Page 12 of The Sins of Noelle

She squeezes her eyes shut as she gives me a brisk nod.

"Say it. Ask me to fuck you in the ass," I smirk.

She licks her lips, a shudder going down her back as I continue to stroke her ring of muscles with the head of my cock.

"Please," she whispers.

"Beg me," I echo her words from before.

"Please, Raf. You can do anything to me. Anything," she pleads, her glossy eyes making contact with mine.

I don't know what it is that I see in her gaze, but it makes me fucking livid. One moment I'm playing with her, the next I grab her hips as I thrust into her.

Her muscles are tight and unused to such an invasion, seeking to keep me out at every turn. She thrashes against the desk, her small hands clenched into fists as she breathes harshly in and out.

In another life, I would have been more gentle. I would have asked her if she was alright, going slow to let her accommodate to the sensation.

Now? I want her to feel every single thing. I want her to know who's fucking her and to remember it long after I'm gone from her body—long after I'm gone from her life.

"Ah," she yelps, holding tight to the desk as I bury my cock inside of her in a way I'd never done before.

"Fuck," I mutter in a low tone.

I take a deep, stabilizing breath in an effort to keep myself in check. She's so fucking tight, she's squeezing the life out of me. And as I surge forth until I'm buried to the hilt inside her ass, I can't help the loud groan that escapes me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She's breathing equally harshly, her cheek fitted to the cold table as sweat beads on her forehead before she turns away from me.

Gripping her hips, I withdraw almost all the way before thrusting again, establishing a rhythm for the both of us.

Noelle is quiet, holding on to the table as she keeps herself utterly still—letting me have my way with her completely.

Yet the more I fuck her, the more I realize something is wrong.

Despite her verbal confirmation that I can do anything to her, she's not in the least an active participant.

I slow down as I watch for her cues, something clutching at my heart.

Releasing my bruising hold on her hips, I move my hands higher, caressing her skin and feeling her flinch.

"Noelle…" I whisper.

"Don't stop," she murmurs in a dead voice. "Don't you dare stop, Raf," she grits out.

I frown at her vehemence just as she pushes herself back onto my cock.

"Fuck me," she demands.

I hesitate for a second, something niggling at my conscience. But as I see her renewed attempts to get me to move, I give her what she wants, pushing into her again and fucking her harder, faster and so fucking deep my entire cock is enveloped by her warmth and tightness.

The sensation is entirely foreign but it feels so good I can no longer delay my release—not when every clench of her muscles has me fighting for my sanity.

Biting back a moan, I hold her tighter to me as I shoot my load into her ass, my breathing too erratic just like my mind flies for me in the face of this euphoria.

Yet it's when the haze clears off my mind that I finally see the truth.

A low sound penetrates the air, and as I turn her to face me, I see the truth.

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