Page 105 of Double Fault

He pushes the record button again, holding the device in one hand and spreading my cheeks wider with his other. When he presses his thumb against my asshole, a thrill courses up my spine. I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. It’s not entirely unpleasant, but I’m not sure about it either.

He pushes more firmly, breaching that tight ring of muscle just a little.

“Relax,” he croons.

At first, my body doesn’t seem to recognize the word, but with a deep breath in and back out, I will my muscles to loosen. And then it starts to feelgoodand I no longer have to think about relaxing, I just do. He works me until I’m a writhing mess. Then, when I’m on the cusp of another orgasm, he abruptly stops. With a whimper, I drop my face against the soft white sheet.

He chuckles darkly.

He’s fucking edging me again. The audacity of this man.

His phone beeps, signaling that he’s stopped the recording. Then he tosses it to the bed beside me so I can see the video.

God, why do I find this all so hot?

Just when I’m close to coming again, he pulls out and flips me onto my back. He adjusts the pillow beneath my hips and buries himself to the hilt.

“So deep,” I gasp, fingers sliding along his abs in a futile effort to cling to something that’ll keep me grounded to this place and this time. “You’re ruining me.” I practically whimper the three words.

His eyes are dark, intense, his voice deep and steady. “Good. This way you’ll always remember that no one else can fuck you the way I can.”

He curls himself over me and laps at my nipple, then sucks it into a stiff peak. When he’s satisfied, he moves to the other.

With a grunt, he reaches for the phone again. This time he presses his thumb into my clit and gets a close-up shot of where we’re joined.

“Noah,” I whimper and spasm around him. “I’m going to?—”

He stops the recording, tosses the phone across the bed, and slams a hand over my mouth, strokes slowing.

“Don’t you fucking dare. You’re going to come when I do.”

“I’m close,” I moan, the words muffled behind his hand.

“I’m almost there.” He slams his hips into mine, harder than before, ensuring that I’ll be sore tomorrow.

It’ll be worth it.

Without slowing, he removes his hand from my mouth, and I scream his name, back arching, eyes squeezed shut.

The orgasm slams through me, rattling me to the bones. I can’t tell whether I’m sweating from exertion or still wet from our bath. All I know is I’m damp everywhere. My body shakes as he wraps his around me, fucking me harder, faster. His breaths are harsh, his touch almost too much against my sensitive skin.

He thickens inside me, then abruptly, his body goes rigid. Then he’s coming too.

“Sabrina.” He breathes my name into the skin between my breasts. “This pussy is going to be the death of me. Oh my God.”

If I could laugh, I would, but my energy is completely spent.

We lie in a tangle of limbs for long moments, our breaths creating their own symphony. I’m not sure where I end and he begins. Eventually, he pulls out of me and gets rid of the condom.

I’m still trying to gain control of my breathing when he picks me up gently, pulls the covers back, and lays me down once more.

He presses a kiss to my forehead. The contrast between his gentleness now and the rough, primal way he fucked me is stark. Fucking my brains out to kissing my forehead. Noah Baker is nothing short of baffling.

Without a word, he slots in behind me, holding my naked body tightly against his.

And within minutes, I fall into the best, dreamless sleep I’ve ever experienced.

CHAPTER 28

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