Page 31 of Lust & Lies

NOELLE

MY SAVAGE KEPT SAYING filthy things to me as he carried me upstairs. Things that had my thighs clenching and my panties clinging to my wet folds. Things like, I’m so ready to slide my cock into that tight pussy.

And I’ve been craving that pussy for so long, I even dream about it. Then he blew my mind when he said, I’m going to fuck your pussy until it can’t take any more, then I’m moving to your ass and filling it up too.

My ass? I liked butt stuff? Who knew? But I was okay with it. Every filthy promise had me growing wetter, hotter, throbbing for him. By the time we made it to the room, I was damn near ready to cum right then and there.

Aiden kicked the door closed, the sound echoing like a warning of what was to come. He strode across the room and sat me on my feet in front of the bed. The moment I was standing, my knees nearly gave out.

I swayed, dizzy from wanting him so badly. Who knew you could get dizzy from being sexually overstimulated? Before I could fall, Aiden placed his arm around me, his large hand splaying across my lower back.

He stood there, towering over me, his heated gaze burning a path down my body. I swallowed but didn’t look away. I couldn’t take my eyes off my man, with his sexy ass. His forehead lowered to mine.

His words slid over my skin like a caress when he whispered, “You haven’t been out of the hospital for long. So, remember to tell me if I’m being too rough.”

Those words sent a heatwave coursing from my head to my toes. It pulsed between my thighs, my pussy clenching just imagining what too rough with him would feel like. Honestly, I had a feeling that for me, there was no such thing as too rough!

According to him, I liked butt stuff. What could be rougher than that? I was ready for whatever my savage delivered. My body was already begging for him before he even laid a hand on me. And then his hands were on me.

He squatted in front of me and grabbed the hem of my top, pulling it up slowly as I stared down at him. He shocked me when he pressed his lips to my stomach, kissing each inch of skin he revealed as he lifted the shirt.

My breath hitched when his lips brushed the dip of my navel. He nipped lightly, teasing, then soothed the spot with a slow lick before lifting my shirt higher. I raised my arms and let him pull the fabric over my head.

He tossed it toward the closet, and I heard it land on the floor. I swear, we had to find a better way of discarding our clothes, or our home would always be a cluttered mess. After throwing off my shirt, his mouth was on me again.

He kissed the underside of my breast through the thin lace of my bra, the heat of his tongue searing me through the fabric as he retraced the path with his tongue. My nipples pebbled instantly, aching for more.

He stripped the bra away and sealed his mouth over one of my nipples. My knees damn near buckled as his tongue swirled, his teeth grazing me before he sucked my nipple. I moaned, back arching.

His mouth trailed across the top of my breast, down my ribs, then lower still. He kissed the jut of my hipbone as he worked my pants down, his knuckles brushing against my thighs on the way.

Each touch set off a spark of arousal, leaving me gasping for more. He crouched in front of me as I stepped out of the pants. Tossing them behind him, his lips brushed the inside of my knee, then the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

He peppered my skin with kisses, his lips and tongue mapping a slow path straight to my pussy. He continued upward, stopping just shy of where I needed him most, frustrating the hell out of me.

Sir, hurry up and take these panties off me so you can lick the rest of me.

“Fuck, Noe,” he muttered against my thigh, his voice vibrating straight through me. “You’re shaking already.”

I was. From head to toe. Shaking and aching and wanting. The sight of my husband crouched before me, hands pressed against the back of my thighs, lips grazing the inside of my leg, made my whole body hum.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged, pulling them down. I watched, hoping, praying he’d kiss me there. I quickly stepped out of the underwear. This man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

His nostrils flared, chest rising and falling rapidly like he was fighting for control, as if just the smell of me could undo him.

That had to be one of the sexiest things I’d seen him do.

My thighs trembled, pussy dripping wet to the point that I was surprised my juices weren’t racing down my thighs.

