Page 79 of So Steady

She pulled him closer. Her pussy pressed up against his bare cock and she smiled. “I want you to do me like last time.”

The memories almost had him bite through his tongue. He reached for his jeans and swore. “No condom.” He’d considered slipping one into his pocket but that felt fucking presumptuous. Now they were screwed. “Do you have any?”

“No.” Disappointment blazed across her face and then her eyes narrowed. Her small, cool hand wrapped around his cock. “Noah…?”

Stupid. Bad idea. The date of his vasectomy loomed before his eyes. This was exactly why he needed one, situations like this. “Can’t fuck you raw.”

“I know,” she said, sounding tortured.

But despite their agreement, the head of his cock was rubbing up against her slit, toying with what they shouldn’t do. He reached down, guiding her movements. She moaned whenever he brushed her clit, clutching his shoulders. The streaks on her cheeks looked like war paint, her mouth was red as blood.

“Please,” she moaned. “Please?”

Henever…heshouldn’t…but this was Nicole DaSilva begging for him. What the fuck was he supposed to do? He slid his cock to her opening, his brain buzzing, his mind on nothing but how she’d feel around him. He spit in his palm and slicked it along the length of his cock. “You want it?”

“Yes.Please.”

There was no subtlety in what came next. He shoved his cock inside her like a soldier planting a flag, showing what he owned, what he’d fought for. She gasped as he stretched her wide, arching her back, trying to get more. “Noah…you’re sobig.”

He gritted his teeth. She felt like heaven, and stuff like that was only going to end it way too early. He needed her to make a lot less noise. He picked up his t-shirt, pulling the opening over her head.

“What are you doing?” Her voice was muffled, but he could hear her excitement as he covered her face. “Keep quiet. Keep quiet and get fucked.”

She whimpered, pushing back on his cock. He bound the t-shirt around her chin in a loose knot she could tear off if she needed to get free. Her moan made a fucking animal out of him. He pushed deep, gripping like he never wanted to let go. He knew it couldn’t get her off, but he couldn’t slow down. They needed more time for that. More time and a room that wasn’t the place she used to fuck her ex. The thought got him so pissed, he spanked her already reddened ass. “Say my name.”

She shuddered, her cunt tightening around him. “Noah!”

He’d semi-gagged her but now all he wanted to do was hear her talk. “Louder.”

“Noah!”

He fucked her for a furious minute, watching her writhe and grind against him, breathing hard against his t-shirt.

“Feel good?”

She nodded, his t-shirt swaying around her face.

“Tell me it feels good. Tell me it’s the best you’ve ever had.”

“It’s the best, it feels so, so good.”

But it wasn’t the same, having her parrot his own words back to him. He slid out, patting her hips. “Get on your back.”

Nicole nodded furiously. “You want me.”

His smile became something altogether soppy because it was part brag and all revelation. Somehow, in fucking her bareback with a t-shirt on her head, she finally understood he was into this as much as she was. More. His chest throbbed, touched in some indefinable way. He gritted his teeth. “Close your eyes and take my dick. I want you to come.”

He moved between her legs, hands pressed to the floor above her shoulders. He fucked her as slow as he could without busting, dragging himself in and out—thinking about football, about Monet. Even, when she drew tight and slippery around him, The Rangers.

“Noah,” she whispered.

God, it was fucking corkscrews not to come. “Yes, baby?”

She shook her head from side to side, her teeth sank into her lip.

“Gonna come?”

She nodded, making his t-shirt slip so he could see her flushed cheeks.

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