Page 73 of The Girl I Once Loved

Noah reaches between us and unbuttons his pants, and then he rips away my tiny thong like it’s nothing.

I don’t care that I’ll have to go underwear shopping after this week. He can rip away as long as it leaves me feeling this good, every time.

His lips release my nipple and then he positions his wide crown at my opening, maintaining eye contact the entire time he’s pushing inside me. His hands hold my hips in place so I have no choice but to feel every glorious inch of him.

“Noah,” I cry out as I take him deeper.

“Fuck,” he groans as if he’s in physical pain. “You’re taking me so good.”

Another push and he’s flush against me. With this angle, I can barely breathe with how full I feel. Full of him.

It’s the best feeling on earth.

“Please fuck me,” I whimper.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he says roughly as he withdraws slightly before thrusting inside me hard. I whimper, and the sound seems to egg him on. His grip tightens on my hips and he starts fucking me with a desperate hunger…a hunger that echoes my own. Each impact reverberates through my entire body. His face is strained…determined as he pulls in and out.

His gaze catches on my breasts again, and he leans down to suck on my nipple while he continues to fuck in and out of me. Noah gives it a few more licks before his hand takes over, cupping and kneading my chest, his thumb teasing my sensitive nipples.

“You set the pace, sweetheart. Fuck me just how you want,” he urges as he stares down at me, his hand continuing to work magic on my breasts.

At this point, my legs are wrapped around his waist, his free hand holding me up by my ass.

His grip loosens and I start to ride him, using my legs to fuck myself on his perfect dick.

“That’s my girl. Use me. Fuck that tight pussy on my cock.”

His words, his dick…him…have me absolutely dripping, and I scream as I come, the pleasure almost violent, because it’s so good.

“Fuck,” Noah groans. But he doesn’t come. I’ve learned this week that, like in high school, his stamina is absolutely incredible.

I don’t want to think about how that is.

His mouth engulfs my nipple, sucking even harder as I start to work him in and out of me once again.

Every pass of his dick inside of me is exquisite torture, every nerve ending on fire. His cock rubs perfectly against my clit every time.

My hips thrust recklessly as he continues to mouth dirty words against my skin.

“Baby,” he rasps, before suddenly halting me in place. He catches my cries with a kiss and carries me over to my bed.

Noah hovers over me, his cock still firmly sheathed inside my core. He smooths sweaty hair from my face and places a soft kiss against my lips that has my heart squeezing in my chest.

It’s not supposed to feel this way.

It’s not supposed to feel like we’re drowning in each other.

Like we’re two halves of the same whole.

It’s not supposed to feel like we’re in love.

He spreads my knees wide, so I feel the stretch, before he pushes further inside. At this angle, it’s almost too much, and my head thrashes back and forth as I lose the ability to breathe.

“Breathe, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he growls as he pushes in and out of me. “You’re so fucking tight.”

His lips mold against mine, our breaths one as he moves.

“It’s too much,” I cry, a tear sliding down my cheek.

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