“You smell delicious,” he whispered, opening his eyes to stare at my pussy, who loved the compliment so much, she was throbbing.

“Come closer so she can thank you,” I told him, ready to put my pussy on his tongue.

“Tell her to be patient,” he drawled as he kissed along my thigh, each press of his mouth coaxing a whimper out of me.

My fingers threaded through his hair, tugging, begging him to go where I wanted him most. Instead, he slowed down, taking his time, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the softest parts of my skin like he was branding me.

By the time his mouth hovered just above my clit, I was trembling, desperate for more. His breath caressed me there, warm and teasing, but he didn’t dive in. Not yet. Instead, he rubbed his hands up the back of my thighs until he was gripping my ass.

“Is this pussy ready to thank me?” he asked, voice deep.

“Yes,” I whispered, arching my back and bringing my pussy closer to his face, closer to his mouth as his grip on my ass tightened.

His mouth hovered there, so close that each breath he took made me quiver. I’m pretty sure he was doing it on purpose. Then, finally, his lips pressed against where I needed them most. But he didn’t lick me there, he kissed me.

The first kiss was featherlight, a tease, a tender peck against my clit. The second was pure possession, a tongue kiss that pulled a sound out of me that I couldn’t hold back, half-moan, half-whimper.

His tongue curled around my clit as his lips wrapped around it.

My hips jerked, loving the feel of his mouth on me.

I rocked against him as his tongue flicked over my pussy.

Then it slipped between my folds, savoring me, tasting me, driving me wild with pleasure.

I couldn’t control the way my body was moving against his mouth.

“Aiden,” I gasped, my fingers fisting his hair, needing him deeper, harder, more.

He groaned against me, the vibration sinking straight into my clit, and I cried out louder. His mouth moved with a rhythm that had me writhing in his hold, his tongue circling, teasing, then flicking until my legs shook.

He licked me like he’d been starving, like this was the only meal he’d ever wanted, like he hadn’t had this pussy in his mouth hours ago. Then again, he had skipped breakfast. My poor savage must be hungry.

As his wife, it was my job to make sure he stayed fed. My pussy gave him more nourishment, growing wetter and wetter for him. Every glide of his tongue, every wet kiss, every soft nip made me moan louder, my hips bucking up to feed him more.

“Thank me louder, baby,” he rasped between licks, his voice rough and hungry. “Let me hear how much you appreciate this tongue. Let’s make my dick jealous.”

O.M.S!

Oh. My. Savage!

I gave him what he wanted. The sounds of pleasure that tore out of me were foreign to my ears, shameless and raw, echoing through the room as his mouth worked me. He groaned again, almost as if my cries were feeding him, spurring him on.

His tongue slid deeper, pressing harder, until I was clawing at his shoulders just to hold on. That coil inside me tightened, my body straining, desperate to break apart, and he knew it, felt it.

His grip on my ass pulled me closer, locking me against his mouth while he took me higher, higher, until I was moaning so loud, I was pretty sure they heard me down at the orchard.

“Yes, Aiden. Don’t stop,” I cried, voice breaking, my thighs trembling.

He growled low, the sound vibrating straight through me as he sealed his mouth around my clit and sucked. My hips bucked, my head fell back, and the moan that tore out of me was loud enough to rattle the walls.

Every swirl of his tongue, every wet kiss, pushed me closer until the pressure snapped. My climax ripped through me hard, my body jolting against his mouth as wave after wave rolled over me.

I sobbed his name, clawing at his shoulders, barely able to breathe as he held me against his face and licked me through it. He didn’t let up, not even as my legs shook and I begged for mercy.

“Don’t run from it, baby,” he murmured against my clit. “Take every stroke of this tongue. Let me drown in you.”

His hands locked around my thighs, keeping me open, keeping me still while his tongue drew every last drop of pleasure out of me. By the time he finally pulled back, I was gasping, trembling, utterly wrecked.

Licking his lips, he stared up at me and growled, “That thank you didn’t sound sincere, wife.”

