Page 61 of Who's Saving You
She clears her throat, her eyes flicking to me before she reaches around and undoes her bra, letting it fall and uncovering the most perfect full fucking tits I’ve ever seen in my life. “Is this better?”
I curse under my breath, gripping my dick tighter. “Don’t move.” I step into the bathroom, digging through the cabinet, and find a box of condoms, thanking the full-service hotel staff in my head. I’m walking back in and opening the foil packet, rolling it on as she adjusts herself on the pillows. I lay down on the bed again, between her legs, giving her another lick right up the center of her.
She gasps. “Nik?—”
I look up from between her legs, smirking. “Yes, darling?”
Her eyes flash. “Shut up and make yourself useful.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” I murmur, sliding her thighs open wider. “I’m about to become your favorite utility player.”
She laughs breathlessly, and then her head hits the pillow as I go down on her again, all teasing forgotten. She tastes like heat, sugar, and something I’ll never get enough of. I lick and bite, I add a finger and suck some more. She writhes beneath me, and when she finally comes, again, she reaches back and grabs the headboard like it might keep her from floating away. I kiss my way back up her body and slide into her, slow and deep.
She gasps, legs tightening at the intrusion. I slowly pump my hips, thumbing her nipples as I slide in and out, loosening her up. “Breathe, let me in, babe.” She exhales, and her head falls to the side. “Fuck, just like that. See what I do to you?”
Her mouth forms an ‘oh,’ and I’m able to slide in deeper.
“You’re cocky.”
“You like it.”
“I hate it,” she lies.
“I’m pretty sure your body disagrees with you. Your pussy is squeezing the shit out of me.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “You’re so?—”
“Irresistible?” I offer.
She groans and smacks my chest lightly. “God, shut up andmove.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her eyes widen as I thrust harder. “Was that an age joke?”
I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head as I pick up the pace. “Just try to keep up.”
And before she can reply, I slam into her hard, needing to be so deep I’m about to lose my mind.
She matches my needs, and we fall into a rhythm, rough, then slow and soft, then rough again. Her nails score down my back, and I swear I want the marks. I want everything.
Every smart-ass retort, every sigh, every gasp.
“Nik,” she breathes out, arms above her head, arching her back, offering her tits to just me. I sit back on my heels, grab her waist, and hold her tight as I slide into her over and over.
I’m panting, “What do you need, moró?Pes mou.”
She reaches down and rubs her clit. The sight of her head thrown back, eyes shut tight as she moans my name is something I’ll never forget.
“I need more,” she breathes out and grabs her breasts.
I slow my hips and pull out. A low laugh rumblesthrough me as she pins a glare on me. I hold her stare as I spit onto her pussy, rubbing it over her clit before giving her one good smack.
“Nik!” she yells.
I pinch her clit and slide back in, rubbing her as I thrust deep. “Come for me, Noelle. Right now. I can’t hold on much longer.”
She turns her head to the side, not looking at me. “More.”
