“Did you cut a C into me?” Try as she might to sound appalled, the lustful undertone of her voice gives away her true nature.
There’s no warning before I flip Noelle back to her stomach and swat her ass again.
“I’m starting to think you like being punished.” I spank her again. The red blotch forming on her cheeks sends a devilish thrill down my spine.
Fuck, I need to come. And I need to do it inside of her. But it would be irresponsible of me to do it raw, so I take the condom I saw in her bedside drawer out, tear open the package, and roll it over my length.
Hovering over her so my chest brushes her back, I alert Noelle, “It’s time for the grand finale.” That’s when I reposition her so she’s on her knees on the bed in front of me, back pressed to my chest with my hands wrapped around her for support. I rip off the balaclava so every part of me can touch her, no barriers. I don’t want this night to end withoutbeing completely connected.
“Prepare yourself, beautiful, I’m about to stuff your stocking.”
That’s the only warning I give her before I shoot up into her like a piston at a voracious speed. Locking her waist in my grasp, I keep her steady as I lean back just enough for the right balance to fuck her properly. No holding back. No mercy. Just all of my unadulterated passion channeled through me into her.
The sounds of our fucking spur me on. The noises of her weeping pussy every time my cock slips in and out. The smack of my balls on her ass as we collided in perfect harmony.
But nothing compares to the sounds that come out of her mouth, fuelling my fire, just making me that much harder.
As much as I love her full-body moans, I want to hear what noises she can make with my hand wrapped around her throat.
Rising forward once again, I take her delicate throat in my hand to give her a tattooed necklace, applying just enough pressure so she struggles for breath without passing out.
This, I decide, is the perfect moment to use the last tool in my arsenal. I reach for the toy she requested earlier and turn it on, but wait, savoring her desperation.
“Do you want to come, beautiful?”
Although it’s a raspy reply since my hand is cutting off her air supply, she pleas, “Yes.”
A chuckle of sick delight vibrates in my chest. “Beg for it.”
All her sass has been thoroughly fucked out of her. Noelle doesn’t even hesitate to follow my command.
“Please, sir.Please.” I love when she does what she’s told almost as much as when she disobeys. “Please let me come.”
“Such a good girl.” I reward her obedience by pressing the textured pad to that small bundle of nerves, the source of all her pleasure.
The cry that rips from her throat is one of the sexiest things I’ve everheard.
“Agh. It’s–it’s too much–I’m too–fuck.” Just when she’s about to come, I dip my head into the crook of her neck to inhale her intoxicating scent. Then I sink my teeth into her leaving my final mark. The cry that erupts from her shatters my self control, obliterates my senses as I let myself finally find the release that’s been balancing on the edge of oblivion.
We stay locked like that for several heartbeats. Or several hours. I don’t know. Time is irrelevant in this frozen moment of bliss.
Whispering as I try to catch my breath, I commend this vivacious woman, “You did so well, beautiful.”
The game is over. Now we’re just Cole and Noelle, levitating in this bubble of ecstasy that defies space and time. Defies logic.
Without knowing if this is the last chance I’ll have to hold her, I savor every second of this precious gift. Her smooth skin, the way her breaths match my heart beat. Every ounce of dopamine and endorphin induced euphoria.
Then I remember that I still have her tied up. Oops. Reaching forward, I unwind the Christmas lights from around her wrists and set them aside.
“Cole.” Noelle is too exhausted to seek the answers to her numerous questions before she passes out in my arms, falling into what I hope is the best sleep of her life.
I should go. But I’m a selfish man so I stay a little while longer, cradling the girl of my dreams in my arms. Memorizing the pattern of her breaths. Committing the pattern of her heartbeat to memory. Praying that this isn’t the last time I see her beautiful face.
But I’ll leave that up to her.
Chapter Seventeen
Noelle
