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I lick the tip first, tasting that tantalising bead of pre-cum. He groans, sending a surge of pleasure and pride through me. Eager to drag more sounds out of him, I lick the length of his cock, then take the tip into my mouth, sucking on it.
His hands are on my head. Not gripping my hair like I gripped his, but surprisingly gentle, guiding my head as I slide my mouth up and down his cock, taking him deeper. I build the rhythm, not fast, but steady, until his cock touches the back of my throat. I swallow around him, forcing myself not to cough, and tears blossom in my eyes.
“Fuck!”
I look up in alarm at the sound of Noah’s hoarse voice. He slides his cock out of my mouth, cradling my chin in his hand, wiping saliva off my lips with a swipe of his thumb.
“You need to stop,” he rasps. “I’m so fucking close. If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
“I don’t mind.”
He laughs softly, helping me to my feet. “You’re a living wet dream, you know that? But I didn’t get to fuck you last time, and I’ve not been able to stop thinking about it ever since.”
“Have you really?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He lifts me against him, moving us both to his bed. “Oh yeah. I’ve been thinking about it ever since you sent me that picture of your pretty tits. I thought about it that entire night when you sent me all those pictures of you clubbing. I think about it almost all the time now.”
He drops me against the mattress and I glare up at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He shrugs. “I’m telling you now.”
“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”
Kissing my neck, he takes his cock in his hand, slides it against my pussy, caressing my clit and tracing the slippery slit.
“Go on,” he murmurs against my neck. “Why don’t you tell me more about how annoying I am?”
“You’re so fucking irritating,” I say. He pushes the head of his cock against my entrance and my breath hitches, catching in my throat. My heartbeat is an erratic flutter. What if he doesn’t fit? What if he’s too big for me?
“Keep going,” he says, gliding his lips from my neck to my cheek.
“You’re so fucking irritating and—” He pushes against me. “Your flirting technique is shit. I’m surprised you get any girls, and—oh,fuck!”
There’s pressure, unbearable pressure, and then he’s inside me. He moves slowly, pushing deeper, slowly, giving me time to adjust. My breath is trapped in my chest, which feels too small. Every part of me feels too small right now. He pauses when his hips finally meet mine. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looks down at me.
“You alright, princess?”
I nod. Looking up into his eyes when his cock is buried inside me to the hilt is a whole new level of intimacy. I try to look away, but he cups my jaw in one hand and gently moves my head so I’m facing him.
“Look at me, gorgeous girl.” His voice isn’t commanding, but soft—almost tender. “You feel so good on my cock.” His fingers trace my cheek, move to my neck, to my lace-adorned breasts. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He thrusts in and out slowly, catching his breath. “Pretty little fucking princess.” His voice becomes rough as he takes my waist in his hands, arching my back, fucking me deeper. “Pretty, dirty little princess.”
My thighs quiver uncontrollably, my back arched off the mattress. I clench around his cock with each stroke, his words making me so wet the room is full of obscene sounds. Noah pumps in and out of me, one hand against my waist, one thumb stroking my clit.
He watches me with a mixture of pride and desire, biting his lip as I arch my back. His eyes roam my body, lingering on my mouth, my breasts, my stomach.
With a hard thrust, he drops over me, grabbing my wrists to pin my hands by my head. He’s so deep inside me I can feel him grinding down against my clit, and I swallow a gasp, overwhelmed by sensations.
“You fucking love it, don’t you?” he asks low against my ear.
I nod frantically. “God, oh god, yes.”
He kisses my lips and rocks into me, fucking me deeper, grinding against my clit. He laughs, a rumble against my skin.
“You love it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” he asks. “Pretty little rich girl—you just want to be worshipped. So you love the way I’m talking to you and you love the way I fuck you.” I nod desperately, my voice trapped in my chest. “You love being fucked like the gorgeous little slut you are.” His thrusts become hard and short, and my entire body is tensed and shuddering, poised on the edge of another orgasm. He punctuates each slam of his hips against mine with a growl. “My dirty. Fucking. Princess.”
I come with a cry, my back arching off the bed, my breasts crushed to his chest. My hips move of their own accord, but they are pinned underneath his. He thrusts into me, his thick cock inside my clenching pussy heightening each pulse. His breath becomes sharp gasps and his thrusts become harsher. I hold my breath, waiting for his orgasm, craving his pleasure as much as my own.
He suddenly pulls out of me and fists one hand around his cock, his other hand still keeping my arm pinned above my head. He pulls and comes with a deep groan, spilling himself across my stomach, my abdomen, and even my tits.
