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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Tank
Showering wasn’t as bad as I had anticipated. The more I moved around the less stiff I felt and the pain in my side had eased a bit. I could have washed myself, but when you have a hot, naked woman wanting to do it for you, you take advantage of that shit. And there was no denying how her touch affected me.
“You missed some,” I said dipping my chin down to my rock hard cock.
“Oh, did I?” she asked with a sexy as fuck gleam in her eyes. The very same one that had freaked me out the first time I saw it. But now that I knew what it meant, I wanted to see her look at me all the time with that special sparkle that was just for me.
Her fingers closed around my cock and a hissed breath rushed out of my lungs. Damn, I couldn’t believe I’d gone so long without sex. But then again, I never remembered it feeling as good as it felt with Dya. Her hand slid up and down my shaft slowly, drawing out the feeling in my balls every time she lightly twisted her fingers around my crown. My mouth met hers in a hungry kiss as she continued to stroke me. Fuck, it felt so good and I was about to come in her hand like a damn teenager.
Gripping the back of her hair, I pulled her face back. Her heavy-lidded eyes looked up at me with desire swirling in them. I spun her around and pushed her up against the wall. My eyes raked over her back and stopped to take in her luscious ass. My fingers danced down her spine then between her thick globes until I felt her desire for me coating my hand as I cupped her pussy.
“So wet for me, Angel,” I breathed against her skin before I kissed and nipped the tender flesh on her shoulder. “I need you,” I growled into her ear.
A low moan escaped her lips as she rocked against my fingers, her ass pushed so far out like she was begging for my cock.
Not wasting any more time, I withdrew my fingers and lined myself up with her drenched pussy. It took everything I had in me to hold back, but I somehow managed to do so as I slowly pushed myself all the way into her. Once I was fully seated, she let out the sexiest, desperate moan.
I loved her deep voice. It was rough and dark, just like her. Every time she talked it was like it vibrated through my whole body, lighting up my veins with a fire that was out of control.
Her hands slapped on the wall in an attempt to brace herself. I pulled back slowly, loving the way she clamped onto my cock as if she didn’t want me to leave. But I wasn’t going anywhere, it felt too fucking good. I wrapped one arm around her and pinched her nipple as I held up her shaking body.
“Oh shit,” I hissed feeling her wetness drip down my balls.
Damn, I love how turned on she got by me. I couldn’t say for certain, but I had a pretty good idea she’d never gotten as good as this. And that wasn’t my ego talking. No, the way her body begged for it, craved it, and the way she fell apart for me was enough proof. Then there was the look, the one I’d be seeing soon enough. The one that said I was everything. That sexy haze that filled her eyes after she came for me that shined like the brightest star.
“That’s it, Angel. Let go for me,” I whispered in her ear as my hand snaked down her stomach and began to rub her swollen nub.
Her head turned to the side and I wasted no time capturing her lips and sliding my tongue over hers. I swallowed down each of her moans as I felt the tingle work its way up the base of my spine. I thrust into her harder and harder as I felt my balls draw up.
“Come,” she demanded as her mouth ripped away from mine.
And hell if I didn’t listen. My head tipped back and I roared to the damn ceiling as I pumped everything I had into her tight pussy. Her walls quaked and milked me until I had nothing left.
“Noah,” she moaned out as she coated my cock with her cream.
“Fuck,” I panted as I slid out of her heat and turned her around to face me.
My arms wrapped around her as I leaned down to passionately kiss her. There was nothing better than her lips on mine. Okay, well there was one thing better…but that wasn’t the point right now.
I broke away, needing to shut that train down before I got hard again. The things that woman did to me were un-fucking-real.
“I love you,” I whispered, my forehead resting against hers, our noses touching, and our heavy breaths mingling.
“I know,” she said as she brought her hand up and ran her fingers through my beard. I barked out a laugh and her eyes widened in shock.
“Did you just fuckin’ quote Han Solo?” I asked shaking my head with amusement.
Her head tilted to the side and the most adorable confused expression crossed her face. Then it hit me, she had no fucking idea what I was talking about.
“You live in your own little world, don’t you?” I asked, already knowing the answer. She lifted her shoulder in a half-shrug. “You don’t know whatStar Warsis?
“Nope, sorry,” she said in a not-so-regrettable tone. First chance I got, I was going to fix that whether she wanted to or not. No woman of mine was going to be clueless about that shit.
Woman of mine.
Damn, it felt right thinking about it. Yeah, there was no denying it now. She was my damn woman.
