Chapter 12
Twelve
Noah
Motherfucker!
If I thought I could easily tame Andie Moore into submission, I was dead wrong. She’s a kitten with hidden claws that will strike when you least expect it.
You won’t find me complaining, though. If anything, it only makes my dick harder than it already is.
The wet patch on her purple lace panties and the smell of her arousal permeating through the air have me losing the control I pride myself on. I rip apart my shirt, with an animalistic growl, the buttons flying across the room, falling God knows where.
Andie again proves me wrong by gleefully smiling at my wavering restraint instead of running away at the first sign of roughness.
In the next second, I’m dropping down to my knees and pulling her to the edge of the bed, making her squeal in surprise. She tends to do that a lot in my presence.
I plant her legs over my shoulders as she readjusts herself on her elbows, and her heated eyes drink up my naked chest, and I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I might puff it out just a little bit, loving the way they admire it.
My fingers lightly trail over her legs—legs with skin so fucking soft it should be criminal. Her chest rises and falls, her breath short as her pupils dilate, nearly swallowing the blue.
I replace my fingers with my lips and drop feather-light kisses from her ankle to her luscious thighs—thighs my hands are currently branding with their grip on them.
Her dress is bunched up at her waist, giving me an unobstructed view of her wet panties. With my thumb, I trace her waistline, seeking her permission, and she nods.
“When you’re with me, Andie,” I lean closer and blow on her lace-covered pussy, making her moan, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound ever. Apparently, my dick agrees with the way it wants to rip the pants apart and slide right into her.
“You use your words every time I ask you something,” I finish, my voice sounds husky even to my own ears. “Do you understand?” I blow once more, loving the way she writhes.
“Yes, please,” she mewls, her hips bucking from the bed, seeking friction as she tries to close her legs.
“You don’t get to come without my permission,” I growl, pushing out her legs and stopping her from closing them.
Her eyes flare with desire. “Inside the bedroom, I’m in charge. Alright?” I ask, being the greedy, filthy bastard that I am, and nuzzling my nose in her panties, taking a long drag of her arousal.
Fuck she smells like honey.
“Yes, okay,” her head falls back on a moan, pushing her pussy forward.
Satisfied with her quick submission, I praise her. “Good girl.”
Though when I let that pass my lips, I did not expect her to react the way she did. Her panties get wetter if possible, and her elbows finally give out as she falls back on the bed, her sexy moan reverberating.
“I think…I think I came a little,” she whispers, her voice laden with lust.
Fuck me!
Andie Moore likes to be dominated inside the bedroom and has a praise kink that turns her on like a fucking light switch.
This might be the sexiest fucking discovery I’ve ever made.
Impatient and slightly annoyed at being unable to taste her cum or her pussy, I rip her underwear apart, the tearing sound echoing in the room along with Andie’s surprised gasp and the curses that leave my mouth at the sight.
She’s soaking wet.
Her pink pussy is gushing before I’ve even touched it. She’s so damn sensitive.
When my eyes latch back onto her, she’s looking at me with apprehension marring her features, and I don’t like that one bit. She has nothing to worry about. And there’s only one thing I can do to prove to her.
Bunching her tattered panties, I bring them to my nose, her breath hitching at the action. The heavenly scent has me closing my eyes and groaning. Already addicted to her scent, I slide them into my back pocket.
These are never going anywhere.
Opening my eyes, I focus back on her wet folds, and finally, finally let myself taste the forbidden.
My tongue peeks out and glides over her slick folds, my eyes cataloging each and every expression on her face.
“Yes, Noah. Please…” Her face scrunches in pleasure, her head falling back on a moan as her fingers dig into the blankets for dear life.
Massaging her clit with my fingers, I thrust my tongue inside her pussy. The thin layer of hair on her mound tickling my nose.
I groan at the taste of her, my other hand freeing my rock-hard cock from the confines of my pants. Only when my cock is finally free do I feel like I can breathe again.
I slurp her juices like it’s holy water. Then I thrust two fingers inside of her without warning. That tips her slightly over the edge as she reaches out her hands and pulls at the roots of my hair, the delicious pain causing me to growl right against her needy pussy.
“Oh my God!” she cries out. That sends full-body tremors through her body, her thighs trying to clamp around my head.
