Chapter 9 #3
“Sometimes, I take the beach for granted,” she said as the wind gusted over her hair. “I need to come visit more often.”
“Did you grow up here?”
Bobbing her head, she answered, “Yeah, I grew up in Havenwood.”
Noble smirked. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. I grew up in building C, right by the park.”
“I used to be over there a lot. My auntie lived there, and I would always go hang with my cousins. We probably crossed paths.”
“No, I don’t think so because I would’ve remembered you.”
Noble looked forward, appreciating the serene feeling encompassing him.
He hadn’t felt peace in a long time. There was always something on his to-do list. A risk he had to take.
Nothing was simple until now. Irish represented something in his life that he needed but his guilty conscience wouldn’t let him accept that.
“Havenwood makes me sick,” she revealed, capturing his full attention.
“What you mean?”
Irish licked her lips before answering. “It reminds me of my childhood, which was… chaotic. The only time I visit now is when I have to go check on my mother.”
“She’s still there?”
Scoffing, Irish replied, “Yes and she will never leave. She loves living in the past but ignoring the key moments.”
Noble picked up on the disdain evident in her voice. He had just peeled back a layer of Irish. There was some sort of discord between her and her mother. He had always been told that mother/daughter relationships can be tricky. They’re either best friends or enemies. No in between.
“My relationship with my mama ain’t great either. You not alone.” He was unsure of what made him share that fact. Maybe it was her vulnerability that had infected him.
“You know what I don’t understand.” She faced him.
“How do parents fuck up so badly and be able to move on like nothing ever happened? That has always amazed me, ya know. It’s like do they think they’re exempt from raising their children the right way?
Or do mothers think because they sacrificed their bodies to bring their children into the world that it makes them above reproach? I don’t know… I think about it often.”
Irish’s speech made Noble wonder. Lyra’s fuckups were mountainous, yet she still paraded around making him the bad guy when he rejected her.
Everything about Lyra angered him. He was able to swallow some things but there were times he gagged on the demise of their relationship.
Her decisions had changed his life forever and unfortunately, Noble knew he would never see her in the same light he once had.
“I’m sorry for making the night so gloomy.” She giggled. “It’s just when I think about my childhood, I get really bitter about it.”
Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, Noble brought her close. “You don’t have to apologize. I want you to tell me whatever is on your mind.”
Irish looked up, gazing at him with eyes that he would proudly get lost in.
Noble knew he should’ve cut the cord on whatever connection they possessed.
It would’ve been smart on both of their parts, but Noble’s selfishness coerced him to keep exploring.
Irish had something he needed. He didn’t know what it was, therefore, he couldn’t walk away just yet.
Not when he was getting to the core of what they were creating.
Noble gazed at her for a while before he turned her head and kissed her lips. Every time their mouths met, it felt like the first time. Like a burst of excitement that he couldn’t contain.
“Let’s go back to my condo,” he murmured, pecking her lips.
She grinned. “Oh, you want a part two?”
“Yeah, but this time I’m driving.”
She angled her head, flashing him a sweet smile. “Let’s go.”
Noble hovered over Irish, flashing her with his sable eyes.
Lust was apparent as he kissed her lips.
The room was dark with a slither of the moonlight beaming through the black-out curtains.
This time, Noble didn’t allow her to lead.
He made sure of it by laying her down and pinning her arms over her head.
“You know I gotta get you back, right?” he asked in a deep tone that made her body vibrate in anticipation.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Turn around.”
Noble raised up, allowing her to turn and pose on her arms and legs. Irish was naked as the day she’d entered the world, allowing him to marvel at the sight of her toasted brown coating. His calloused hands rubbed her ass before he slapped her cheek.
“Ooh.” She licked her lips.
Spreading her ass, Noble’s tongue was introduced to her clit.
Her eyes closed voluntarily while her back arched.
Irish hadn’t felt this in so long it almost brought tears to her eyes.
The warmth from his tongue made her limbs shiver with ecstasy.
