Page 70 of One Killer Night

“You feel so good. You’re so tight,” he groans.

I whimper, circling my hips into the pressure that’s hitting my clit, as he fucks me harder.

“Noah ...” I cry as he buries himself inside me, begging him for what he’s already doing. “Fuck me. Please, please.”

I close my eyes as the need to come with him rises and falls, dragging me up the mountain, inch by salacious inch.

With every thrust I grow closer, moaning and crying, sandwiched between the coolness of the glass and the heat from his body. Noah grunts and grinds behind with his own urgency, thrusting his cock harder before pulling out slowly and teasing my entrance with his rim.

His lips touch my ear, feathering kisses over my birthmark.

“I love you, killer,” he says tenderly before pounding inside me again.

“Fuck,” I breathe out heavily. My clit pulses as I put the water closer, needing it, wanting to come.

Noah fucks me hard, hammering inside of me, hitting all the right spots and massaging my G-spot each time. I pant as my body contracts and tears fill my eyes because it’s overwhelming.

“Don’t stop. Please.” I can’t move or speak. I’m a prisoner to this feeling. It’s all-consuming. Noah’s cock grows tighter as my pussy contracts, and I flex my hand under his against the glass. “Noah ... I’m ... I’m ...”

“Give it to me, killer. All over my cock.”

Burning white light explodes behind my closed eyes as I squeeze them shut so hard it almost hurts. My back arches like a cat’s as my lips part, and I scream, deep and guttural, feeling Noah chasing his own release until he wraps both his arms around me and bellows.

“Fuck.”

My body contracts and jerks against his as I drop the showerhead, and his hard cock pulsates inside me, filling me with his release. But even though we’ve come, neither of us stops moving. We fuck slowly, his face buried into the crook of my shoulder.

“I love you too,” I finally say back, feeling him smile.

No other words are spoken as the showerhead clicks back into place, the water hitting his back serving as the only sound.

Noah carefully turns me around, and I look up at him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and unsticky,” he says with a smirk.

I nod as he guides me around and back into the water before he lathers a washcloth and washes my entire body, not missing a single damn spot.

Goddamn, how’d I get so lucky?

Noah

“Crap, we forgot towels,” Goldie says, looking around with a smile.

But I wink. “The last box I brought in. It was labeled ‘Bathroom’ and not nearly heavy enough to be anything but towels. I’ll go.”

I rake my hand through my hair quickly, making it spray her before I slip out from the warm shower and cover my dick. She’s still chuckling as I leave wet footprints through the bedroom into the main living area and make my way to the front door.

“Hey, do you want this letter I brought in earlier? Because it’s for you,” I yell, tossing it on the couch before ripping open the box and yanking out a towel.

I don’t hear her answer as I dry myself off and wrap it around my waist before grabbing her one too. But as I turn, her voice drifts out from the bedroom.

“Who’s it from?”

I swipe it off the couch, walking back as I read. “Price and Page ...”

“Noah!” she shrieks just as I walk through the bedroom doorway.

My eyes spring open as her wet body comes running for me. She’s slipping and sliding on the tile as her hands hit the wall to keep herself on her feet, and it makes me laugh, but I also try to save her.