Page 74 of Seven Night Stopover

It wasn’t enough. He slid his fingers into her hair and tightened his grip. “Suck harder. Make my cock hurt.”

She hollowed her cheeks. He slammed into her mouth, hit the back of her throat. “God, yes!”

A smug look entered her eyes and she quickly established a rhythm, sucking him deep and hard. Sensation exploded all over his body. He began to shake. His balls tightened, and he gripped her harder.

Her nails dug in deeper, and he knew he was about to lose it. Not yet. Fuck no, not yet. “Hands behind your back and open your legs,” he barked. That she managed to obey without losing her rhythm blew his mind.

He retreated a half step, forcing her to lean forward, arch her back. He looked down at her ass, at the clear spank marks marring her skin, and his cock swelled thicker. She gagged and he cursed.

Quickly locating the button he needed, he pressed it. The powerful jet hit her pussy in a hot spray. She jerked wildly, and his cock slipped out of her mouth. Making a sound of distress, she twisted her head and caught him back with a sloppy, greedy pull, then doubled the pressure of her suction.

His free hand slammed against the wall. “Jesus. I’m so fucking grateful you’ve never done this to any other guy. Otherwise I’d have to hunt him down and destroy him.”

She sucked him relentlessly, eagerly, until he lost the ability to think straight. With a thick, guttural shout, he jerked into her mouth. Hot, thick and endless, he came like a damned freight train. And she took it all. Dear God, she swallowed every drop of semen like a champ. All without once taking her eyes off him.

He released her hair, noticed his hands—hell, his whole body—were shaking. He caressed her cheek, her neck, anywhere he could touch without moving too far and losing the balance in his kitten-weak legs.

“Leia. Jesus, you’re so damned near perfect.” He couldn’t speak above a croak.

She started to answer, then moaned, her hips moving in a series of helpless rolls. Watching her with her hands behind her back, legs wide open to the powerful spray of water, struggling not to come, re-energized him. Cracked the door to his fantasies wider.

He grabbed her arms and hauled her up. She was so close her whole body trembled. He contemplated just fucking her right there against the wall. But he wanted to make it good for her. And yes, he also wanted to test her boundaries a little bit more. Make her crazy with need the way she drove him over the edge with desire.

He carried her over to the smooth wooden bench and placed her in front of it. “Bend over. Lay your cheek against the seat. Hands behind your back.”

Another wild tremble, followed by compliance. He trailed his hand down her back to her ass, then lower to her crease. She was soaking wet, slick, silky and hot. He smacked her pussy and she cried out.

“Does that hurt?” he demanded.

“Y… yes.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“What do you want?”

“More. I want more, please.” He gave her more until her cries smashed into one another, her legs shaking as she struggled to stay upright.

Then he sank down and kissed her raging-hot sex, soothing her with his tongue. He pushed his tongue inside her, and she clenched hard around him.

“Don’t come.”

“I can’t… hold it.”

“Yes, you can.”

He crouched next to her and looked into her flushed, beautiful face. Her mouth was open, gasping in desperate breaths. He trailed his fingers down her cheek. “Do you trust me? Not with everything outside this time and place, but right here, right now. Do you trust me to take care of you?”

“Yes.”

His chest tightened, and his jaw clenched against an emotion he hadn’t been aware of as it trawled through him. Doubt. He’d been afraid he would fail, that she would reject him if he took things too far.

“Noah?”

He blinked. “Yeah.”

“I need you. Don’t let her get in your head.”

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