Page 20 of My Curvy Puck

The full feeling inside me has my breathing all over the place. I’m gasping for breath, but I want it again.

“Yes, fuck me…” I demand.

Noah thrusts deep again. A thumb drapes over my nipple and it’s like a rod of lightning hits my belly and shoots down to my core. He thumbs it again and without even realizing, my fingers are circling my clit while he’s fucking me.

“Oh, baby… Come for me… Come for me, baby…’ Noah demands, his eyes now hungry.

He pushes harder inside me, and I can feel it coming. A ball of fire is ignited and it’s growing. His dick is long and hard inside of me, but it’s smooth as it glides with deepening exploration. I rub myself, the feeling of the top of his dick turning me on even further as a circle myself.

And then everything seems to happen all at once. Noah crashes down, his hardness tensing. His stubble grazes my neck as he nuzzles in, biting down as his hips jerk in rapid movements. The fireball grows inside of me, but it’s moving. It’s going down… Down…

“OHHHHHH!!!”

“Yes! Oh, fuck… FUUUUCKKK!”

It takes me a second to open my eyes.

My chest is heaving.

My heart is beating rapidly.

There’s a warmth oozing from my exhausted pussy.

I glance to my side. Noah’s laying there. He’s not blinking as his chest rises up and down. He’s staring up at the ceiling almost as if he’s another world away.

I gulp down.

Shit. Did I do it wrong? Was I really bad at it? That wasn’t bad, though… Was it?

After another minute or two of silence, I can’t take it anymore. I roll to my side and catch Noah’s eyes. They’re tired. Exhausted.

“Is everything ok?” I ask, feeling about as big as a pea.

Am I being needy? Is this the after-sex hormones that I’ve heard about coming through? But he’s just laying there. He hasn’t said a word since… Well, since you know…

“Babe?” I push again, this time poking a finger into his ribs.

“Yeah, yeah… Everything’s fine.” Noah twitches against my poking finger. He rolls to his side and faces me. But as he does, a weird expression pulls at his lips, lifting them up on one side, but remaining steady on the other. “Hazel… I…”

Oh, great. This is the part where he makes some dumb excuse and runs out. I’ll never see him again.

“I… I’m… I’m in love with you.”

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