Chapter 55: Missed 3 [ M]
He’s perfect like this—completely undone, utterly mine.
I lean down, my lips brushing against his ear as I murmur, "You feel that? How well you take me?" My voice is rough, edged with the primal satisfaction of seeing him like this—so vulnerable, so open.
Noelle’s response is nothing more than a strangled cry, his hands clutching at the sheets as I pound into him, each thrust deliberate and unrelenting. His entire body moves with me now, his hips rising to meet my rhythm, desperate for more, for everything I’m giving him.
I feel him tighten around me, his body responding to the roughness with an eagerness that drives me wild. Each gasp, each moan, fuels the fire inside me. My control slips further with each passing second until I’m no longer thrusting for him—I’m chasing my own release, hard and fast, driving into him with reckless abandon.
I grab his hips harder, the force of my grip enough to leave bruises, but I can’t stop. The need to possess him, to claim him completely, overtakes everything else. Noelle’s voice, his pleas, his body trembling beneath me—it all pushes me closer to the edge.
I glance down at him, his face flushed and damp with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes are locked on mine, wide and filled with so much desire it makes my chest tighten. The way he looks at me, the way he’s always looked at me—it’s as if I’m the only thing he needs. The only thing that can satisfy him.
That thought sends a thrill through me. I press my thumb against the slight bulge in his lower stomach, where I can feel myself deep inside him. Noelle gasps, his back arching as he presses into my touch.
"Feel that?" I growl, my voice hoarse with need. "You’re so full of me... so good for me."
His response is immediate, his body shuddering beneath mine as his pleasure surges. He’s close again, so close, and I know he can’t take much more. But I’m not ready to let him go just yet.
I slow my pace, dragging it out, savoring the feel of him wrapped so tight around me. His whimpers turn to cries as I pull back, teasing him again, keeping him on the brink. He’s so desperate, his hips moving of their own accord, trying to chase the pleasure I keep just out of reach.