My eyes widened as I struggled to catch my breath. “What?” I inhaled deeply again and released the breath slowly. “What do you mean?” I rasped. “Look how wet your lips are. It doesn’t get any more sincere than that.”

“You didn’t scream my name loud enough, beautiful. You can do better. I know you can.”

I gasped when his tongue traced the line of my hipbone before he finally stood. Aiden pulled me tight against him, his chest pressed to mine, the hard length of him digging into my stomach. I wanted it to dig into this pussy.

I was just about to tell him that when his lips claimed mine in a kiss so deep it made me dizzy, his tongue sweeping against mine with wild abandon. After ending the kiss, he picked me up, which was becoming a habit of his.

He climbed onto the bed with me, carrying me to the center of the bed. He didn’t stumble. He didn’t fall. This man was impressive. My savage eased me backward onto the bed until my head was resting between my pillow and his.

He grabbed both pillows and tossed them behind him, and all I could think was that now I had to wash those pillowcases before putting them back on the bed. Oh, well. Sex first, cleaning later.

Spreading my thighs wide, he knelt between them, eyes peering into mine. His hands slid down my arms until he reached my wrists. Gripping them, he slid them up until they were aligned with my head, holding them there, pinning me down.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” he whispered.

“Me too,” I told him as he released one of my wrists and placed his hand against my side, caressing my skin, making me shiver.

“Is that pussy ready for me, love?”

I nodded, throat dry, heart pounding, pussy purring. His hand slid down my side, moving to my waist, causing my stomach muscles to tighten in anticipation of what was to come.

“How wet is that pussy, baby?” he asked, lowering his forehead to mine.

“So wet,” I admitted.

“I’ll see for myself whether she’s so wet or not.”

“Please do,” I whispered.

I’d barely gotten that last word out before he was kissing me. His mouth crushed down on mine in a kiss so deep and rough it stole the air from my lungs. He could have it. I didn’t need to breathe anyway.

Right now, all I needed was that cock. My hips jerked, my body already begging for more, begging for all of him. His tongue caressed mine as his fingers slid from my waist, skimming along the inside of my thigh.

Even the slightest touch had me arching my back, my body primed and ready. His hand slid between us, fingers parting me, stroking through my slick heat. I gasped into his mouth, legs spreading wider.

“So wet,” he growled against my mouth, voice ragged now. “This sweet pussy missed me.”

I whimpered, desperate for more. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against mine as his thumb pressed against my clit.

“Aiden,” I whispered when he slid a finger into my tight channel.

“Damn, baby,” he groaned, sliding his finger in and out of me. “You’re soaking wet for me.”

I was. His fingers knew that. Now I wanted his cock to know it. He slid his fingers from my slick heat and gripped his cock. He teased me with the tip, sliding it against my silken folds, coating himself in my essence.

I kept hoping it would slip in, but it didn’t. He was in complete control of that thang, and he seemed determined to tease me until I couldn’t handle it anymore. I was panting now, desperate, rocking up to meet him, trying to take him in.

“You want this dick?” he rasped, sliding his cock between my wet folds again.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Say you’re mine,” he ordered.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, barely holding it together.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours,” I cried, my voice trembling.

“Say you’re all mine,” he told me as he eased the tip in a bit.

“I’m all yours, Aiden.”

“Promise you’ll never leave me,” he stated, inching in a bit deeper.

“Never,” I rasped. “I’ll never leave you.”

“No matter what,” he added. “Say it.”

“Please, Aiden,” I gasped, wanting to be filled already. “I need you. I need you inside me.”

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I’ll never leave. No matter what. I can’t be without you, Aiden. Now give me that cock. All of it. Please,” I begged shamelessly. “Give me all of it, please.”

“My good girl.” His mouth brushed my ear. “How could I not give you what you want when you beg so sweetly? Now, take all of me.”

Yes. Yes. Give me all of it.

My savage proceeded to do just that.