Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
NOAH
We remain like that for a few seconds, neither of us moving, only staring at each other.
I see the change in her eyes a split second before she makes her move and I’m too caught off guard to stop her when she shoves me off of her and rolls away from me.
I jump to my feet, anticipation rippling through though me at the thought of her making me work for what I want. I love how she doesn’t make things easy for me.
I’m aware that I live a privileged life and I’ve always been given everything I wanted on a silver platter.
Most people would kill for my life, but I’ve always hated that aspect of it, so it’s nice to know that she won’t automatically give in to me. It’s nice to have to work for what I want, to prove it matters.
My thought process when it comes to her might be fucked up, but it makes sense to me.
That said, I’m never going to let her off the hook like she thinks I will if she can just keep pushing me away and I’ll eventually get bored.
I could never get bored of her.
Never.
If my girl thinks she can run from me, then she’s delusional.
Actually… that sounds kinda fun.
But not today.
Today, I’m not in the mood for games.
Today, I just need her.
And I need her now.
She goes to leave but I grab her arm and back her against a tree. I tower over her, and she looks up at me with a sexy as fuck defiant look in her eyes.
“On your knees,” I grunt, and she stares daggers at me, not making a move to do as she’s told. “You really going to make me tell you twice? You won’t like the outcome if I do.”
Still, she doesn’t move other than clenching her hands into fists as though she’s either fighting the urge to submit or hit me.
“Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”
I don’t wait for her to comply. Instead, I grab her shoulder and urge her to the ground before undoing my fly and pulling out my dick.
She unconsciously licks her lips, and I swallow a groan at the sight. She hasn’t tried to run from me again, she hasn’t tried to fight me, and she hasn’t explicitly told me no.
She wants this, even if she doesn’t want to want it, I know she does.
Deep down, she craves me almost as much as I crave her.
She presses her lips together as I move forward and I swipe the head of my cock against them. When they stay firmly shut, I make a frustrated sound and reach down, grabbing her chin and forcing her mouth open.
As soon as her lip’s part, I force my cock through them. She grunts but doesn’t go to pull away.
No, she slides her tongue around the head of my dick and hums.
She’s so fucking filthy, I love it.
I’ve imagined her like this so many times, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality.
“You look so fucking pretty like this,” I murmur and thrust forward a little, not enough to make her choke.
Not yet. “You’re a masterpiece, love.” I thrust again, harder this time and she gags as I hit the back of her throat, tears springing to her eyes, but they don’t fall.
“It’s such a shame you had to go and make things worse for yourself by fighting me. ”
My fingers gently card through her hair before I wrap it around my fist and yank her towards me. She chokes and rears back, coughing and spluttering all over my cock, her cheeks wet. “You gonna be good for me, love? You gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours and make it up to me?”
I pause, waiting to see what she’ll do.
I expect her to send me another glare, to fight against me, but she shocks the shit out of me by nodding and willingly taking me back into her mouth.
Fuck. Me.
I don’t hold back my groan this time, I let her hear it, let it spur her on in her movements. I let her explore me with her mouth, licking my length and sucking on the head before bringing her hand up and cupping my balls.
Christ, it feels so fucking good.
Better than I ever could have imagined.
“That’s it, babe. So good. So fucking good,” I praise and give her a few more seconds to get used to me before taking over.
“But I told you that you wouldn’t like what happened if you didn’t listen the first time around, and I never break my promises.”
I take over, fucking her mouth fast and hard until tears are streaming down her face and her cheeks are pink.
She looks so goddamn wrecked, and she’s never looked more breathtaking.
I hit the back of her throat again and again, and each time she gags a little but seems to be getting used to the assault.
She moans around me and fuck, it sends a shiver up my spine and has my balls tingling.
But no.
Not yet.
I’m not coming until I’m inside her and she’s writhing beneath me again.
I reach down and stroke the side of her face, thankful I decided to forgo the gloves this time around so I can feel her skin against mine before I pinch her nose between my fingers, cutting off her air supply.
Her eyes widen, her entire body tensing as fear takes over her features and yet I don’t slow down, continuing to thrust into her mouth at a punishing pace. It only lasts a few seconds, just long enough for me to get close to the edge before I pull out and let her catch her breath.
She bowls forward, catching herself with her hands as she gasps and pants.
“Y-you’re crazy,” she rasps once she’s finally gotten oxygen back into her lungs. “You could have killed me, asshole.”
I snort. “Like I would ever let that happen.”
“You wouldn’t have been able to stop it. What if I have asthma, huh? What if I’d had an asthma attack and I was all the way out here without an inhaler?”
“Well, do you?” I know she doesn’t, but it’s fun to toy with her.
“N-no,” she stutters before muttering under her breath. “Thank god.”
“See? No harm done,” I say cheerfully before holding out my hand to help her stand.
She glares at it like she has a personal vendetta against it—which she probably does since she doesn’t seem to like me very much today—and ignores it, clumsily climbing to her feet by herself instead.
As soon as she’s standing, I spin her around and pin her to the tree once more with my body flush against her back and my face right next to her ear.
“What are you doing?” she grunts.
I chuckle lightly, not surprised in the least that she thinks that would be the end of things. “You didn’t think you were getting away that easily, did you?”
I squeeze her hips, and I grind my dick against her ass. “We need to take care of this first.” My hand inches forwards and I cup her pussy through her leggings.
“Are you wet for me, love?” I ask and breach her waistband but don’t go any further.
“It turned you on, didn’t it? Being forced to take my cock down your throat drove you crazy, huh?
I bet you’re drenched for me. You can lie and say you hate everything about me and what I do to you, but I see right through you.
I know you secretly love it, crave it, think about it when you’re alone in bed at night and fucking yourself with your fingers. ”
I drag her leggings and panties down over her hips until they rest around her knees and she arches for me, her body saying what her mouth refuses to.
I laugh, loving the feeling of her against me and dying to get inside of her.
“So fucking desperate for me.”
“Desperate to get it over with and get out of here,” she mutters, and I take it as the challenge it is.
“So feisty today,” I say and line myself up at her entrance. “I love it. Keep talking dirty to me, love.”
“Never.”
“We’ll see about that,” I grunt and enter her in one quick thrust.