“Yes, just like that, babe, that’s it. Fuck, look at you, ripe and split open for me. You look so good with my cock inside you.” His dirty words only drive my lust higher, and I burn with it. Then Mackie tilts my hips, so he hits my prostate with each thrust. I cry out as the car rocks.
“Faster,” I demand, and he obliges, moving harder and quicker, pounding into me. He holds my hips, yanking me back and working me on his length.
“Do I feel good?” His sharp voice in my ear makes me whimper as I grind my cock into the seat, wild with desire as he presses deeper into me. When I don’t answer, he bites my ear. “If I ask, you answer. Do I feel good inside you?”
“Yes, fuck, you feel so good,” I slur, biting the leather as I push back. “You . . . Do you like it?”
I feel insecure until he drives me into the seat so hard, I release a whine—a noise I’ve never made before. “Does that feel like I don’t?” He does it again, harder and harder, until he pummels me into the seat. He slips his hand from my hip, across my ass, then to my balls, where he squeezes and plays until I’m on the verge of coming.
“Baby, baby, I—fuck. I’m going to come.” I struggle to get the words out, the pleasure so intense I’m burning alive with it.
“Not yet.” He manages to grab my cock and squeeze hard as he fucks me, uncaring if I can take his brutal thrusts.
His teeth sink into my bicep, making me hiss as he releases my cock and grips my hip again. “Now let me feel you come.” His voice is demanding, and it sends me over the edge as he hits my prostate with his cock.
My thighs quake, and every inch of me seems to pause and hold its breath, then I shatter with a bellow muffled by the seat. My release pours onto the leather as he groans and fills me once more, then I feel him come inside me.
He holds me in place until he’s done, and I’m sprawled on the seat, gasping for air. I’ve never come so fucking hard in my life.
Draping himself over my back, he kisses my exposed skin. “Did it feel good?”
All I can do is nod.
“You felt good too. I want inside of your pretty ass more often.”
My entire world shifts and alters, and I know we’ll be doing just that.
THIRTY-EIGHT
I’m still mad as hell about Noah’s parents. How could they just turn their child away like that? He’s their son.Their son!Why does it matter who he chooses to love or how he leads his life? He’s smart, rich, talented, and driven. It isn’t like he’s throwing everything away.
Even the mind-blowing sex we had in Noah’s car doesn’t lessen my irritation. Maybe that’s why we head back to my place. I think Noah can sense that I’m ready to blow at any minute.
Noah watches me pace in front of my couch. He leans back with his arm draped across the top, his head turning ever so slightly to keep me in his gaze as I grumble. “I should head back there and give them a piece of my mind, make them understand,” I scoff. The next time I pass, Noah grabs my wrist and yanks. With a yelp, I collapse across his lap. My glare turns up to him, and he chuckles as he leans down and kisses me.
“Sorry, baby, but that look doesn’t scare me. It just makes me hard, always did,” he tells me.
“You’re such a perv!” I blurt as I smack him, but he captures my wrists in one hand and flips us so I’m stretched out on the sofa with my arms trapped above me and my legs anchored by his weight.
I can’t go anywhere. All I can do is look up at him.
I recall what happened a few hours ago. I thought he would be shy or worried after, but he seems completely normal.
“You’re still mad. It seems we didn’t fuck well enough to get all this energy out. Don’t worry, I’ll rectify that right now,” he reasons.
“Noah,” I warn, my eyes narrowed, but my gasp betrays me when he bites my neck before sucking, no doubt leaving a mark. I’m covered in them, since he seems to love doing that.
I loved fucking him, feeling his tight ass gripping me. It was perfection, but I still crave him pinning me down and taking me.
“Hmm, you were saying?” he prompts when I remain silent.
“I was going to say that sex can’t fix everything. I’m mad at your parents—” I groan as he licks up my neck.
“Carry on.” He smirks against my skin as he slides down my chest and pushes my shirt up.
Slumping back into the couch, I try to remember what I was ranting about. “It’s not fair. We should go back there and make them listen.”
He hums in agreement as he sucks and licks my abs, leaving me breathless as he pushes my shirt up with each movement until he can reach my nipple. He bites down on the little bud, making me hiss. “Keep going, I’m listening.”
