“Here? In the foyer?” I asked.
He shot a hard look at me, lifting his eyebrow as if to say I had some nerve to question him. “Did I stutter?”
The Cooch gave me a mental high-five, and then she pulled out her mini DVD recorder and started filming, yelling, “Quiet on the set! Action!”
In one swift movement, Noah had shoved me to my knees and the colossal cock was sprung from its prison and waving a long-time-no-sucky-sucky at me. And I was pretty sure that was a tear on the slit of his head.
By all means, let me kiss that tear away, Your Colossalness. After all, big boys aren’t supposed to cry, and my oh my, you are big.
Noah let out a hiss when my tongue came out and swept up the drop of pre-come on his tip. The corners of my mouth twitched triumphantly, and I proceeded with my torture. I gave him an openmouthed kiss, and then let out a greedy little moan as my lips wrapped around his head and I sucked hard.
“Fucking shit, goddamnit,” he growled, yanking my head away by my hair.
I would be lucky if I wasn’t bald by the time he was done with me.
He looked down at me, his voice deep and husky. “Oh, you want to play dirty, do you? I can do dirty.” His words slithered through the air and lapped at the sensitive spot between my thighs like a serpent’s tongue. “Seems you need a little reminder of who’s in control here, Delaine.”
He grabbed the base of his dick with his free hand and bent at the knees to push the head past my lips. “Stay just like that,” he ordered. “I’m doing the fucking here. You do the sucking.”
Holding on to my head with both hands, he started thrusting in and out of my mouth, showing no mercy and pushing in as deep as the confines of my mouth would allow, which meant he was hitting the back of my throat. Truthfully, I was struggling to keep up. Noah’s cock hadn’t exactly shrunken over the last couple of years. My mouth was stretched open as far as it could go, but I still managed to apply some pressure with my lips, curling them in around my teeth to keep from shredding his glorious cock.
“Harder, Delaine. Suck me harder,” he ordered in a growl that shot straight to my girly bits and caused them to start doing a little tearing up of their own. Seriously, I needed a drip pan or something for all the basting the Cooch was doing.
His hips surged forward, hitting the back of my throat and giving me a little more than what I could comfortably take. I gagged, the motion causing my throat to tighten around the head of his dick. Noah shouted a string of profanities and pulled out of my mouth, yanking me up to my feet. His mouth came crashing down on mine in a ferocious kiss.
With the strength and speed of a superhuman, he threw me over his shoulder and took the stairs two at a time. He didn’t stop until he’d reached our bedroom, kicked the door open, and thrown me on the bed. Shoes and clothes went flying across the room as he undressed us both with urgency. And then my hips were lifted off the bed, my legs thrown over his shoulders, and my neck bent at an awkward angle as Noah’s face plunged between my thighs—right where I wanted it.
“Oh, God!” I cried out at the feel of his lips, tongue, teeth. He was eating me alive, and it was the most delicious feeling in the world.
His fingers spread my folds open, the fleshy pink of my hidden treasures exposed as the pads of his fingers worked my clit in circular motions. It was an erotic performance of his extreme capabilities, and I had a front-row seat to the show. I saw and felt his tongue push into my opening, long and thick as he stroked me from the inside out. Then his fingers smacked at my pleasure nub, spanking it in quick succession with the perfect amount of force.
“Noah … please,” I begged, squirming as much as I could given his crushing hold. I bucked my hips forward, wanting more, even though his face was completely buried in my pussy. He held my lips open and sucked at my clit, his tongue making quick flicking motions over the hardened bud. Then he sucked my clit into his mouth again, hard, pulled back on it, and let it go with a pop. Once again he sucked it in and pulled back excruciatingly slowly before letting it go and eyeing it while licking his lips.
“Your pussy is the sweetest in the world, Delaine. And it’s mine!”
I loved his possessive nature, but keeping in character, I felt it necessary to remind him of one thing. “Just until tomorrow, asshole,” I said, my voice dripping of defiance.
Noah bared his teeth and growled at me, his face contorted in anger—he was an exceptional actor. None too gently, he lifted me from the bed and pinned me against the wall with his body.
His lips were at my ear, hot breath panting heavily. “You’ll be banging down my door within two days, begging for my cock,” he said while gripping my ass and lifting me off the floor.
“Not bloody likely,” I seethed back even as I wrapped my legs around him.
In retaliation, Noah sank his teeth into the tender flesh where my neck met my shoulder. Hard and unforgiving, he thrust his hips forward and entered me.
I cried out in pleasure, throwing my head back against the wall. My face scrunched up and I clenched my teeth, welcoming the raw, primal feeling. It was exactly what I wanted, what I needed.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he said with a smirk as he wound my hair around one hand and held me with the other. He pulled out and slammed back into me, the force of his thrust pushing me up the wall with a jerk.
“You fucking love my cock,” he snarled, punctuating each word with a rigid plunge that went deeper and deeper inside me. “You can try to deny it all you want, but you and I both know I own that pussy, Delaine.”
I dug my nails into his back, holding him to me as the power from his thrusts drove me up the wall and back down again. I buried my lips into the crook of his neck, sucking and tasting the salty sweat of his passion mixed with fury.
This was my Noah. This was the man who could drive me to the brink of insanity and then yank me back before I had a chance to fall over the edge. And then he’d do it all over again until finally he let me go and I plunged into the stormy sea of orgasms that raged below the jagged cliff.
Fucking Noah was an extreme sport. And oh, what a rush it was.
I came, calling out his name as he grunted with each surge of his hips. And then my body was a wet noodle in his arms.
“I’m not done with you yet.” His voice was demanding, assertive. He pushed our entangled bodies from the wall and carried me over to the couch. That couch was where he’d first fucked my mouth, and a montage of frames from that encounter flooded my thoughts: Noah standing over me, dominating, with one foot propped up on the couch while he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of my mouth.