Page 69 of One Killer Night
Teasingly, my fingertips feather past his hips, blazing over his skin and making his stomach contract. The vein that protrudes from his Adonis belt to his dick pulses along with his cock as I lean forward, letting the warmth of my breath tickle over it.
I haven’t even drawn him into my mouth, and just the anticipation has his head falling back as he weaves his fingers through my hair.
“You have the most beautiful dick.” I smile up at him, closing my hand around it.
“Fuck,” he heavily exhales.
I slowly twist my hand down his impressive length and back up, letting my eyes roam his body, watching the way he quivers with each stroke.
Precum beads at the tip, so I roll my hand over it, using the wetness to jerk him off in front of me. God, I wasn’t lying when I said he was beautiful.
He’s perfectly balanced between length and thickness, with defined veins protruding under his smooth skin, leading to his lickable tip. The moment I think about it, I do it.
I run my tongue over the tip of his cock and under the ridge before taking him into my mouth.
“Oh fuck, baby,” Noah moans, but I want him in my mouth so badly that I’m impatient.
I hum around his dick, hollowing my cheeks as I suck and run my palms up his abs.
“Goldie . . . fuck . . . slow down.”
I can’t. I feel powerful. He’s panting, urging my head forward but telling me to slow because he wants to fuck me.
My head bobs as I whimper, feeling my clit throb. I’m sucking with urgency, taking him into my mouth as far as I can go, each time flattening my tongue to the underside of his cock.
I look up, but his eyes are closed as his lips fall open, his breath panting faster and faster.
“I wanna come in your mouth,” he says, so strained that it feels pained.
I hum my answer, “Mm-hmm,” gripping his waist and letting him move my head faster as he palms the back of my head.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good. Your mouth is fucking heaven.”
His breath is stuttered as I move, my own body rolling along with the motion, turned on by his pleasure.
“Baby ... baby ... baby,” he rushes out quickly before he steps back, stealing his cock from my mouth.
My mouth chases him as my body leans forward, but Noah reaches down and cups my underarms, hauling me off the floor to my feet. I’m deposited into the shower, barely able to catch my breath before I’m spun around, my breasts pressed to the steamy glass before I feel his cock at my entrance.
He thrusts inside, raising me to my tiptoes as I scream out in pleasure with his lips at my ear.
“Fuck.” We hold still, the sensation overwhelming. “Come with me, killer.”
I hear the showerhead being removed before he places it in my hand as clouds of humid air waft around, fogging up the glass even more.
Noah draws out from where my softness is clinched around him before he pushes back in. “Fuck yourself, now. Right now.”
I do as I’m told and aim the water at my clit, feeling my stomach immediately tighten. My reaction makes Noah growl as he pistons in and out of me, holding my body tightly to him, his chest pressed to my front.
Another gasp escapes me as I turn my head, my open mouth streaking the glass with a rush of air.
He’s fucking me too slowly. It’s torturous. He’s forcing himself to wait for me to catch up.
“Oh, Noah,” I mewl.
He cups my breast roughly with one hand in response. His other intertwines with my fingers and slides my palm up the glass, leaving a streak, until it’s above my head.
The feel of his lower stomach rolling into my ass as he fucks my pussy takes my breath away.
