continued round two of his delicious assault on my body.
I curved my hands around the tablecloth, twisting it, the fabric silky smooth against my palms.
I heard the zip of Noah’s pants, the fabric rustling as he took them off.
He positioned his cock at my opening, then reached down and unbuttoned the mesh shirt I was wearing, letting my breasts out.
He groaned, and then his hands were on me, kneading my tits as he angled himself over me. “Jesus, you are so sexy.” He pinched my nipple so hard I yelped, then pulled back and smacked my tit so hard it jiggled. “Beg.”
“Please.”
“More.”
“Please fuck me.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“To feel your cock inside of me.”
His eyes brightened as he listened to my dirty talk, and he pulled back, then leaned his head down and spit on my pussy. He rubbed his cock over my slit, getting me nice and wet. Not that I needed it. I was so wet already. My juices mixed with his saliva and ran down over my skin.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby,” he said, as he stroked his dick against the outside of my core. “Harder than I’ve ever fucked you. I’m going to make your tits bounce. I’m going to make your pussy come.”
He pushed into me, and my channel tightened around him, taking him, pulling him inside of me. I fought back against my body, resisting the urge I had to come just from the feel of him inside of me.
He pulled out and then pushed back into me, getting me used to his cock, which stretched my opening even with all of the lubrication.
He started going faster.
And faster.
Harder.
And harder.
He pushed into me deeper, his muscles flexing with effort, his hips grinding, his muscular body poised over me as he pounded my pussy.
I cried out and gripped the cloth underneath me, my body stretched to the max, tightly filled by his cock. The desire inside of me engulfed my body, the flames licking all the way from my head down to the tips of my toes.
His eyes were on mine, and he reached down and put his hand on my throat, right above my collar, tightening his grip slowly, applying just the slightest amount of pressure.
He used the grip for leverage, a way to pound into me harder and harder.
I could feel myself about to come again, and I turned my head, because I knew that looking at him was going to make my orgasm come faster.
He pushed his body down on top of mine, and he was nipping at my ear, his hand still on my neck, the pressure becoming a little more intense as he angled his torso so he could fuck me even harder.
I turned my head and moaned, and he silenced me with a kiss, the two of us moaning into each other’s mouths before he broke away, his eyes on mine.
If I looked at him any longer, I was going to come.
So I turned my head back to the side.
And that’s when I heard it.
Vibrating.
I tensed, my toes curling.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight, baby,” Noah growled.
What was that vibrating noise?
Some instrument of torture Noah was going to use on me?
I cast my gaze around the room, my eyes locking on a bluish light was coming from just a couple of inches away from me and shining across the table. Relief flooded through me as I realized the vibrating wasn’t coming from a torture device at all. It was Noah’s phone. He’d set it down on the table, and now it was buzzing right next to me with a text.
My toes uncurled and my body relaxed.
But my relief was short-lived.
Because suddenly, there it was.
A text message.
I wasn’t snooping. The text was impossible to miss – it was right on the screen of Noah’s phone, plain as day. I couldn’t have avoided seeing it even if I’d tried.
The words were innocuous enough:
Got your message. Where shall me meet?
It was who it was from that sent a dagger of fear slashing through my heart.
LAMEUIX.
The same name John had texted to me before he died.
“Fuck, Charlotte, I need to feel you come on my shaft before I shoot my load on you,” Noah breathed. He
I curved my hands around the tablecloth, twisting it, the fabric silky smooth against my palms.
I heard the zip of Noah’s pants, the fabric rustling as he took them off.
He positioned his cock at my opening, then reached down and unbuttoned the mesh shirt I was wearing, letting my breasts out.
He groaned, and then his hands were on me, kneading my tits as he angled himself over me. “Jesus, you are so sexy.” He pinched my nipple so hard I yelped, then pulled back and smacked my tit so hard it jiggled. “Beg.”
“Please.”
“More.”
“Please fuck me.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“To feel your cock inside of me.”
His eyes brightened as he listened to my dirty talk, and he pulled back, then leaned his head down and spit on my pussy. He rubbed his cock over my slit, getting me nice and wet. Not that I needed it. I was so wet already. My juices mixed with his saliva and ran down over my skin.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby,” he said, as he stroked his dick against the outside of my core. “Harder than I’ve ever fucked you. I’m going to make your tits bounce. I’m going to make your pussy come.”
He pushed into me, and my channel tightened around him, taking him, pulling him inside of me. I fought back against my body, resisting the urge I had to come just from the feel of him inside of me.
He pulled out and then pushed back into me, getting me used to his cock, which stretched my opening even with all of the lubrication.
He started going faster.
And faster.
Harder.
And harder.
He pushed into me deeper, his muscles flexing with effort, his hips grinding, his muscular body poised over me as he pounded my pussy.
I cried out and gripped the cloth underneath me, my body stretched to the max, tightly filled by his cock. The desire inside of me engulfed my body, the flames licking all the way from my head down to the tips of my toes.
His eyes were on mine, and he reached down and put his hand on my throat, right above my collar, tightening his grip slowly, applying just the slightest amount of pressure.
He used the grip for leverage, a way to pound into me harder and harder.
I could feel myself about to come again, and I turned my head, because I knew that looking at him was going to make my orgasm come faster.
He pushed his body down on top of mine, and he was nipping at my ear, his hand still on my neck, the pressure becoming a little more intense as he angled his torso so he could fuck me even harder.
I turned my head and moaned, and he silenced me with a kiss, the two of us moaning into each other’s mouths before he broke away, his eyes on mine.
If I looked at him any longer, I was going to come.
So I turned my head back to the side.
And that’s when I heard it.
Vibrating.
I tensed, my toes curling.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight, baby,” Noah growled.
What was that vibrating noise?
Some instrument of torture Noah was going to use on me?
I cast my gaze around the room, my eyes locking on a bluish light was coming from just a couple of inches away from me and shining across the table. Relief flooded through me as I realized the vibrating wasn’t coming from a torture device at all. It was Noah’s phone. He’d set it down on the table, and now it was buzzing right next to me with a text.
My toes uncurled and my body relaxed.
But my relief was short-lived.
Because suddenly, there it was.
A text message.
I wasn’t snooping. The text was impossible to miss – it was right on the screen of Noah’s phone, plain as day. I couldn’t have avoided seeing it even if I’d tried.
The words were innocuous enough:
Got your message. Where shall me meet?
It was who it was from that sent a dagger of fear slashing through my heart.
LAMEUIX.
The same name John had texted to me before he died.
“Fuck, Charlotte, I need to feel you come on my shaft before I shoot my load on you,” Noah breathed. He
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