Pushing her legs outside and spreading them even more, I pinch her clit for insolence. Andie cries, her hips bucking, pushing her pussy into my mouth, desperate for more.
My left hand splays across her body and hooks itself in her shoulder, keeping her in place while I have my meal. Soon, the telltale of an incoming orgasm has her walls closing in around my fingers.
“I’m gonna…I think…” she sputters, unable to form words with the pleasure coursing through her.
I increase my efforts, loving her response to being eaten out. “Look at me when you come on my tongue and fingers,” I command.
Like the good girl she is, she obeys as her eyes flutter open, her long lashes streaked with tears, skin wet with sweat.
Pinching her clit once more, I thrust my tongue and fingers deeper than ever before. Andie’s orgasm soon overtakes her, wracking her with tremors as her pussy clenches around me.
She moans, her parted lips gasping for air as she pants like she ran a fucking marathon.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
It hurts to look at her. Despite that, I can’t fucking look away.
“Give me one more, Andie,” I groan against her pussy, sucking on it like my life depends on bringing her another orgasm.
Her head falls back with my continued assault, overstimulating her senses. She shakes her head, her hair fanning around her like an ethereal being, an angel.
“I can’t…Noah…it’s too much…” she cries out, her eyes squeezed shut.
“You can and you will,” I declare before diving right back into my newfound heaven.
The ache in my balls tempts me to grab my dick, and like the mere mortal that I am, I succumb to the need to stroke it with my left hand.
Eating a woman out has never made me this hard, this desperate to jerk off. And so I do exactly that while I lap her up, not wanting to waste even a single drop of her cum.
Andie’s eyes fall on me, tracing my hand where it meets my dick. “You’re jerking off?” she chokes, her words barely escaping her lips with the pleasure she’s experiencing.
“Fuck right I am. This is the sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted,” I growl and blow on her center again, her body overtaken by violent tremors. Her pussy clenches around my tongue the second I push it in.
The first stroke of my cock causes a shiver to run down my body, my spine tingling as a knot forms in my stomach, my balls tight and cock ready to burst. But I need her to come before me.
“Come for me,” I command. The moment I thrust three fingers inside of her warm and tight pussy, sucking on her clit, she detonates the second time, this time stronger than before.
Her mouth opens on a sharp cry, her hands fisting my hair in a death grip as her thighs clamp down around my head, keeping me in place, not like I’m going anywhere.
“NOAH!” She comes with the cry of my name on her lips. I’ve never loved my name as much as I do when she screams it.
Fuck!
“Yes, ride my tongue just like that.” I don’t let up and coax her orgasm out of her, letting her ride my face into oblivion.
I follow her soon behind, my own orgasm blinding me, my body rocking back and forth on my knees. My movements turn faster both on her pussy and my cock as I milk the last drop out of us both, licking her up, cleaning her until there’s nothing left.
Andie falls back on the bed, panting hard with the force of her climax. She’s exhausted, and yet she looks stunning. I can’t admire this woman enough.
When my knees start to hurt, I pull her dress down and tuck myself in. Heading into the washroom, I grab a wet towel and walk out to clean her, only to find her passed out exactly as I left her.
Her long lashes adorning the apple of her cheeks, her parted lips blowing away an unruly strand of hair.
I wonder what they taste like—her lips. Do they taste like the lips between her legs, like honey, or do they taste like the strawberry chapstick she so often wears?
My tongue peeks out, licking my bottom lip, wishing it were hers instead.
But then the rules I fucking devised, knock on the forefront of my mind, warning me this is a bad idea.
Shaking my head and diffusing the absurd fucking thoughts away, I move forward and clean Andie.
She’s so spent that she doesn’t even bat an eye while I do that and moans lightly, causing my dick to twitch again.
You just came! Calm down! She’s asleep for fuck’s sake!
I rebuke my cock like it’s normal.
Cursing myself to hell, I pick up Andie and tuck her in comfortably. Pulling back, I stare at her flushed skin, messy hair, and parted lips.
Fuck! It’s like she belongs in my bed.
Get your head on straight, NOAH!
She doesn’t belong anywhere in your life. All she is is your best friend’s sister, whom you happen to help in secret.
That’s all.
It’s just fucking sex.