Page 60 of Seven Night Stopover

Her gaze dropped to his groin where the glow of his erection burned a fierce, bright orange. “Ditto.”

“Hang tight, sweetheart. Things are about to get a whole lot hotter.” Grasping her ass in both hands, he pulled her forward in the seat, her stance baring more of her sex to him. “Hold on to the back of the chair, Leia. Don’t let go until I’m done.”

She whimpered and did as he asked, biting her lip when he began trailing hot kisses along her inner thigh. He stopped when he reached the outer lip of her pussy and started along her opposite thigh.

Her groaned protest earned her a wider parting of her legs and a merciless bite she was sure would leave a mark. She swallowed any further protests and watched his mouth, tinged a darker orange, move closer to her core. His lips parted and she cried out as his tongue lapped her from anus to clit, stopping to swirl over her nub once, twice.

Pressure tightened harder in her pelvis, desperate for an outlet. But Noah wasn’t ready to free her. He savored her, taking his time to work his mouth over her as he squeezed her breasts and tortured her nipples.

Leia watched, fascinated as her temperature soared, her body glowing a bright orange, with her nipples and pussy turning redder with each caress.

Desperate for relief, she angled her hips, her butt almost off the chair as she sought the friction she needed to get her off.

He released her clit and slapped her pussy hard with the flat of his hand.

“Ah… God!”

“You try and shortcut this, you get punished.” He slapped her again. She shuddered and pulled back an inch, her senses frying with the overload of sensations. “Will you behave?” he rasped.

She groaned. “Yes.”

Another slap but this time, softer. All pleasure, no pain. Absurdly, she missed the sting. “Harder.”

He froze, then a shudder transmitted up her thighs. “Shit, baby. Are you sure you know what you’re asking? Because Iwillmark you, brand myself all over you until you can’t take a step without thinking of me.”

“Yes, I want that, Noah. Do it.”

Another slap, the wet sound merging with the vibration of the throbbing lounge music and turning her on even harder. His next slap was harder, wetter. The burn brought tears to her eyes. Leia blinked them away, biting back a sob of pleasure in case it made him stop.

Her thighs tensed along with the muscles in her back as her orgasm gathered. He repeated the slaps, keeping to rhythmic intervals, alternated with flicks of his tongue against her pussy.

Leia lost sense of time and space, her whole world centered on what Noah was doing to her. She may have lasted one minute or ten, she had no idea. All she knew was that she was poised for his command.

“Now, baby. Explode for me. Show me just how beautiful you are.”

Her orgasm slammed through her, jerking her off the stool and into his waiting hands. He buried his mouth in her throbbing core, his hands gripping her ass as he sucked hard and rhythmically on her clit, stretching out her climax.

When she collapsed, boneless, onto the seat, he rose and clamped an arm around her waist. His kiss was hot and demanding, frenzied and heady with the taste of her pussy. He released her to kiss along her jaw, his stubble creating a different burn as he bit her earlobe.

“Now you’re going to get the fucking you deserve,” he whispered in her ear.

A sob burst through her throat, her vocal cords incapable of speech.

“Leia?”

“Y-yes,” she croaked.

“Let go of the chair and put your hands on me. I need you to touch me.”

A light coating of sweat on his skin made sliding her hands over his hard muscles feel like heaven. Going with her instincts, she scoured her nails hard down his torso. Through the goggles, the trails flared bright red.

“Jesus. Again.”

She repeated the act, and his cock jerked against her pussy, his breathing choppy. “Do you like hurting me, Leia? Drawing blood?”

“I like what you like.”

Both hands grabbed hold of her waist and jerked her forward, his movements rough and merciless. “You know what hearing that makes me feel?”

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