Page 32 of Lust & Lies

NOELLE

HE GROANED, THE SOUND damn near primal as he pushed forward, easing that cock into me. He moved slowly, and I could feel every damn inch of him as he filled me, stretching me open around his thickness.

My pussy clung to him, squeezing, fluttering, fighting to take him all in. Damn, this man was big. And thick! I could hardly believe I’d had all of this in my mouth. And he wanted me to believe I could take it in my butt.

I don’t know about all of that. I was pretty sure my ass couldn’t stretch that wide, and if it could, that probably wasn’t a good thing. My back arched off the bed, a ragged moan slipping free as the pressure built, as my body adjusted to accommodate him.

The burn of the stretch made my eyes water, but the ache was drowned out by the pleasure winding through me. Releasing my other wrist, he placed both hands on the side of my head, caging me in as he stared down at me, eyes blazing with lust.

His brows drew together, jaw clenching, muscles straining as he pushed deeper. I raised my hands to his chest, thumbing his nipples, making him shudder as he sank into me, inch by inch. A groan escaped him as his eyes drifted shut.

“Look at me,” I whispered, wanting to stare into his eyes as he filled me.

He obeyed, gaze returning to mine. The desire that burned within those dark depths damn near set the bedroom on fire. Trailing my hands from his chest to his arms, I could feel the tension in his muscles as he sank deeper into me.

He paused halfway, chest heaving like he was savoring how tight I was around him. He stayed that way for a moment, not moving, but I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me. He was taking his time with me. But this pussy was growing impatient.

When I tried to buck up, desperate for more, he groaned, “Stay still.”

I whimpered, legs trembling, my pussy throbbing around the thick length already buried inside me. But he hadn’t given me all of it. And I wanted it all.

“Aiden, fill me...”

“Not yet. I don’t want to hurt you. It’s.... been a while for us,” he growled.

My sweet savage. He was trying not to hurt me with that monster cock. But I’d taken it in the past. I could take it again. Pleasure and pain went together like peanut butter and jelly. Like cheese and crackers. Like... Like... Like Aiden and Noelle.

“My body was made for you,” I told him, rubbing my hands up his chest and over his broad shoulders, before finally clasping them behind his neck. “This pussy was made for your cock,” I continued, loving the groan he released when I said that.

The look in his eyes told me he was ready to prove me correct.

“Go deep, Aiden,” I whispered. “I want the pleasure and the pain. I’m not scared. I can take it. I promise. Fuck me, savage.”

The groan he emitted made my pussy convulse around his cock. And then he was pushing deeper, feeding me another inch, then another until my toes were curling and I was clasping my fingers tighter around his neck.

My sweet savage continued pushing forward, muscles straining, sweat beading his skin. My pussy bloomed for him, welcoming him home. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated, every inch of him buried inside me.

My pussy was stretched around every thick, pulsing part of him. My body shook, caught between the ache and the ecstasy. I was finally one with my husband. Later, I would process that. Later, I’d dwell on why this moment had me blinking back tears of joy and hope.

Later, I’d think about the emotions this moment made me feel. Right now, I wanted to focus on the pleasure. I felt full, stuffed with cock. And I wanted more. More movement. More kisses. More of Aiden.

“More,” I demanded, breathless.

With a deep groan, he gave me more. He slid out of me until only the very tip was left. And then he slammed into me with a force that caused the bed to rock. I gasped, shocked at the sensations that thrust sent spiraling through me.

The groan he emitted made my pussy and mouth water. The pleasure was damn near overwhelming, and I had to breathe through it as he did it again, rocking our bodies and causing the headboard to slam against the wall.

“Fuck, Noe,” he groaned, sliding almost completely out of me, then driving into me again, fucking me just the way I wanted.

The pace he set wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t tender. It was savage. It was a man claiming his wife after being unable to touch her for so long. I could feel his desire, his longing in every stroke.

I could hear it in his moans, in the way he kissed me. His body missed mine, and he was ready to make up for lost time. Each thrust was a reminder that I belonged to him. As if I could ever deny it!

I couldn’t imagine myself being loved or fucked by anyone else. No one could cherish me the way my savage did. No one could feast on this pussy the way he did. I’d thought his tongue was divine, but his cock was outshining it.

