Page 104 of Double Fault

With more ease than seems humanly possible, he holds me tight and stands. Before I know it, we’re out of the tub and dripping on the bathmat. I’d be annoyed with his athletic prowess if I didn’t need him so desperately.

He carries me to the bed and lays me down, instantly soaking the sheets.

“Look at these pretty brown nipples.” He hovers over me, sucking one into his mouth. When he pops off and moves to theother, he groans. “All of you. So fucking pretty. Spread those legs for me, baby.”

My legs fall open of their own accord. Normally, I’d feel shy beneath such intense scrutiny. With him, I feel nothing but powerful. Especially when, cock in hand, he drops to his knees and buries his head between my thighs.

I slap a hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds. I’ve never been super vocal during sex, but Noah Baker knows how to fuck and his tongue knows its way around a pussy.

Fingers buried in his hair, I tug roughly on the strands. When I roll my hips in time with his movements, he growls his approval. Looping his arms around my thighs, he pulls me even closer to the edge of the bed. Then he’s sucking roughly on my clit, pulling a scream from deep inside me. He follows the move by gently lapping at my folds. I whimper, and the heat in my belly coils tighter. When he returns his attention to my clit, it ignites into true flame. He nips and sucks at the sensitive bud until I’mright thereat the edge. Rather than send me hurtling over it, he backs off, and the orgasm that was just a breath away flees. Before I can be too disappointed, though, he’s at it again, tugging me back up that hill, forcing me closer and closer to the release I so desperately want.

Again, an instant before I’m engulfed in a wave of relief, he backs off.

This time I shout in frustration. “Noah.”

The bastard just laughs. “Patience. Be a good girl for me, Curls.”

“You are infuriating.” I slam my fists into the mattress.

He works me to the edge again, and when I’m certain he’ll back off once more, he proves me wrong by doubling down and launching me over the cliff. The orgasm shatters through me, so intense that I think I black out for a moment. When I open my eyes, he is standing over me, foil packet in hand.

My body is already spent, my muscles like limp noodles, but I don’t want him to stop.

He rolls the condom down his thick length, then cages me in, a hand planted on either side of my head, and captures my lips in a languid kiss. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he whispers as he guides himself to my entrance. When he eases into me, I gasp at the intrusion, my flesh more sensitive than normal.

“Fuck.” He grinds out the word between clenched teeth. “So fucking tight. Fuck, baby.”

With his thumb on my clit, he rolls it in gentle circles, coaxing me, encouraging me to relax my internal muscles. When he’s finally seated, he rocks his hips slowly against me. My body is still super sensitive from the edging, and within minutes, I’m balancing on the precipice again.

“Noah.” I grip his bicep. “I… I’m already close.”

“Good.” He thrusts harder and works my clit faster, and almost instantly, an orgasm washes over me.

I’m still shaking with aftershocks when he pulls out of me, rolls me over, and props a pillow under my hips. He’s back inside me before the orgasm has fully faded away. The way the thick ridges of his cock massage my internal walls is almost too much. I reach behind me, nails scratching against his thighs, but he doesn’t slow.

“Noah,” I beg, turning my head on the mattress so I can see him. “It’s too much.”

“You can take it. Fuck, you take it so good. So fucking hot, baby. Hold on.” His hips falter. “Let me grab my phone.”

“I—what?”

He leans over me, reaching for the phone he must have tossed onto the bed earlier.

Upright again, he fucks into me, establishing a rhythm, all while fiddling with the device.

Is he… Is he taking a picture? My cheeks heat at the realization, but before I can say anything, he’s holding the phone out so I can see it.

No. Not a picture.

It’s a video. You can’t see my face or any defining features. Instead, it’s a close-up shot from behind as he fucks me, and holy shit. Itishot. My core tightens in response to the image, and he groans.

“It’s turning you on even more, isn’t it?”

I nod, a small whimpering cry escaping my lips.

With one hand gripping my hip, he taps the screen again. Another wave of heat engulfs me at the lascivious sight. I grind against him, seeking more friction. But he pulls the phone back, out of sight, and I mewl in protest and glare at him over my shoulder.

He chuckles darkly. “Patience, baby.”

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