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Better to gasp the sex-swelled scent of the bedroom than the dry comforter beneath her.
Noah crossed her arms on her back, pulling her hips up along with his cock inside of her. The sweetened moans Lucy uttered were unlike any she ever heard before. All she cared about was feeling more of that freedom. All she cared about washim.
Once again, she was trapped. Yet it was a trap she welcomed as he rammed forward, his balls slapping against her ass and his virile grunts obliterating her senses.
How did a young, inexperienced woman like Lucy even react to this?I don’t know if I should scream or stay quiet. Should I fuck him back, or lie here and take it? Do I call his name and beg him to keep going?
Noah didn’t say anything. Nothing but the enduring grunts that grew more intense with every thrust that widened Lucy’s pussy a little more. Soon, she would be so relaxed and accepting of him that she would cry from that alone.
“Are you mine now?” That was the first thing he said, long after he used his stamina as an excuse to keep going at her.He came by this point last time. Then again, so had I.Perhaps they were both determined to out-do each other. “Are you fuckingmine?”
“Yes!” Lucy’s fingers twiddled against the small of her back. Noah’s palm was rough and sweaty against her wrists. Somehow, that only added to the ambience. “Yes, sir! I’m yours! I’m fucking yours!”
She believed it in that moment, too. Why wouldn’t she? Noah had such command of his movements that every stroke was a reminder that he might be the best she ever had. Not that she could hardly believe it was happening. The more they fucked, the more she was convinced this was a figment of her imagination. Perhaps it was a beautiful dream she refused to wake up from. While she wouldn’t call these emotions love, she certainly called them what they really were:lust.High. Caliber. Lust.
She was going to come, and she couldn’t stop it.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered against the comforter. Noah wasn’t about to, anyway. He didn’t need to hear her voice. He was so lost in slamming into her and pinning her chest down that she could have screamed bloody murder and he’d keep going. “Don’t fucking stop. Don’t…”
Her breath faltered.
“Don’t…”
Her toes curled.
“Don’t…!”
Everything tightened, from her shoulders to her inner walls. While her toes dug into the bed and her teeth clamped on her bottom lip, Lucy refused to let go of the man suddenly trying to tease her with his cock. Yet her greedy nature was too much for him. She sucked him in, deeper, the sordid sounds of their physical lovemaking only adding to the cocktail of her climax. Lucy groaned a final time, taking in everything she felt. Her nipples were so sensitive that every brush against the bed was fire in her chest. Her knees sank so deeply into the bed that she may never walk again. Her eyes rolled back into her head a final time, and her ass was so used to the punishment of his flesh that it was almost a comforting rhythm now.
“Don’t stop!” she cried, arms jerking beneath his grasp. “Fuck!Fuck!” She slammed her face into the bed and shouted that she was coming. The man had found the perfect place to hit her with his cock, and he was not relenting.
Noah released her arms. Both hands fell to her sides, but she was too weak to move them. Even if she wanted to, she had to contend with his damning grip on her hips, pulling her onto him every time she attempted to get away.
“Oh, God…” Her orgasm was far from abated. If anything, the haze was so thick around her head that it only heightened her ability to sense when he was about to join her. “Yes fucking sir. Right there. Come in me right there.”
Noah obliged, of course. He may have talked coarsely and handled her roughly, but he was still a gentleman of some kind.
Lucy didn’t know what hypnotized her more: the sensation of his seed filling her with every stroke, or the animalistic growl he let out when he finally surrendered to her body.Oh, my God. So fucking wild.Although time slowed and Lucy didn’t know what language she spoke anymore, she swore that was the wildest thing she had ever done. She might as well be released back into the wilderness the moment he was finally done with her.
“Ugh.” That was the final sound Noah made as he shook out one last drop of seed and left himself inside of her for a few seconds. When he finally pulled out, taking half of his output with him, Lucy opened her eyes again and stretched her arms before her.
Ugh is right.Lucy didn’t have time to think about how unfortunate it was somebody had to clean this bedding. She was too busy swimming in the infuriating thought that she had wasted perfectly good cum. Not that she knew what she would have used it for. Not like it was doing any more good inside of her than on the bed!
“Seriously…” Lucy forced herself onto her back. She didn’t bother to cover herself up. Why? It felt too good to stretch out her legs and bend her knees. “Are you on steroids or something?” Clear-headed Lucy knew that steroids would have made a moment like that near-impossible, but put-away-wet Lucy couldn’t rationalize that. “That’s fucking insane.”
Noah collapsed next to her, sweat glistening on his chest and brow. He was ridiculously sexy with his hair askew and his chest rising and falling with his hectic breaths. His cock was still semi-hard, even after two intense orgasms. To think, that was Lucy all over him. Her saliva. Her own cum. Amazing.
“Fuck me like that every night, Mr. Gabriel…” Lucy pulled herself to the edge of the bed, wincing as she swung her legs over and placed her feet on the floor. Finally, she re-tied the front of her wrap-dress. “And you wouldn’t have even needed to pay for me. I’ll be your goddamn sex slave for life.”
She might regret saying that. Then again, she might regret standing up so quickly. What parts of her legs weren’t jelly were now drenched in his seed. It rushed down her thigh and caressed the back of her knee. She didn’t know if she was disgusted or impressed.
Either way, she was going to the bathroom. For some reason, she wasn’t surprised to see her bed empty when she returned ten minutes later. The only evidence that Noah had been there at all was the indentation of his body on the far side of the bed.
And the scent of him in the air, Lucy supposed. That scent was more intoxicating than his touch. A terrible thing to realize as she lay back down and tried to clear her head.
She couldn’t. Every time she breathed, there was Noah Gabriel, her buyer, her keeper…
Her fucking owner.
The scary part? Lucy was obsessed with it already.
