Page 116 of Even Exchange

“Then take me,” she begs.

“I want to touch every inch of your skin.”

“Please do.”

“I want to taste you.”

“Then shut up and do it already,” she pleads desperately, and the dress is shoved up, my mouth on her cunt.

Gripping her waist, I hook her legs over my shoulders, slamming her back against the door, which rattles once more. Soft moans escape her as I flick my tongue on her clit, drowning myself in her pretty pussy. A supernova of sweetness. Even better than last time.

I hum against her, unable to stop myself as my hard dick makes my suit pants even tighter. She grips my hair, whimpering, and I place soft kisses along her inner thighs. “This dress needs to go,soffione.”

She unzips it, tugs it off and over her head, and tosses it behind me. Something falls with a crash but I’m too preoccupied with her to care.

“Non fermarmi mai,” I mumble against her. “Per favore, non mi stoppare mai.” ?2

She whimpers. “If you keep speaking Italian, I’m going to come in seconds.”

“Ah sì?”A thrill rushes through me.“Ti piace quando ti parlo in italiano?”?3

“Noah,” she pleads as I thrash my tongue against her, only coming up for air to torture her again.

“Vorrei essere dentro di te,” I groan, gripping her thigh tightly.

“Tell me that in English or we stop.”

No fucking chance.“I wish I was inside of you.”

She gasps, taking a pause. “Then what are you waiting for?”

I freeze. “I don’t have a condom.”

Why the fuck didn’t I bring a condom?

“Just pull out when you’re close,” she says breathlessly. “I’ve done it plenty of times.”

I shove away the jealousy, rememberinghe’sbeen inside of her. Bare. But I haven’t, other than a quick teasing session.Yeah, that pisses me right the fuck off.

The need to claim her is overwhelming.

I drop her to the ground and pin her naked body against the door, bringing my lips to her ear. “Are you sure?”

“Remember what you said to me the first night? That you fantasized sliding into me bare? Feeling my ‘tight little pussy’ get you off?” Her fingers dance along my neck, clouding my mind.

“As if I could forget my favorite fantasy,” I say with a quick breath, my cock throbbing.

“Let’s bring it to life so you don’t have to wonder anymore.”

“Are you drunk?” I ask, struggling for my own sobriety. Not from alcohol, but from her. She fucking intoxicates me. Keeping my thoughts straight is impossible. Especially when she undoes my belt buckle and pants, nudging them down, along with my boxer briefs, and they drop to the floor.

“Only on you,” she says, wrapping her fingers around my cock, and I groan as she slides her hand up and down the shaft. “Fuck, you’re so hard.”

“Of course I am,” I growl. “Have you seen yourself? It’s a miracle we made it out of the hotel room.”

She tugs me towards her and places her hands on my shoulders. I grip her hips, lifting her so our centers are aligned, and she swipes my dick between her until I’m drenched, pressing against her entrance. Her warm breath ghosts my mouth. “Kiss me, Noah.”

Our lips collide. Hungry. Desperate. As my need for her intensifies, she moans, and I grip her ass, tugging her towards me. My tip slips inside, and I gasp for air.

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