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IT:Cazzo- EN: Fuck

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CHARLOTTE

Noah’s eyes swim with lust, instilling a sense of pride in me I didn’t think possible. His mouth hovers above my panties, and I know I’m soaked for him. Hopefully he doesn’t mind.

Come on. Be confident.

He sits on his heels, eyes stuck on me as he drags his hands along my sides, resting them on the hem. He dips one hand below the side of the material and grips my thigh with the other. Butterflies swarm in my stomach. His eyes flicker with indecision, and as he’s encouraging confidence, I reach my hand down, dipping below the fabric. Hopefully he likes this.

Noah’s eyes darken as I swipe between my thighs. “Don’t stop touching yourself,” he growls, grabbing the lace and tugging it off my body.This seems like a good sign.Cool air dances across my skin, a reminder of just how much Noah Caruso is seeing of me tonight.

He crawls back between my legs, face hovering over my center, and his hungry gaze connects with mine.He’s so damn hot.Shivering at the attention, I graze my clit with my thumb and whimper. “Fuck, Charlotte.” His eyes drop down to my hand, and he lets out a low growl. “Shit.”

My muscles tense, and I pause my movements.Did I already do something wrong?“What?”

“You’re soaked,” he pants, eyes glued between my legs. “Can’t wait to taste you.”I release a sigh of relief as he nudges my hand to the side and lowers his head directly above my aching center. His eyes connect with mine. “Can I?”

My lip curls upwards at his consistent concern for my consent. “Noah,” I say gently. “You don’t need to keep asking if I’m okay with this. I amsookay with everything happening here.”More than.

He chuckles, eyes darkening. “Message received.”

Without breaking our gaze, he darts out his tongue, swiping across my clit.

A moan escapes me as I grip his hair. “Oh my.” He flicks his tongue against a sensitive spot, and I buck off the bed, unable to relax my anxious body. “Sorry,” I mumble. But how can I relax when Noah Caruso is buried face-deep between my thighs?

“Don’t apologize,” he murmurs. “Be wild for me, baby.”

Baby.

There go those damn butterflies again. I try to put them back in their cage—remind them this is fake—but it’s a lost cause as they whirl around my stomach, making it their permanent home.

Noah continues his torment, and his stubbled jaw rubs against my thighs, my body trembling.Is this really happening?My heart pounds so rapidly I worry I’ll go into cardiac arrest. But honestly, death by orgasm seems like the way to go.

A flick of his tongue over my sweet spot, and another wave of pleasure racks through me.

I’ve been missing out.

Jonathan certainly wasn’t afraid to ask for oral, but he rarely went down on me.

Another swipe from Noah’s tongue brings me back to the present as he drags a finger between me. “You taste like heaven, Charlotte.” I squirm beneath him as he slides one finger inside. “Please, don’t ever make me stop.”

His pleading tone heats my arousal up to eleven.Such pretty words.He adds a second finger, and I moan, “Noah.”

He grins lazily with hooded eyes. “That’s it, baby. Say my name.”

“Noah,” I whine.

“How do you want me to finish you?”

“What?”I’ve never been asked that before.

“Do you want me to eat this needy little cunt while I finger fuck you?” His smirk is wicked. The perfect golden boy has been replaced by a dirty-talking sex professor, and I amherefor it. “Maybe you want me to slide my hard cock deep inside and fuck the word ‘fake’ from your vocabulary?” I squirm beneath his darkened stare as he rubs his thumb over my clit. “Or do you want to be on top, using my body to prove who’s really in charge?”

He’s letting me choose?My mind swirls with indecision. “I like all those options.”

He grips my thigh. “I thought you would.”

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