Page 31 of One Killer Night

“Fuck yourself with me.”

I swallow under his palm, the motion thick in my throat because it’s so dry. I start to rub, but Noah grabs my hand, again saying “Get it wetter” before sliding two of my fingers inside me, along with his cock.

“Oh god,” I groan gutturally before they’re pulled out and put back on my clit.

Sex, sweat, and all the sounds that go along are ripe in the air, conducting our symphony of lust. He grabs the back of my leg, pounding inside me, still stretching me as he looks down between our bodies, watching me roll my fingers over my clit.

“Fuck, you just got wetter,” he groans before kissing the hell out of me.

We fuck with no words. Just grunts and moans. His hands are in my hair now, pulling the strands as he hammers inside me like he’s possessed. The faster he goes, the faster I do, too, reduced to the basest instincts, chasing the sweet relief we both need. I contract from the inside, tightening around his cock, rubbing the walls of my pussy all over him.

“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you. Let me make this tight pussy cry.”

I slap the bed, gripping the comforter because I can feel it happening. My legs tighten around him unevenly as my orgasm builds, pooling in my stomach, making my clit throb and feel numb.

He all but forces the air from my lungs, fucking me faster and faster with decadent ruthlessness as my fingers move in desperation.

“Come for me. Do it,” he growls out. “Let me fuck you into bliss.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes . . . fuck me . . .”

My body’s tensing so hard, wanting it, needing it, until all I can see is searing, white-hot light behind squeezed-closed eyes.

I come so hard that I scream, my back arched, bucking off the bed as my legs open mercilessly wide, and my hands sting from the force of my grip on the blanket.

“Noah.”

“Oh fuck. You’re so tight ...”

Noah’s voice is so strained I can barely make out his words as he hammers into me, over and over, gripping my leg hard enough I’m sure it’ll leave a mark.

“You have the sweetest goddamn cunt,” he whispers to himself, lifting his body off mine before throwing my leg over me to fuck me sideways.

His large hand grips my hip as I lie breathless, panting, barely able to control the shaking in my body as I stare up. He’s solid, tensed muscle from jaw to stomach as he locks eyes with me.

“Again,” he demands, rolling his hips impossibly hard and fast as a trickle of sweat bleeds over the sheen on his body.

“I can’t,” I whine, my body already beginning to prove me wrong.

The look on his face is determined and almost menacing as he narrows his eyes. The urgency he’s fucking me with is unrelenting as his thumb slides between my ass cheeks and presses the taboo spot.

I gasp, immediately rocked by another spasmed, quieter orgasm ripping through me.

His guttural growl bellows and echoes throughout the room as he stills, almost grinding his teeth as his abs pulse before he exhales harshly and falls behind me.

“That was ... incredible,” I whisper before licking my dry lips.

His arm wraps around my waist before he drags me closer, making me squeal as his smile blooms against my back.

“Gimme like thirty minutes, and we’ll do it again.”

I giggle. “Can’t forget the ‘ors.’”

Noah nuzzles my neck, peppering kisses behind my ear.

“Looks like a sun,” he whispers, making me smile because he’s found my birthmark.

“It’s how I got my name. My mom said she just knew I was destined to be a Goldie with a birthmark like that.” I feel him smile against my skin again. “How’d you get your name? Lemme guess, a love of animals and water?”