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Really fucking hot. Hotter and hotter the closer he came to fingering her and giving her the kind of pleasure she craved.
After all, he would be the second man she had ever been with, and her third person overall. Lucy had experience, but most of her sexually mature life had been spent with one boyfriend who was decent enough in bed, but always left her wanting more. More oral. More humping. More experimentation. A little more kink. More sex, in general.
Being single hadn’t been better. When she wasn’t nose deep in her studies, she was using a vibrator to get her off between job shifts. Like Noah had said, that kind of sex had been a function. Something to get her through the day and help her go to sleep at night.
She bit her lip as Noah’s face came closer to hers. As soon as he kissed her, she would completely belong to him. Not only tonight, but for a whole damn month.
Did he kiss her, though?
Did he go back on his own word that he didn’t care for kissing, and do it anyway?
There really was one thing Lucy needed to know about Noah Gabriel.He always means what he says.
If he said no kissing? He meant no kissing. Likewise, if she told him togo aheadwith sex, he was going the fuck ahead.
Later, when Lucy was clearheaded enough to look back on this moment, she would be both horrified and incredibly aroused all over again. Everything she knew about love and romance – which wasn’t much, understandably – slapped her in the face when Noah turned her around and bent her over the couch. Lucy’s hands slammed against the cushion beneath her, but unless she wanted to fly forward at the first thrust, she needed to find something better to grab. Like either the back of the couch or the plush arm jamming into her stomach.
Noah’s hands briefly encircled her shoulders, her cheeks, and her mouth. She tasted her own scent on his fingertip. He hadn’t touched her beneath her underwear, yet there it was, the proof that she wanted him. When his fingers dripped away from her mouth, raced down her back, and brushed against her ass, Lucy quivered.
It was always the choice between fear and anticipation. The optimist in her continued to choose the latter.
He grabbed her sides and pulled her ass toward him. Lucy buckled in surprise, her knee sliding up the arm of the couch and her leg slowly getting away from her.
Desperate. Slut.
She knew it was coming, but she thought she would have more warning first. She never heard him unzip his trousers or groan in his own anticipation. Everything was methodical. A script that he followed, albeit one that apparently got him hard and made her wetter than she had any right to be. Then again, maybe this man got off on waltzing into rooms, bending women over couches, and fucking them with the emotional distance of a king taking one of hundreds harem-bound women to bed. How was he supposed to be any different from the other men who came to these things, again?
The ungodly sound coming out of Lucy’s mouth as he penetrated her was her letting go of any high-esteem she still held for herself. Here it was. The moment that proved what she had set out to do, all in the name of her career. Dressed up in lingerie, caking on makeup, and enticing men like Noah Gabriel to fuck her like his personal toy.
Thank God she hadn’t been a virgin!
Yeah, that’s the thing to think about right now, you dumbass!Lucy could have been as wet as Niagara Falls, yet she still wasn’t prepared for the hard depths Noah claimed with that first thrust. The man meant business. He wanted inside of her, now, and he wasn’t going to take the kind of slow and easy test-thrusts that Lucy’s ex always did with enough apologies to last her the rest of her life. Nope. He was going to plow right into her, filling her up with a cock that knew what the hell it was doing.Think about how grateful you are to not be a virgin instead of what a fucking cock this is!Lucy was too out of her mind to really think about it. All she knew was that Noah softly groaned into the back of her head, one hand pressing against her back and the other grabbing her ass.
He didn’t say anything. Didn’t call her beautiful, sexy, or even tight. His whole focus was on diving into her, over and over, opening her up with one hard thrust after another.
The worst part… or was it the best part?This is all the wrong kinds of perfect.
Lucy had been too shocked to properly respond those first few seconds, when Noah did all the work to make them both get into the moment. As soon as she came back to her senses, which were overwhelmed with the sensations of sex, she grabbed one of the couch pillows and held it close to her chest. It was the only way to give herself leverage as she timed his thrusts and slammed back against him every time he moved forward.Like I’m letting him control every little thing. I don’t think so!If Lucy Craig was going to be his fuckbunny, she was doing it in style! She was owning the experience. She was not a passive robot who merely took orders in her ear and dick in her cunt. She was a whole fucking person who fucked like a grown woman.
“Fuck!” she blurted into the pillow, her leg jerking away from her, threatening to take the rest of her groin with it. Noah slammed his hand against her hip and dragged her pelvis back again, his cock digging deep and pushing her open in ways she wasn’t sure she had been exposed to before. “Holy fucking shiiiit.”
Whatever he thought of her moaning into her pillow, Noah simply went along with. He was probably in too deep anyway. Literally. In waaaay too deep.
This was pretty hot, huh? Her, him, a couch, and loveless sex. An exciting preview of what was to come that next month, when Lucy existed to give Noah whatever pleasure he desired. At least she would know now.
She wanted to say something about how good his cock felt, but all that came out of her mouth after that was one wordless cry after another. The pillow didn’t do much to muffle them. It sure as hell did nothing to stop her body from squeezing his cock, her wetness covering every inch of him every time he forced himself out and then back in again. Lucy’s knee braced against the arm of the couch. Her thighs slowly spaced themselves farther apart, opening her cunt and inviting Noah to take her in ways she had not properly anticipated. She gave herself ten more seconds before she went over the edge, and nothing had touched her damned clit.
Had that ever happened to her before? Coming from only the stimulation a man’s cock offered her inner walls? Or was she so turned on that anything could have made her come?
Why the hell do I care? Make some fucking lemonade!
She threw herself backward every time he lunged forward. Noah’s soft groans transformed into grunts of mounting frustration. Lucy’s fists pounded into the couch, a roar of orgasm turning her into a creature she no longer recognized. All her body cared about was getting fucked. All her brain recognized were the feelings that came with that.
I swear to God, if he pulls out before I’m finished…
Yeah, that’s what she cared about the most right now. Finishing before him, because she knew where this was going. Probably in her hair.
Heaven forbid he not keep surprising her, though. That would have been asking for too much. Lucy couldn’t handle getting everything she wanted in one casual encounter between hired gal and her finicky client.