The headboard slammed with each drive of his hips. My legs hooked around his waist, pulling him deeper, angling him so every thrust hit that spot that made me cry out. And cry out I did. It should be embarrassing how loudly I was moaning my man’s name.

“That’s it. Sing for me, baby,” Aiden groaned as he fucked me, his hands sliding underneath my body to grip my ass.

He held me against him, pounding me harder, fucking me deeper. My mind could barely process the sensations I was experiencing. I clung to him, nails now biting into his shoulders as his grip on my ass tightened.

He hauled me tighter against him, grinding up into me. My body shuddered, pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. I stared up at the ceiling, barely seeing it as he trailed kisses along my jawline and down my neck.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he whispered against my skin. “This sweet pussy was made for this cock.”

My pussy clenched at his words, thanking him for his compliment and hungry for more. He groaned like he felt every ripple of it. His fingers flexed against my ass, holding me there as he drove into me.

Groaning his name, I met him thrust for thrust, rocking against him, loving the friction our bodies created.

“You like that?” His voice was a low rasp, his tongue flicking over the curve of my ear. “You like me telling you how perfect this pussy is for me?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my legs locking tighter around his waist. “Fuck, yes.”

He growled in approval, the sound vibrating against my throat.

“It’s not just this pussy that was made for me, Noe. You were made for me,” he told me as he drove into me. “Your body was made for my body. Your heart was made for my heart. Your soul was made for my soul. We were made for each other. Nothing and no one can change that.”

His sweet words brought tears to my eyes as his cock made my pussy tear up, soaking him in my juices. He fucked me like he was trying to carve himself into my soul. Like he wanted to replace every lost memory with this, with us.

With the sound of skin slapping against skin, ragged moans, and tangled sheets. These new memories were ones I prayed I would never forget. I never wanted to forget this feeling. I always wanted to remember what it felt like to be wrapped in his arms, filled with his cock.

The sounds of his groans were music to my ears. My body was growing slicker. He was gliding in and out of me with more ease now. Each slam of his body into mine brought me closer to the brink of insanity.

Closer to the edge of chaos. The pleasure in me was rising higher, coiling tighter until I felt like I was about to explode. My nails dug into his back. My thighs trembled. My breath came in broken gasps.

I was close. So close. No. Fuck close. I was there, at the edge, about to fall. Fuck... I was falling.

“I’m gonna cum,” I choked out.

“Do it. Cum for me, baby,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Let me feel it. Rain on my cock, beautiful.”

I obeyed, body shattering, pussy tightening around him, the orgasm hitting me so hard I cried out his name. He followed me over the edge, his body jerking, cock pulsing inside me as he poured himself into me with a raw groan.

My pussy milked him. His cock filled me with his cream. We rocked together, holding on to each other as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into us, through us, over us, leaving us wrecked.

We rode that wave of ecstasy, letting it take us out to sea. We got lost in each other, lost to the pleasure, lost to the sounds of our moans mingling together. Lost to the feel and the joy of our bodies uniting as one.

He groaned my name again before collapsing on top of me, spent, breathing hard, skin damp. My chest heaved as I held on to him, trying to catch my breath. He stayed there, buried inside me, heartbeat thudding against mine.

I was thankful that he wasn’t looking at my face. Thankful he couldn’t see the tears streaming from the corners of my eyes. I was happy. And it was the strangest sense of happiness I could ever recall feeling.

I was happy to be one with this man. Happy that he hadn’t run when I’d pushed him away. Happy that he’d stayed by my side when I didn’t even know he was there. Happy that I’d given my heart to a man who’d kept his vows.

Through sickness and through health.

I felt whole, complete. Like something that had been missing since I’d awakened had finally found its way home. I blinked rapidly, trying to get a hold of my emotions as his cock twitched inside of me.

“I love you, Noe,” he rasped against the crook of my neck. “So fucking much.”

Holding him closer, I whispered, “I love you, too, Aiden. Now and forever.”

We remained that way, wrapped in each other’s arms for the longest time. Our bodies were slick with sweat, hearts still racing. Neither of us spoke for a long moment. We didn’t need to. Our bodies had said everything we’d needed to say.

I’m yours. You’re mine. Nothing can change that.