Page 50 of Bond Strength

Finally—finally—he sank all the way inside me.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “I could just live here.”

“Yes, please.” I opened my mouth, but before I could make demands, he pulled back and pushed in again. A loud moan escaped me, and pleasure rushed through me. Fuuuuck. He felt so perfect inside me. The heat from his cock, the thrill of how he filled me up and stretched me—goddamn, I wanted to be attached to Noah forever.

Noah built up a rhythm, rocking into me with an intensity that built and built and built. I couldn’t see anything, but that made it hotter. I surrendered to the feel of him behind me, of his big handsgripping me tight. Noah surrounded me in the best way, his massive frame wrapped around mine, and he pounded into me with increasing force. I rocked forward, the bed creaking with our movements.

I adored everything about this. My heart soared at the connection I never thought would be accessible to me, at how Noah listened and not only didn’t mind my need for clarity but celebrated it. He was the first person I’d felt this swooping freefall with, and normally, I’d be terrified.

But I trusted him.

“Fucking hell, Dec. You fit me so well.” He continued to pump into me. The slap of skin to skin echoed through the room, which filled with the sharp scent of sweat. “Such a perfect little fucktoy.”

Ngh. Adrenaline pumped through me hot and hard. I liked that far too much.

“Use me,” I begged, my breath coming out in pants. “Come in me and use my mouth.”

“Fuck, I’m not going to hold back.”

“Don’t,” I challenged. “I want you to come in me again and again before I do.”

Noah didn’t stop fucking into me but slammed right into my prostate. Bliss flashed through me with every pass, and my breath snagged in my throat. My cock was weeping into the comforter, my balls heavy. However, I didn’t want release—not yet. I wanted to be used and marked by him until we were no longer able to be separated. He threaded his fingers through my hair, his other hand still gripping my hip tight, and he yanked my head up.

The sting rocketed through me. All I could do was feel—the firmness of his hold, the fierceness of his thrusts, the burn of the way he stretched me open.

“Oh, fuck, Declan,” he gasped.

His cock pulsed inside me, and his movements stuttered. A long, low moan escaped him, resounding through the space between us. Fuck, that was sexy. He collapsed over me for a second, the sweat of his chest imprinting on my back. His ragged breaths resounded in my ear, and the heat of them sent shivers down my spine.

“All right, gorgeous,” he said, his voice lowering in timbre. “Going to get my cock ready again?”

My chest sparked with light. I loved how he listened to what I wanted—no judgment—and he rolled with it. Noah was the fluidity to my rigidity, and I hadn’t realized how much I needed that balance in my life.

“Yessss.” My mouth watered at the thought.

Noah pulled out of me, and the second the fullness left, a complaint bubbled up in my throat. However, even though I was empty, a few creaks of the bed sounded, and a moment later, he settled in front of me, his presence clear, even though I didn’t have the visual. His big hands grasped my hair to lift my head up again, and I opened my mouth.

“God, you’re such a sexy sight,” he said. “Clean me off, sweetheart.”

The head of his cock rested on my lower lip, and my tongue darted out. The saltiness of his cum hit my tongue, and a new hunger roared through me. I wanted more. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, the velvet feel of it mingling with the taste of his cum. It had deflated, which made it easy to draw him all the way in, and I ran the tip of my tongue along and around it.

Ngh. I liked this far too much. Having some part of Noah inside me was my new happy place, and I was obsessed.

I sucked on him, the flaccid cock easy to manage. At his full length, I’d probably gag, but that was a problem for once he got hard again. I trusted Noah would work with me as needed. My head swirled,dreaminess settling inside me, as I swallowed down his cock. My length hung heavily between my legs, neglected and desperate. My balls ached with a ferocity that grew by the second, but I didn’t want that taken care of. I wanted Noah inside me right now, any way I could get him.

“Holy fuck, Declan,” Noah groaned. “Your mouth is going to be the death of me.”

Already, his cock plumped up. Unexpected, given our age and the usual refraction time, but the cock could be a mysterious creature when it wanted to be. The sting of the light pull on my hair sent adrenaline pulsing through me, and he let out a low, filthy curse again. Satisfaction rippled through me at the way his cock filled up more, stretching out in my mouth.

The longer I sucked, the harder he grew, and my balls ached with the need to come. The feel of him inside me turned me on in such an extreme way. I was addicted, and I didn’t want to stop.

I shifted, giving my limbs some micro-movements.

“Are you okay?” Noah asked.

I gave a slight bob of my head, even though my mouth was still stuffed full of his cock. Warmth filtered through me at how he checked in, at the myriad ways he showed he cared. This was what I’d always hoped for in a partner, and he’d been right under my nose all these years.

He thickened, filling out more, and drool dripped down my chin. I gagged, and he pulled back to give me a chance to breathe. I sucked in a noisy breath before he nudged the tip of his cock in again. He kept a tight grip on my hair and slowly fucked in and out of my mouth, not driving in deep.

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