Page 140 of Double Fault

Though I writhe and heat pools low in my belly, Ihumph. “That hurt.”

“Don’t mock me, then.” He smooths his hand over the skin he just roughened. “God, look at you. So pretty and all mine.” Slowly, he grazes the backs of my thighs with his fingertips, then finds my core. He strokes my sensitive clit a few times before slipping in just an inch.

I wiggle backward, desperate for more.

Instead, I receive another smack.

“Bastard.”

Chuckling darkly, he moves in closer, and just when I think he’s going to lap at my folds, he bites my butt cheek. The slight pain that radiates from the sharp pinch is joined by a wave of pleasure.

Fuck.

Sitting back on his haunches, he assesses his handiwork and groans.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.”

Before I can tease him for being cheesy as fuck, he shoves two fingers into my core and curls them, using his thumb to rub my clit at the same time.

“Holy shit.” My hands shake against the glass and when he adds his tongue, I’m certain I’ll melt into a puddle at his feet.

“Come on, baby,” he croons, pumping his fingers. “I know you’re almost there. This sweet pussy is milking my fingers. You want my cock, don’t you? But not yet.”

When the orgasm hits, my legs wobble. The stilettos make the reaction that much more violent.

Noah holds me up with one arm wrapped around my stomach. Fabric rustles behind me, then his pants touch my overly sensitive skin. Before the aftershocks have fully faded, he slams into me, and instantly, I crest another wave. This orgasm makes my vision go spotty, and for a moment I worry I’ll pass out.

He’s going to kill me.

Death by orgasm.

What a way to go.

At least I’ll die happy.

“You’re not going to die,” he grits out.

Oops. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Without slowing his movements, he hikes his leg up onto the chair beside us. The change in his position allows him to hit the perfect space deep inside me, and with each stroke, I’m wound tighter once more.

“You’re so fucking pretty taking my cock like a good girl.”

“Mm,” I whimper, face pressed to the glass.

“You’re fucking soaked, baby.” He presses his chest to my back, the heat of him there in complete juxtaposition to the cool glass at my front, and presses gentle kisses at my nape, then down my back. “You’ve fucking ruined me. Do you realize that?”

I reach back and clutch him, my nails dig into his thigh. “Don’t stop. I’m close.”

It seems impossible that I’m on the verge of another orgasm. The only conclusion I can draw is that Noah has a magic dick and fingers.

His grip on my hips is bruising, but it only serves to ramp up my need.

“Almost—fuck,” I curse as I go over the edge.

When I come back down from the high, he drops into the chair, spinning me and bringing me with him so I’m straddling his lap. In one smooth thrust, he’s back inside me.

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