Page 88 of The Christmas Fix
“God, did you get bigger since last time?” Cat gritted out.
“Just relax,” he ordered, breath ragged. “Relax and give me a minute, or I’m going to fuck you too hard before you’re ready and you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
It was the threat that did it. Cat never backed down from a challenge. She wanted that feeling, that soreness tomorrow. Wanted to be reminded of Noah every time she took a step.
“Do it,” she begged. “Take me that way.”
She didn’t need to say it twice. With his grip painful on her hips, he guided her up and slammed her down on his cock, jarring her. She cried out. “Again.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, whispering the words.
“So sure. Need you.”
This time he held her in the air, biceps straining, and he pumped his hips into her from below. The steady slap of warm flesh, the catch of breath, the cries of pleasure and pain. It all filled the room in a music unlike any other.
“God. Yes. This,” Cat demanded, leaning into him. He closed his mouth over one of her nipples and sucked hard. She saw stars.
“Christ, I need more,” he rasped, he rose, plucking her off his dick. He slid free, and Cat stared at the evidence of her own arousal coating his wrapped cock. He pushed her, draping her facedown over the hefty ottoman. “Tell me if this isn’t okay,” he warned her as he settled between her spread legs. She accepted his weight against her and wriggled her ass. She was open, needy, more than a little desperate.
“So very okay.”
He slapped at her ass, the flat of his palm connecting with the round of her curves. She yelped, and he groaned deep and guttural.
“Fuck.” He drew the word out as he pushed his way into her. Cat felt the sharp ache as he hit bottom. “Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head, not trusting her voice. She didn’t need soft, tender words. She needed his body bruising and using hers. He shifted against her, pushing off from the floor and powering into her. Again and again, biology urging him on. Cat felt every inch of him as he drove into her and dragged himself out. She’d wanted to dominate him tonight, yet once again she found herself giving over to the moment, the craving to be taken.
This wasn’t her thing. She shouldn’t be feeling the edge of release already teasing her spine. Shouldn’t be shuddering as an orgasm built so quickly she feared she wouldn’t survive it. Noah shifted just a bit and pressed her thighs apart, opening her lips to bare her clit against the ottoman’s hideous plaid upholstery.
His next thrust dragged her clitoris and nipples against the material, and Cat cried out. The friction of the fabric, the depth of his thrusts, those short grunts of pleasure that worked themselves out of his throat. It all worked together in a symphony that carried her to a crescendo. It slammed into her, through her, molten like lava, fast like electricity. And Noah never slowed. He fucked her fast and rough through the shudders of pleasure that erupted in wave after wave.
“Noah!” She shouted his name as he owned her body.
His thrusts slowed, and he went stock still in her, every muscle, every cell tensed against her. The guttural, primitive noise came from his chest as Cat felt his cock pulse inside her. He fought it. The release that was inevitable.
“I need to see you, Cat. I want to see you, taste you, when I come.”
She was too weak to answer. He pulled out of her, and despite the climax that had left her wrecked a moment ago, she ached for more.
He pulled her up and arranged her on the couch, pillows at her back, legs open. When he ranged himself over her, Cat felt her breath catch. Was there anything in this world more lust-worthy than a naked Noah Yates professing all the ways he was going to take her? Desire, hard and dark, crystallized in his eyes. And when he pressed her thighs further apart and lowered himself between them, she felt the promised ache of soreness.
“Hold on to me,” he ordered.
She obliged, gripping his shoulders and pulling him to her.
“Fuck me, Noah. Hard. I want to feel you come.”
Surprising her with tenderness, Noah leaned down to nuzzle one breast and then the other. His teeth grazed her nipple, and Cat sucked in a breath.
“God you’re built,” he murmured, tongue brushing the sensitive tip. “I could do this all day.” The rough flat of his tongue dragged over her peak.
“No complaints here,” she gasped.
“I’d come too fast if I let you keep riding me,” he confessed. “Just watching your perfect tits puts me on the edge.”
Cat bucked against his hips. “Noah. Please?”
He probed at her core, and Cat relaxed her muscles, open and ready. The pulls from his mouth on her breast were echoing in her core.
