Page 77 of The Girl I Once Loved

“Little stalker.”

She hums, a slight smile on her lips. “Who’s the one stalking who right now?”

I grin unrepentantly, because I do feel like her stalker since she’s come back into town. I just can’t stay away.

“Mine,” I growl, biting down on her neck almost savagely. She moans, and I grin against her skin because her body knows that truth even if her heart isn’t on the same page yet.

“I’m going to fuck you in here, baby. Make sure my cum is running down your thighs when we return to the table.” Just the thought of that has my cock rock hard in my pants.

Her eyes are wide and shocked as she stares up at me. She looks like a hot librarian today, her hair pulled pack in a prim bun, a tight pencil skirt running over her curves.

Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.

“I’m not sure that’s great for dinner conversation with your dad. ‘Oh, by the way, your son’s cum is running down my legs.’”

“I don’t see a problem with that,” I tell her innocently as I unbutton my jeans and stroke my length root to tip. Her gaze flicks from my hand to my face, like she’s not sure which one she likes better.

I feel the same way…I can’t decide what I want to fuck first. Those perfect lips, or that cunt that takes me so perfectly.

I want that ass too. But that can wait for another day.

I sink to my knees in front of her, pushing up her skirt as I do so. Her breath is coming out in gasps as she stares at me, a faint flush to her cheeks that tells me she’s just as turned on as I am.

I lick the dampened silk between her thighs, and she moans as I push her panties aside and trace my tongue through her folds, spearing it into her slit, taking in the delicious scent of her.

I’m so gone for this girl. I’ll never get enough. I groan as I lick and suck, massaging her clit as my fingers scissor into her. I could do this for hours…for days…I’ll never be tired of it.

Her core spasms around her fingers as she comes, and I give her one more long lick, trying to capture every drop of her essence.

It’s my favorite thing. And it’s only gotten better over time. I swear she’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted, and it’s all I can do to rise off my knees so my aching cock can get some relief.

I slide my dick through the soft heat of her sex, brushing against her clit. I watch her obsessively, like a man possessed, looking for every cue I can get to make sure that it’s the best experience possible. I push up her shirt, needing to get to those hot as fuck breasts. I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking at her rosy tip so she’s shuddering against me.

I should probably wonder how much of the restaurant can hear her cries, but I can’t get myself to care that much. I half-heartedly place my hand over her mouth though, knowing that while I won’t care—she will. At least once she’s past the orgasmic haze.

I leave her breasts wet and red from my tongue and teeth and then I push into her, inch by inch, until we’re completely sheathed together. It feels so fucking good.

For a second, I can’t think, I can’t breathe…all I can do is feel.

"You are mine," I growl. I don't think she understands how serious I am with that statement, but she’ll understand in time.

My fingers dig into her soft flesh as I lean back, watching my cock spread her open as I make little thrusts inside her.

A helpless noise leaves her throat, and I tremble as she clenches around me.

"So hot and tight around my cock, sweetheart.” My eyes close as I try to regain my composure, wanting this to last as long as possible…even with our family right outside.

When the chaos inside me has settled a little, I open my eyes, watching her closely as I pull out and thrust back in.

Her eyes are half lidded, her lips parted as she stares up at me. She’s making those sexy little noises that never cease to drive me crazy. Her hands grip the back of my neck, pulling me to her chest. I catch her nipple in my mouth, suckling and drawing it in with long hard pulls as I fuck into her.

Fuck, she’s literally strangling my cock.

"Yes, yes, yes," she pleads, her sweet voice needy and fueling me on. I give her nipple a parting nip and then I fist her hair, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss. My tongue dives in, licking her mouth in time with my hips.

"Come on, sweetheart. Come on my cock,” I breathe into her mouth.

"Harder, Noah."

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