Page 76 of The Sniper

I shoved her dress up, bunching it at her hips, and lifted her, pinning her to the wall, her legs locking around my waist, heat pressing against my cock.

“Noah,” she gasped, throat bared as I kissed down it, sucking hard to mark her, my dick throbbing, trapped in denim.

I carried her to the bed, dropped her onto the sheets, and tore her dress off—fabric ripping, no patience left.

No bra, just a wisp of lace panties I shredded with one tug, leaving her bare, glistening, her pussy pink and ready.

“Fuck, you’re everything,” I growled, dropping between her thighs, spreading her wide, her scent—sweet, musky—hitting me like a drug.

I licked her slow, tongue dragging through her folds, savoring her slickness, her hips bucking as I sucked her clit, teasing with soft flicks.

Her hands twisted my hair, pulling hard, and I groaned, plunging two fingers inside, curling them, pumping as I lapped her, her moans jagged, desperate.

“Noah—God—” she panted, thighs shaking, and I pushed her further, wanting her wild, untamed.

She surprised me—grabbed my shoulders, pulled me up, and shoved me onto my back, straddling my chest, bold as fuck.

Her eyes locked on mine, fierce, and she slid down, unbuttoning my jeans, freeing my cock—hard, thick, leaking—and took me in her mouth without a word.

“Fuck,” I groaned, head slamming back on the pillow, her lips wrapping tight, tongue swirling the tip, sucking deep, wet, messy.

She was relentless—bobbing slow, then fast, hollowing her cheeks, one hand stroking what she couldn’t take, the other cupping my balls, squeezing light, sending shocks up my spine.

I’d never seen her like this—commanding, fearless, her mouth a weapon, unraveling me with every slick pull.

“Hallie Mae,” I rasped, hips jerking, her throat relaxing, taking me deeper, gagging soft but not stopping, eyes watering but burning with want.

She popped off, grinning, wicked, and climbed up, straddling me, guiding my cock to her entrance, sinking down slow, her pussy tight, hot, swallowing me inch by inch.

I gripped her hips, thrust up, and she rode me—hard, wild, tits bouncing, hair spilling, her moans loud, unashamed, claiming every thrust like it was hers to take.

“More,” she gasped, leaning forward, nails digging into my chest, and I flipped her onto her knees, spreading her ass, sliding in deep from behind—brutal, my hand cracking against her cheek, her cry spiking my blood as she pushed back, begging.

“Like that?” I growled, spanking her again, her skin pink, her pussy clenching as I fucked her, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast, wet, until she screamed, coming hard, pulsing around me.

But she wasn’t done—twisted around, pushed me flat, and climbed over my face, lowering her dripping pussy to my mouth, bold and shameless.

I groaned, tongue diving in, sucking her swollen clit, hands gripping her thighs as she rocked, grinding down, her moans high and broken, owning me with every roll of her hips.

“Noah—fuck—” she panted, fingers yanking my hair, and I ate her out, relentless, licking deep, sucking hard, until she shuddered, coming again, soaking my face, her taste flooding me.

She slid down, grinning, and grabbed my cock, stroking fast, then bent low, taking me back in her mouth—deeper, hungrier, her tongue tracing veins, lips tight, sucking like she wanted to ruin me.

I groaned, hips bucking, her boldness fucking me up—she wasn’t just taking me, she was rewriting me, claiming every inch like she’d been born to break me apart.

“On your back,” I growled, pulling her off, flipping her down, spreading her thighs wide, hooking one leg over my shoulder.

I slid in—slow, deep, a new angle that made her gasp, eyes rolling back as I fucked her steady, watching her writhe, her hands grabbing my ass, pulling me deeper.

She reached up, pinched my nipples—hard, sharp, a shock that made me hiss, her grin wicked as she twisted, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you’re bold,” I groaned, loving it—her fire, her claim, the way she owned me, body and soul, no fear, no shame.

I leaned down, kissed her—hot, messy, tongues clashing—and thrust faster, deeper, her pussy gripping me, her moans vibrating against my lips.

She slid a hand between us, fingers massaging her clit, then lower, brushing my cock as I fucked her, slick and daring, her touch sending sparks up my spine.

“Noah—come with me,” she gasped, voice raw, and I did—lost it, spilled into her with a roar, vision blackingas she came, too, pulsing tight, her cry sharp and wild, nails raking my back.

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