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“When I’m done, I want to watch you go down on me. Watch my cock sink into your pretty lips and I want to fuck your mouth until I’m shooting everything I have down your throat.” His fingers moved inside her, the sound of the damp caresses filling her ears, whipping through her mind.
“Do you want that, baby?”
“Yes. Oh yes.” She wanted that. She wanted it so bad.
She felt her shorts easing over her hips as his head lowered. He bent his knees enough to allow his lips to catch the viciously tight nub of her nipple between them as his fingers caressed and rotated and her knees weakened with the extremity of the pleasure. She wanted him inside her so bad, filling her. She wanted his lips all over her, hers all over him. She wanted every blistering act he was whispering in her ears.
She jerked as his mouth consumed her aching nipple. Felt the surge of electric shock as it traveled through her system. She lifted against him, desperate, eager for more.
Noah was lost in a world of sensation. The earlier violence, the racing adrenaline in his system did this. For the past years, recovery had been hell. Retraining had burned his mind with the surge of lust so hard, so powerful, that no amount of jacking off could ease it. He’d been half insane more than once, for this.
Sabella. In his arms. Hot and wild for him, whispering her naughty little secrets in his ears. Demanding he take her. That he do all the wicked, carnal acts that had filled his head while under the influence of the aphrodisiac Diego Fuentes had pumped into his body.
Now here she was and he was on fire for her. Blazing. Burning out of control. Two fingers shoved inside her hot pussy, feeling the burn of her body as he sucked her hard little nipples.
Everything about his Sabella was little, compared to him. So sweetly curved and delicate, and that will of iron he was glimpsing only made him harder.
“Noah, this is killing me,” she moaned at his ear, her hot breath searing his flesh. “You’re teasing me to death.”
Just a little more. He groaned around her nipple, licked it, rasped it. He wanted to hear more. Wanted to hear her voice broken with lust, demanding and carnal.
“Tell me how to take you.” He nipped the curve of her breast. “Tell me how you want it.”
She shuddered, and he almost lost it when he felt her juices flood his fingers.
“Hard,” she panted. “So hard. Now. Fuck me now.”
“Against the wall? Here?”
“Oh God. Anywhere,” she wailed. “Damn you. Give it to me. Now.”
“Are you hot enough for it yet?” He kissed her shoulder, nipped it. “I don’t think you’re hot enough yet.”
He wanted more. He needed the words. He had never needed the words before, but he did now. He wanted her hot enough to forget herself, to forget the memories of how he used to love her, to accustom herself to the bleak, dark lust that consumed him now.
“I’m hot enough,” she moaned.
“Tell me how hot you are.” He wrapped his free arm around her hips and lifted her to him, stumbling to the table, ignoring her shock as he set her naked ass on the edge and knelt between her thighs. “You’re not hot enough. Let me help you out with that.”
He laid his lips against the swollen folds and had to grip the base of his cock to hold back his come. God, he was going to blow. He could feel it, building in his balls, throbbing at the head of his cock.
She tasted so sweet. Her thighs parted as he lifted one small foot and placed it on his shoulder, opening her further.
The light was better here, but still not good enough for her to the see the damage he had been trying to clean up. Several of the cuts were almost deep enough for stitches. He needed to be in the command center letting someone patch him up. Instead, he was here, his lips buried in his wife’s pussy and loving every second of it.
He licked and lapped at the little mound. She was so sweet, the flavor of her burst against his tongue and he was ravenous. He stabbed inside the fluttering opening, feeling her clench, hearing her moan as she leaned back, allowing him greater access to the treat that was fast becoming as addictive as any drug.
Ah hell. He wanted to lick her forever. He wanted to immerse his senses in the tangy bite, the sweet soft flavor and the clean feminine scent of her. He wanted her, for breakfast, lunch, dinner, a midnight snack, and everything in between.
“Talk to me.” The words were hard, brutally torn from his lips as he moved them to the hard bud of her clit. “Tell me you like it. Tell me to eat you. To suck you forever.”
He couldn’t wait much longer. He wanted to tear the words from her lips. He had dreamed, fantasized.
“Noah, lick my clit,” she moaned. “Roll your tongue on it.”
Ah God. Yes. She loved that, didn’t she? The way he rolled his tongue over her clit. He gave it to her. He gripped her thigh with one hand, pressed her legs further apart and gave her what she needed.
He pumped his cock, a wild, agonizing sound of arousal falling from his lips as her hips jerked, arched, and she cried out his name again.
