Page 110 of Double Fault

He leans into my hand like a cat desperate for more affection. I almost expect him to purr.

“We need to stop.”

“I know.” Eyes open, he zeroes in on my face. “But I can’t seem to quit you.”

He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh.

“Noah.”

The single word is a plea. Whether I’m begging him to continue or to stop is anyone’s guess.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He holds my attention, daring me to look away. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

My inability to respond brings a satisfied smile to his too-handsome-for-his-own-good face.

“You can’t, can you, baby? You’re as bad off as I am.”

I wish I could say I didn’t want him. But I’ve never been as attracted to another man as I am to Noah. Even when he gives me severe whiplash. To some extent, I understand where he’s coming from. He has a stressful job. He lost his wife. He’s navigating life as a single dad. But none of that excuses the wayhe can turn on me so easily. None of that makes the unsteadiness between us okay.

“Please, Sabrina. Let me lick this pussy. I need it.” His eyes are dark with desire, reflecting the light of the moon. That look, the pure hunger in his expression, makes me weak. The pained way he saysI need itreally shakes my crumbling resolve.

“What about cameras?”

“What about them?” he challenges. “I can see your pulse pounding in your throat. Fight me all you want, baby, but you want me just as badly as I want you.”

Instead of answering him with words, I hook a finger under my panties and bottoms and pull them aside, exposing my bare pussy.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Look at you. So pretty and wet for me.” He loops his arms around my thighs, pulling my butt to the edge of the pool and making me yelp.

The first lick of his tongue has me dropping to my elbows and throwing my head back.

“You can be so sour, but this pussy? It’s always sweet.” He licks and sucks at my clit, then parts my folds with his tongue.

“Noah” I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood. “Oh, God.”

He’s somehow both controlled and wild in the way he sucks at my sensitive flesh. I grasp his hair, needing something to hold on to so that I don’t melt into the concrete surrounding the pool.

He’s devouring my pussy like it’s a meal from a Michelin-star-worthy restaurant and he wants to make sure the plate is licked clean.

My hips rock against his face of their own accord.

“Ride my face, baby.” He gives the inside of my thigh a slap. “Show me how much you love how I eat this pussy.”

I should probably be embarrassed. I came out here to sulk about him, annoyed by his behavior, after all. And now I’m letting him eat me out. But is itreallymy fault?

Noah Baker could win a pussy-eating championship.

There should be trophies for such a feat. He might be in a better mood if he’d earned one of those today.

He places a gentle kiss on my clit, and instantly, I find myself shaking, on the verge of an orgasm.

“That’s right, baby.” He grins. “Come on my face.” Diving back in, he licks me from opening to clit. Then he sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth. That’s all it takes to send a wave crashing over me. Lost in the throes of an orgasm, I clench around nothing, desperate for his cock to fill me.

I have to stop doing this. I have to stop being so weak for him.

But not tonight.

Tonight I need more.

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