CHAPTER 39 - Noah Black #3
It's just us, and even knowing it's wrong not to use protection, right now, all I care about is being inside her as fast as possible.
I position myself at her entrance and start to slide in, feeling every inch of my flesh embraced by hers. Her pussy clenches around my tip, and I try not to roar like a wild animal.
“How can you be so big?” she exclaims, her voice tired, stroking my ego.
“Don't you like it?”
“Of course I like it,” she shoots back, and my body tenses with each inch that disappears inside her. “I love everything about you, babe.”
Babe…
Sweet and cursed word.
And she alone strips away my self-control, making me slide in with a single thrust.
“Ah…” she moans, digging her nails into my arms.
“You're too perfect, and I'm one lucky son of a bitch to have you like this,” I growl, starting to move. “But it can't be any other way because you belong to me, just like this greedy pussy of yours,” I add, remembering she likes hearing me talk dirty.
I grip her waist, watching the marks form on her pale skin as I thrust my hips forward, going as deep as I can and she allows. We lose ourselves in a mixture of sweat, whispered moans, and pure desire.
I thrust, Noah receives me.
I grunt, she moans.
Our bodies fit perfectly with each new thrust, and my cells burn along with hers, sending electricity through every inch of skin where we touch.
My favorite place in the world is no longer the lake—it's inside her. That's exactly why it was impossible to fuck anyone else.
My cock has been ruined since the night at the lake. The bastard only gets hard for her, only accepts her body. It would be a betrayal to touch another woman when I know I belong only to her.
We're not just a couple in love.
We're the missing pieces of each other.
Our scars have fit together since the first time we saw each other, and even our souls stayed connected when we were apart.
We belong to each other in this life and in all the ones to come, and in each one, I want to keep burying myself deep inside this addictive pussy.
The word mine floods my mind, driving my thrusts faster. I won't last much longer, but still, I try to hold on as long as I can. I pull away, feeling the cold hit me, but before she can protest, I flip her onto her stomach.
“Stick that hot ass up for me,” I order, and like a good girl, she does as I say. “Can I spank you, Noah?” I ask, sliding my dick back into her pussy as she looks over her shoulder. “Not to hurt you, just so you can feel it.”
“What if I don't like it?”
“You tell me, and I'll never do it again.”
“Go ahead…” she stammers, and I see anticipation screaming in her eyes.
“What about this?” I bring my hand down lightly.
“I didn't feel it…”
“And like this?” I use a bit more force. “Or better like this?” I spank her good, but before worry can set in, she smiles.
She smiles!
I'm so fucked!
“Can you spank the other side like that?”
“Son of a bitch!” I curse, doing exactly what she asks, and the sound echoes through the room like music.
“I think I like getting spanked this way.”
“And I love spanking you, Butterfly, but only enough to give you pleasure.”
She opens her mouth but swallows her response when I thrust into her again. I lower my gaze, taking in the phenomenal view of my cock stretching her and her ass raised toward me. To make it even better, I spread her cheeks, letting my eyes fall on her asshole.
“Today I'll make your pussy burn from how much you feel me inside it, but one day you're going to give me this ass.”
“Mmm…” she moans again, and I keep moving.
I fuck her on all fours, and when I feel she can't take anymore, I finish with her on her side. As soon as my cum drips down her legs, I let the monster inside me settle, knowing he'll wake again soon, and with each new fuck, he'll consume her a little more.
I'll show her how pleasurable sex can be, whether it's calm or intense. I'll leave my mark so deep that one day Noah will only remember me and my cock taking her to absolute ecstasy.
“I’m going to sleep for a week,” she murmurs, making me smile. “You wrecked me, but I still love you.” My chest tightens at the declaration, and I turn her so she’s facing me.
I raise my hand with my heart racing, afraid of getting it wrong, yet willing to try.
I love you too. I sign, and her eyes widen. I love you in every way and every form. Naked or dressed. Speaking or signing. Whole or in pieces. I just fucking love you, Butterfly.
You really learned. She responds in sign language, and I nod. I’ll never get tired of loving you, of being grateful that you’re just you.
“Soon you’ll thank me by marrying me and becoming a Trevor,” I say, letting the words slip out. “And no, there won’t be a proposal because you don’t have the option to refuse.”
“Noah Trevor,” she says, trying out her new name.
“I like how it sounds. And about the proposal”—she puts her finger on her chin thoughtfully—“I don’t expect you to make one.
I just expect that on some ordinary day, you’ll take me to the altar and show the world that you’re mine.
That now your shadow has another beside it, and that other one is never leaving. ”