’d never hurt you in ways you wouldn’t want me to?” Noah asks as he pulls me to the couch with him.

“Yes,” I breathe out. I’m on top of him, skin to skin, practically keening with need.

“We’re about to test those limits, baby.” It’s the only warning I get before he lifts me so I’m on my knees, my torso pressed to the back of the couch. The velvet chafes against my sensitive nipples that are begging for attention, my hips rocking back and forth on their own accord.

He rises from the couch, still hard and heavy, and pumps his cock a few times. I’m not sure if it’s for his pleasure or mine, but it’s like he’s priming me for what’s to come. Positioning himself behind me, his hand reaches out and brushes the hair that has fallen from my bun over my shoulder. Feather-light kisses skim the column of my neck, then my spine. His hands sweep forward, fingers dusting along the fullness of my breasts, over the swell, beneath the crease.

My spine arches. My ass sways. His cock bobs as I brush up against him and I’m on the verge of begging for him to touch me in all the right places when his fingers clamp down hard on my nipples at the same time his teeth pierce the delicate skinbehind my ear. I cry out from the sensation; it burns and blazes through me.

My hands reach back to hold on to something, to hold him to me, but Noah grasps both of my wrists and plants them firmly in front of us.

“Move your hands again and I stop, understand?”

I nod frantically, desperate for him to give my body more. And he does. His hand skirts down my front, an agonizingly slow trail down my sternum, past my ribcage and navel to the trimmed hair between my legs. He gives it a gentle pull before descending further to my hot center. Fingers graze my lips, skimming the seam, taunting and teasing in the best way possible. Soon, he’s finding my clit with the tip of his index, swirling the pad lightly on the bundle of nerves, then plunging inside me. He repeats the motion until I’m delirious, until my hips rock into him, fucking myself on his hand.

“Greedy girl. Does this pussy want to get fucked?” My hands are twisting the material of the couch, threatening to tear it.

“Yes.” I sigh. I need him desperately.

“Yes, what?” He bites down again on my neck, surely puncturing skin and leaving a wound.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I whine.

I feel him lining up behind me, his front molding to my back. I take a steadying breath and brace myself, but there’s nothing that could have prepared me for the burn when he jolts his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one go.Holy fuck.I scream out loud, the piercing sound echoing through the room. Every inch of him is inside me, reaching impossible depths, filling me in an unnatural way. His left hand finds my throat, wrapping snugly around it, reminding me he is in complete control of my body.

He stays buried in me, moving his hips in a slow, circular motion that rubs the head of his cock against my cervix, causing my legs to quake beneath me. Gradually pulling back, he thrusts forward again, sinking so deeply it leaves me winded.

“You feel me? In here?” His words are hot against the curve of my neck as he splays his right hand across my stomach and presses firmly against my womb. The next thrust is brutal, and I practically howl from the intrusion. The stretch is painful, forcing me to accept every inch of him until I’m trembling. “That’s right, Frankie baby, remember this.” He withdraws to the tip, hovering there for a beat, then shoves forward until I cry out for him again. “It’smycock shoved so far up your pussy you can feel it in your guts.”

He’s staking his claim, marking me, and with every plunge my body willingly lets go and gives itself over to him. His fingers find my clit again, circling it like an expert who knows my body better than I do. His cock moves in and out of me with deliberation, each move calculated, finding spots inside me I didn’t know existed.

The room is permeated with our scent, with the sound of our desperate moans and skin meeting skin.

“God, your pussy is sucking my cock in,” he whispers in my ear. “Hot, and tight, and so fucking wet just for me, aren’t you?”

I mumble incoherent sounds, because it’s all I can do with the force of his thrusts, with the way my body responds to him, the way he’s fucking me like his life depends on it.

He rains down a wicked blow to my center, lashing at my sensitive clit. The cracking sound momentarily stunning me.

“Aren’t you?” He punctuates his words with another slap, and another. God, I forgot what he even asked I’m so drunk on lust. One more slap and the sensation rings through me like an electric current zapping my nervous system.

“Oh God, yes, yes. Please.”What I’m pleading for?I don’t know, but I’m so close to the edge I’ve lost all sense of myself. I’m just a ball of want and need.

His grip on my throat tightens until pressure builds in my skull, until my eyes roll. The tension mounts, my heartbeat races, and my muscles tighten and seize as Noah drives me closer and closer to ecstasy. He’s pounding into me at a punishing pace now, the couch squeaking and groaning in protest.

I’m pushing my ass back to meet him halfway. Grinding into him. I need…I need…

“I know, baby, I’m going to make you come so hard it’ll look like I performed an exorcism.” And with that, he reaches down and pinches my clit, making good on his promise as the orgasm consumes me like a tidal wave, pulling me under. I thrash in his hold. I buck. I’d scream, but he’s robbed me of my breath. Every fiber of my being spasms as the orgasm rolls through me, never ending, consuming me until I’m a puddle beneath him.

Noah isn’t long behind me. He thrusts once more and stills, groaning out his release as his cock pulses inside me.

Were both struggling for an intake of air. Noah rests his forehead on my shoulders, his softening cock still inside me, his heart thundering against my back. I’m trying to catch my breath, slumped over the back of the couch. Looking down, our combined release trickles down my thigh, smearing the velvet material.

Soft lips trace my neck, the sweat dampened skin breaking out in goosebumps as his breath skirts across me. His hands mold to my ribs, clutching me tightly to him.

“I’m not even close to being finished with you,” he huffs against my ear.

How does he have any reserves left? I feel like I’ve been splintered, achy and boneless. I look over my shoulder at him. His damp hair clings to his forehead. Somewhere along the way, his glasses have been discarded, and without them, his blue eyes flash brighter, hungrier.

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