Irish had never been so aroused in her life.
She attempted to swirl her hips to meet the movement of his tongue, but Noble slapped her ass.
“You not in control.”
Biting her lip, she arched her back even further as he trailed down to her opening.
“Noble,” she moaned, trying her best not to take over.
His tongue teased her folds then went back to her clitoris.
Irish was so ripe, ready to release all of her essence.
He feasted like a man who had years of experience in fucking women.
Noble alternated from her center to her bud so meticulously that Irish had to hold back the wave of pleasure threatening to flood the both of them.
“Oh, baby, nobody has ever devoured me like this,” she confessed.
On a scale of good to amazing, Noble was exquisite. Irish’s mind had drifted to another galaxy. He had complete control over every part of her body. Whatever he wanted, she would serve on a diamond platter.
Noble’s finger invaded her wet place while his mouth sucked the life out of her clit. Irish’s orgasm was so close to cresting that she had clenched her teeth to hold on. Yes, she wanted to erupt but she needed to feel this spell called Noble’s tongue a little bit longer.
“This ain’t fair,” she griped.
No man’s tongue should feel like a combination of fire and desire. Noble was precisely breaking Irish down like a cigarillo. Irish’s arms were the first to give out before one of her legs buckled.
“Oh, Papa, slow down.”
Noble did anything but that. His fingers sped up, massaging her walls with an accuracy that would produce a torrential orgasm.
She tensed for a moment, coaxing her mind to relay a message to her pussy to hold on.
There was much more to enjoy but when that final lick brushed against her bud, Irish’s legs shuddered.
“Oooooohhhhh, fucking Nobllee!” she screeched, gripping the sheets between her clenched fingers.
So many sensations descended on Irish all at once. Her body heated to a dangerous temperature, evoking passion to burn through her. An orgasm that powerful should’ve come with a warning label. She should’ve gotten a head’s-up that Noble could do glorious things with his tongue.
Irish had just plummeted from the best high she’d ever experienced before she was placed on her back.
Remnants of her climax provoked her walls to thumps subtly.
Noble was back between her legs with lips so moisturized from her juices that she immediately kissed him.
Tasting her own flavor, Irish sloppily feasted on his tongue, wishing she could eat him.
“I’m about to fuck you so hard, Pumpkin. You ready?”
“Yes, Papa, fuck me.”
Noble pinned her legs back and slid into her pussy. The gasp that left her lips bounced off the walls. Every time with Noble was like the first time. His dick filled her, sliding in and out like it was made just for him.
“Oh, this dick too good…”
Noble crashed into her, generating sensations that she knew she’d never experience with any other man.
“Yes, like that.”
Irish gripped his back as their skin collided, creating a nasty melody of lovemaking.
“You gon’ give me that nut, Pumpkin ‘cause I need that.”
Irish didn’t think she could be any more inebriated by Noble. However, each time he plunged into her wetness, she felt drunker.
“Give it to me now,” he ordered.
The first flex of her walls made her jaw slack, the second caused her eyes to squeeze shut as pleasure rippled through her body.
Every nerve had been marked by Noble. The tingles and contractions of her flesh felt like a drug being pushed into her veins.
She needed this feeling. Wanted it so badly that Irish wouldn’t feel any shame if she begged for it.
“Papaaaa,” she groaned before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
“I love when you listen, Pumpkin.” He kissed her lips.
Sitting up, Noble flipped Irish over and pounded her from the back.
It felt so good to feel his dick bullying her pussy.
Noble had that good dick that made her want to go cook a full Thanksgiving meal.
The kind that would have her outside of his building, waiting for him to come home.
It was lethal. It was dangerous and Irish suddenly needed it.
Abruptly, Noble withdrew from her pussy. “Come catch this nut, Pumpkin.”
In a swift motion, Irish turned around and wrapped her lips around his dick. She sucked profusely until she tasted the fruits of their lovemaking. After she was done, she looked up at Noble who smiled at her.
“I wanna split that pussy some more. Come ride me, baby.”