Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Noah
Mine
I have to think about dead presidents so I don’t come. Savannah is tight and wet and warm and I want to stay inside her forever.
“You won’t break me,” she says with another kiss, as if this isn’t the best sex I’ve ever had. Like I’m struggling to come rather than straining to stay in the game.
I adjust our position, lifting her leg so I can go in deeper, filling her with every thrust as she gasps and moans my name.
Before long, our rhythm gets faster, and I try to hold off, but I’m coming harder than I ever have, and she’s right there with me, screaming my name as her pussy clenches around my dick.
I kiss her, propped on my forearms so I don’t crush her under my weight. I’m still inside her, but she’s holding me like she’ll never let go, and I don’t think I want her to.
I wait until we catch our breath and my heart stops pounding before I pull out and lie on my back, pulling Savannah into me.
I’m in trouble, but I can’t bring myself to care about anything other than the woman in my arms, resting her head against my shoulder…
Mine.