Page 141 of Double Fault

I whimper, my pussy raw but still so damn needy.

Hands on his thighs, I lean back and roll my hips.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, cupping my breasts and brushing over my nipples with his thumbs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Look at you riding my cock like you own it.”

Another wave of heat washes through me. This man. If he doesn’t stop, his dirty talk alone will cause me to orgasm again.

“Your little pussy was made to take this cock, wasn’t it?” He licks and sucks at my left nipple before moving to the right. “You take it so good.”

Shuddering, I close my eyes. “Yes,” I pant.

He grips my face, his touch rough as he squeezes my lips together. “Yes, what?”

My eyes fly open, and I suck in a harsh breath. “Yes, I was made to take this cock.”

He grins, triumphant, and his thumb finds my clit. “Good girl.”

I whimper. “Noah. Too… it’s too much.”

“You can take it.” He works me up, right to the edge, and stops.

I cry out as the impending orgasm flutters away and squeeze my muscles around him.

Head thrown back, he curses.

“Payback is a bitch.”

“Payback?” He growls, straightening and clutching the globes of my ass. “I’ll show you fucking payback.”

He lifts me, his cock sliding out, slick with my arousal.

I squeal and try to cling to him, but before I can, he turns me around and lowers me to the chair so my chest is pressed into the fabric and I’m forced to turn my head to the side. With bruising intensity, he grips my hips and slams back into me.

I scream, fingers digging into the carpet on either side of the chair, my feet wobbling in my heels.

“Noah,” I gasp. “Oh my God.” My words dissolve into a garbled chant. “Right-fucking-yes-there-holy-shit. Oh-my-fucking-God-I-love-your-dick.”

His laugh is dark and dangerous.

“You’resofuckingdeep.” The words come out slurred together. “I can feel you in my throat.”

He grunts, the sound punctuated by a thrust. “Bet you can’t, but I’d be happy to deep throat that gorgeous mouth.”

I whimper over the very idea of it. “Mm-yes-maybe-later-if-I’m-still-alive.”

Fingers trembling against my hips, he ruts into me even harder.

“Yes-yes-yes,” I chant.

Without warning, a violent orgasm sweeps over me, and a scream tears from my throat. My core spasms and pulses, then wetness runs down my thighs.

“Holy shit,” Noah breathes. “You squirted all over my cock, baby. I’m fucking soaked.”

I think I respond, but I can’t be sure. Not when I’m having an out-of-body experience. I’m going to need approximately five business days to recover and a doctor’s note that sayssorry, Noah Baker fucked my brains out.

His moves have slowed, though he pumps into me with the same intensity, and half a dozen strokes later, he stiffens and holds me tighter, then, with a moan, he unleashes inside me, coming in pulses. When he’s spent, he drapes himself over my back, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together. He places kisses over every inch he can reach before lying down on the floor and pulling me on top of him.

“I’m not going to be able to move tomorrow.”

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