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He smiles, his fingers tightening on my hip. His nails don't dig in, but the strength in his grip is undeniable. His cock twitches a little where it's trapped between our bodies.
“It was one of my favourites,” he confesses. He slowly lowers his body weight on top of me, every inch of my back pressed to his chest, and his other hand wraps around the front of my throat in a loose but promising hold. “Poor little Lucy, left all alone…anyone could happen upon her and do terrible, twisted things to her. It’s a good thing I showed up to protect you.”
I bite my lower lip to stifle a whimper, my knees spreading farther apart without my permission.
“And of course, I have to show you why I'm the only one who can take care of you…”
“Noah,” I rasp weakly, clutching at his wrist.
He's not hurting me, not squeezing or anything, but my entire body feels like it's on fire, tingling with twisted feelings of lust from that old fantasy, feeling how hard he is, having him touching me and growling the words into my ear. I can't help how I squirm and arch under him, desperate for more.
“Please.”
“Oh, does little Lucy want a demonstration?” he teases.
It's not like his usual teasing. His voice is dark, heavy, he sounds so much older than he is, so much stronger and more powerful than he's already shown himself to be. He pushes the hand on my hip inwards, below my stomach even through I'm crushed to the bed. He spreads his fingers and pinches my clit between his knuckles tightly, his fingers long enough for the tips to tease my folds and spread them apart. His other hand flexes on my throat in the barest warning.
“Little baby,” he whispers, in a laughing tone that makes humiliation and thrill rush through me at once. “Look how wet you are already.” I am, I know I am, I can feel it even before he spread me apart and started touching me. Not only with my own slick, but what he's already left inside, leaking out. “Is little Lucy a bit of a slut?”
“N-no,” I whimper, making my voice higher, smaller than it is. Like it might have been, back then. I shake my head. “No, I'm not a s-slut.”
“Mm, I don't know…” His fingers push inside me, just barely before pulling out again, rubbing harshly over my clit. It's so unlike his tongue but feels good in its own perverse way, the dirtybadwrong of it all like electricity in my bones. “Maybe you are. Maybe you want to be a slut. Ormyslut, at least. What do you think, baby?”
I turn my head, hoping to catch his gaze. His eyes are dark, almost black from his wide pupils, he looks just as turned on as I am. I know how the story went when I wrote it—he's playing along with it with amazing detail. Maybe he memorized it. Maybe he played it on repeat after reading it. The thought is enough to make desire swoop low in my stomach, my legs spreading just a little wider.
“I want to be your slut, Noah,” I whisper, lashes fluttering when he gently squeezes my throat and rewards me with another shallow penetration of his fingers before pulling them out again. “Please. I'm so…empty.”
“Poor little Lucy.” He kisses the words to my throat over his own fingers, then forces my head down as he shifts his weight. His cock stops rutting against my ass, sinking down between my thighs now as he settles over me again. “Lift your hips up for me, baby. Good girl, just like that.”
My face flames with heat and I can't help the little moan I let out when he calls me that. It's even better than I imagined when I wrote it. He uses his grip on me to angle my hips properly, still meanly pinching my clit and spreading me apart with his fingers. With a low growl, he forces his cock inside me—a sudden, brutal thrust that I feel all the way in my throat. I cry out at the force of it, fisting my bedsheets as he pulls back and thrusts in again, jolting my entire body even though I have nowhere to go.
He has me pinned, completely helpless, and I couldn't be happier.
“That's a good girl,” he snarls against my hair. “You take me so well, fit me like a fucking glove.”
The praise makes my entire body flush hot, combined with the sudden and intense sensation of him inside me and rubbing my clit. He pulls his fingers back to circle my clit quickly, and I'm so sensitive and sore after the previous rounds that it doesn't take long at all to get me close again. The bed keeps creaking beneath the force of his thrusts and my headboard keeps knocking against the wall, but I couldn't care less about the noise.
“Noah,” I moan, grasping for anything to hold on to and finding a pillow and his wrist against my collarbone.
“You like it when I'm rough with you?” he asks, though I'm sure he can feel how my body is tightening and clenching around him already. “Like being pinned down and stuffed full of my cock? Like being my good little girl?”
“Yes,yes!” I cry, shuddering as my eyes fall closed and I cross the point of being able to fight off my orgasm. Noah grunts behind me and releases my throat so he can kiss my neck instead, wrapping both arms around my shoulders as his thrusts grow harder and faster and he rides out my orgasm with me. The aftershocks leave me dazed and trembling like I've just sprinted a marathon, barely able to catch my breath.
I'm still trying to get my bearings when he abruptly pulls out with another muffled curse. I frown when he rolls me over and crawls up to my side, stroking himself quickly. He meets my eyes, and without even questioning it I open my mouth and let him feed me his cock. I haven't done this a lot but he doesn't force me to take all of him, just the first couple inches as he strokes the rest.
He fists a hand in my hair, clenching his jaw as his hand slows, and the first thick spurt of cum hits my tongue. The taste isn't the worst thing in the world, but it's not the best. Still, the only recourse is to hold it in my mouth until he's finished, or swallow it, so I swallow.
“Holy shit,” he breathes.
His chest heaves as he finally stops coming, softens, and slips out of my mouth. My lips tingle from the friction and the taste lingers, but it's not overwhelmingly unpleasant. And it ceases to matter when he immediately leans down and kisses me, so deeply and thoroughly, that I immediately lose any air I'd managed to recover.
When he finally lets me free, I smile, and then start laughing because it all seems so absurd. To think, he wanted me all this time, he thought about these stories all this time…
“Got any other favourites I should know about?” I rasp as he lays down beside me and pulls a cover over our bodies.
“A whole fucking playlist, baby,” he teases back, winking at me. “Just you wait.”
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