Page 102 of Undone

Pulling out his dick, I grinned up at him then rolled my tongue around the tip, savoring the way his taste covered my tongue.

“Are you gonna take me in that pretty little throat?”

I responded by letting the head of him graze the roof of my mouth as he worked his way in. He tipped his head back as his hands shot to the front of my neck, his groans filling the small space. I watched the way he got lost in himself.

The same way he got lost in me.

“Good girl,” he groaned, his hands tightening. Peering down at me breathlessly, he managed to speak. “Now, put those fingers into that pretty little pussy while you take my cock into your throat.”

Excitement coursed through me at his words.

My heart pounded in my chest as I reached down to grab the flowing fabric of my dress, sliding it up until I felt the slickness on my fingers. I slowly started to circle around my clit, my moans escaping my mouth, vibrating on his cock. I forced myself to relax as I swallowed him back into my throat.

His eyes darkened, a low curse escaping his lips as he gripped my hair. “You feel so fucking good, peach.”

I pulled back, gasping for air, a surge of confidence coursing through me. His gaze was locked on me with a desperate hunger. My hands wrapped around his length, taking long strokes as I glanced up at him, watching the way he unfolded for me.

He panted as he watched me, pressing his cock toward my mouth. My lips opened just enough to allow the head of him to slide through. A satisfied hum escaped me as I wrapped my tongue around it, his head tossing back again as his fingers in my hair gripped tighter.

“Shit, Noah. You’re doing so fucking good. Go deeper, baby, you can take it.”

The desire in his eyes drove my pulse higher, giving me the willpower to press him even farther down. A groan echoed in the small bathroom as he hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he gritted through his teeth.

He pulled out of my mouth, gripping my hair to hold himself up. His chest rose and fell as he tried to gain his composure. The brown in his eyes shined as he moved his hand from my hair to graze against my cheek. A storm churned low in my belly.

“Stand up,” he commanded. “As good as your mouth feels, I need to be inside you.”

He reached behind him, retrieving his wallet and opening it to fish out a condom. His eyes met mine for a moment, before his thumb traced my swollen bottom lip. He took the opportunity to place the edge of the wrapper in my mouth.

“Open it,” he said, placing it between my teeth. And once again, I obeyed, as if under his spell.

The foiled corner caught between my teeth, and with a gentle tip of my head, I ripped the edge away. He took the package from my mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he expertly moved it over himself.

“There’s my good girl. You listen so well, don’t you, peach?”

He grabbed my waist, spinning me around before he pressed his palm into the middle of my back. He lifted the fabric of my dress before he lined himself up to my entrance. The feel of his head teasing me sent shivers through my entire body.

His stare connected with mine through the mirror, dark and intense, as if waiting for something. Slowly he pressed in, inch by torturous inch. My head tossed back as he stretched me, his gaze locking onto where he pressed in before my eyes rolled back at the sensation of him. My breath hitched and my eyes fluttered shut involuntarily.

He halted his progression as his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and he leaned over my back. His other hand gripped my hip as he held himself there. “Eyes on me, peach,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl.

I hesitated, feeling the pressure building. Slowly, I forced my eyes open, meeting his in the mirror. The intensity of it made everything feel heavier, like the world was suspended between us, waiting for him to move.

His eyes were dark, intense, watching me as he slid in, slow and deliberate, each inch of him filling me with a mix of pleasure and longing. It was as if he was savoring every moment, drawing it out to make sure I felt every bit of him.

The touch, the pressure, it was everything but still not enough. He peppered kisses against my shoulder as his hips started to move. Every inch of him brought me farther away from this planet and into a black abyss of mind-numbing pleasure. I hardly remembered I was bent over a bathroom counter. His thrusts picked up as his grip on my neck shifted to the front of my throat, forcing my head back to connect with his in a devouring kiss.

Deep and urgent, it stole my breath as his movements continued—never slowing, never hesitating. Each move of his body was rhythmic, purposeful, like he couldn’t get enough. His hands gripped me tighter. He tasted like desire and desperation. Every brush of his lips sent sparks through me, making the world outside of us disappear.

His tongue intertwined with my own, full of desperate need. He started at my lips and then trailed down my throat, sending shivers through me. A breathy moan broke through the bathroom that I attempted to hold back. His hand tightened where it was wrapped around my neck with an intensity that made my pulse race.

His hand on my hip loosened to drift between my legs, rubbing into my clit as his thrusts turned frenzied, his control slipping the longer he stayed inside of me.

"Come for me, Noah. Come on my cock like the—"Thrust. "Good."Thrust. "Fucking."Thrust. "Girl."Thrust. "You are." He panted. “Look at you,” he growled. His eyes were tracing our movements. “You look so perfect like this.”

His words were the tipping point that sent me over the edge. My body shattered, tunnel vision creeping in, as a sound I couldn't control escaped my lips.

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