Page 52 of Strong Side
She lets out a soft moan when my shaft rubs against her clit as I slide it to her center, her wetness coating me. “Fuck.”
Her arms wrap around my waist, and I take her ass in my hands. When she rocks her hips, my dick pushes inside of her, and we both stop moving.
“Let me put on a condom.”
I start to lift off of her, but she stops me.
“You know I’ve been on the pill for a while now, and after Trey, I got tested, and I’m clean. I want to feel you. All of you.”
I nod because words aren’t coming.
“Yeah?” she questions, looking a little nervous.
“Yes. Fuck yes. I was tested before camp, and I’m clean.” I lean down and kiss her. This kiss is wet and dirty.
I pull my hips back and line up with her pussy, then slowly push in. She breaks our kiss, moaning as I hit as deep as I can.
“Oh fuck, you feel good. There’s no way I’ll be able to make this last.”
She starts to grind against me, circling her hips. “Please, Casey.”
Who am I to deny her? This girl owns every part of me.
I push up onto my hands to look at her. “I got you, pretty girl.” And I do.
One hand still braces my upper body, but I wrap my other hand around her thigh and push so her knee is bent. The new angle of her hips makes me reach deeper inside of her.
We rock together, and our pace quickens with every thrust. I can feel her walls start to tighten around me, so I know she’s getting close to coming.
“Come, pretty girl. Soak my cock. Let me feel you fall apart. For me. Only for me.”
“Casey,” she breathes. “I’m gonna come. Oh God, I’m so close.”
Our bodies start to lose rhythm as we both get closer to orgasm. I release her leg, and she wraps it around my waist. I drop down to my elbows, bracing her face.
“You’re so beautiful.” I thrust into her deeply. “You were made for me.”
I bend my head and take her mouth, our tongues twirling. But when I feel her orgasm hit, I pull back so I can watch her come. Our eyes lock, and as I feel her walls contract around my cock, I start to come.
This isn’t just sex. This is complete connection. And I’m never letting her go.
The words I’ve wanted to say for so long are tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I love you, Noelle. You are my everything.”
A tear runs out of the corner of her eye, but she smiles. “I love you, Casey.”
As we both come down from our orgasms, I pull out and lie beside her. I bring her into me, and she rests her head on my chest and drapes her leg over mine.
I can feel her breathing change as she drifts off to sleep. I can’t help but think that this might possibly be the best day of my life. But it’s not just because of the sex. It’s more than that. It’s always been more with Noelle.
If, tomorrow, she says this isn’t real, I might never recover.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
NOELLE
Chelseaand I both have a free day today, so we decide to go get coffees and mani and pedis. It’s packed in the salon, but we manage to get seats next to each other on the side that is separated from the other seats.
