Page 118 of Double Fault

I grin, my face wet with her juices. “You squirted.”

“I … what?”

“Squir—”

“I heard you, but I… I didn’t think that was a real thing.”

“Believe it, baby.” I spread her legs, taking in her dripping center, and with a satisfied grin, I fist my cock and bring it to?—

“Shit. Condom.”

I have a few stashed in my suitcase on the other side of that locked door, but the last thing I want to do right now is leave.

She scrapes her nails down my abdominals and they flex in response. “You know I’m on birth control. You’re cute and all,” she laughs, “but I don’t want any little Noahs running around anytime soon.”

I can’t wipe the stupid smile off my face. “You think I’m cute?”

With an annoyed sigh, she shakes her head, causing her hair to fan out around her like a halo. “Of course that’s what you’d glean from that.”

“That and”—I glide a hand down her thigh and trace her entrance—“you’re giving me permission to fuck this sweet pussy bare again.”

She arches into my touch, causing my digits to sink into her an inch. “Stop playing and put your cock in me. Now.”

“Such a bossy little thing.”

Despite the tease, I don’t need to be told twice. So, eyes closed and teeth gritted—because it feels too damn good and after that stellar blowjob, I’m way too close to blowing my load prematurely—I ease into her.

She’s so wet that it takes all my strength not to rut against her.

When I’m fully seated, I stay there for a moment, soaking in the feel of her hot, slick, tight walls.

Legs wrapped around my waist and ankles hooked at my back, she rolls her hips and digs her nails into my ass, begging me for more.

“Sabrina,” I warn through gritted teeth.

“Noah,” she says with a smile.

Her sass sends a tingle up my spine. This woman.

I rock my hips slowly, taking my time, willing my racing heart to slow.

It’d be embarrassing if my death were caused by fucking a pussy bare.

When I no longer feel like I’m going to lose myself too early, I pick up my pace, driving into her harder. Faster.

Sabrina takes it like a fucking champ, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“This pussy was made for me,” I tell her, fingers denting the flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “See how you grip me? You’re mine.”

She bites her lip, holding back a moan, but with my thumb, I free the plump flesh from her teeth. “Don’t do that. Let me hear you. I deserve to hear what I do to you.”

She nods weakly.

I stretch over her and swipe a pillow, then stuff it under her hips.

“Jesus fuck,” I curse. The angle causes me to sink even deeper, and the way her tight, wet channel grips me as it pulsates is enough to make me lose control again. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

She clenches her core again. “Then come.”

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