Page 61 of Seven Night Stopover

“How?”

“Powerful. Insane. You drive me to the edge with just a moan. Seeing you, spread before me like this, ready to take my cock… God, I can’t think straight.”

He slid his hands under her knees and spread her thighs even wider. Her center was still red hot, still on fire for him.

“Watch what you do to me.”

She watched nine inches of hot, thick cock slide inside her inch by delicious inch, and reality splintered into useless shards. Shaking uncontrollably, she grabbed his waist, her fingers digging in hard, breaking through his skin. “Oh my God!”

He slid out slowly and slammed back in, shuddering when he was buried in deep. “Oh, baby, you’ve turned me into a fucking mess.”

He rolled his hips once more, then stopped.

Need built with a swiftness that stole her breath. She tried to move but his hands held her still. “God, Noah please. I need you… Ohplease,please,please.” Her words blurred together in a desperate litany.

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Every plea fell on Noah’s ears like an anointment of power.

He lost another hold on reality. He released her knees and grabbed her ass, lifting her off the stool to slam her onto his cock. Her sharp yelp drove him closer to the edge. The knowledge that she liked the pain, that she wasn’t running screaming from him or ridiculing his ‘weakness’, sent a shaft of pure pleasure through him. He’d told her he was in fear of becoming addicted to her.

He was beginning to dread that it was already too late.

He gripped her ass harder, the insane need to brand her as his and his alone overcoming him again. Widening his stance, he pumped his hips, felt her flinch even as she met his thrust with a juicy roll of her hips.

Christ… this was insane… but he wanted to keep her. To make her his in ways that would in all probability scare her. The urge to see her tied up, open fully and helplessly to him, unable to move as he fucked every orifice, rushed through his mind, saturating his pleasure even deeper. The image was so powerful he bared his teeth and growled long and deep.

She shuddered at the sound, her nails sliding round to dig into his ass. Her raw hunger and the scent of her arousal blew his mind. He leaned in close and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Supple and salty with her exertions, she tasted like fucking heaven. He bit harder and earned himself another shudder.

He was on a downward slope to seriously unsafe territory with this woman. This woman who still held questions he’d come nowhere close to answering. Questions he’d kept putting off because he’d been too terrified of asking.

Like who had hurt her so badly she’d had to brand her skin with those heartbreaking words? Because he feared once he knew he’d have only one option.

An unthinkable option that might revisit New York on him all over again.

“Noah.” The sweet whisper of his name brought him back to the searing pleasure ramming through him. Pleasure that sent him spiraling over the cliff when she scraped the rough diamond edge of her stud over his nipple in short hard flicks, then sank her teeth into him.

“Holy shit, Leia!”

So tight, so deliciously tight was his Leia that her juices spilled out, coating the base of her ass and his fingers as he pummeled her.

Sliding a finger up her ass, he teased her second hole, then pressed down hard, popping through. Her mouth dropped open on a shocked groan.

Then she was coming hard, her cunt a closed silky fist that milked his cock so fiercely he could barely move inside her.

Noah had thought feeling her come was incredible enough. But watching through the goggles as waves of orange-red washed up her body, suffusing her in pleasure—he’d never experienced anything so soul shaking.

He buried himself to the hilt and came in a thick, helpless rush, his climax so powerful, he roared himself hoarse.

God knows how he managed to stay on his feet, how he found the strength to take off her leg restraints before he carried her to the lounger.

They collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, their breaths nowhere near normal. He gathered her close and felt his heart lurch all over again when she tucked herself into his side. Like she belonged there.

“Are you okay?” he asked gruffly several minutes later when neither of them had broken the silence.

“I’m not sure. Ask me again in a month’s time,” she slurred.

Something kicked in his chest. “If that’s an invitation to call you when we get back to Miami, I accept.” He tried for light, but it felt short by a mile.

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