His hot breath was on my ear. “See? I told you, but you just have to be so stubborn, so defiant, don’t you?” His hands rubbed up and down my back in a soothing motion as he continued. “Will you please let me decide when you’re ready now? I might have a little more experience than you at this sort of thing.”

I nodded in acquiescence, still holding my breath and unable to talk. Noah lifted me off him slowly and cradled me in his lap. He pushed my hair out of my face and stroked my cheek. “I promise there will be plenty of fucking over the next two years, and I really appreciate your eagerness to please both yourself and me. It’s what made it too hard for me to take care of you back there in the bedroom.”

Normally his assumption that I was all hung up on him and his dick would’ve earned a snarky response from me. But to be honest, I didn’t have it in me. It really did hurt and I felt defeated. Plus, he was right: I was all kinds of hung up—on his dick, not him.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew it wasn’t normal for me to feel that way about someone I was supposed to hate. I did still hate him, but something totally messed up was going on in my brain and body. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome or something. I guessed my not exactly being his hostage ruled that out. And I wasn’t really being forced to do anything against my will; I’d signed the contract, even decided the terms of said contract. I didn’t know whether I was coming or going, but I really wished I’d been coming.

He lifted my chin and softly kissed my lips. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he whispered with his forehead against mine. “This whole thing was supposed to be about pleasure, not pain.”

“Yours, not mine,” I reminded him.

Noah closed his eyes and sighed before sitting up. “At first? Yeah.” He sighed again and watched as his hand caressed the swell of my breasts. “I want you to feel good, Delaine.”

Me too. What did he think I’d been trying to do all morning?

I lifted myself from his lap and turned to face him. My fingers twitched, wanting to touch his hair, so I granted them that small favor. He reached for my hips and pulled me to him, his mouth suckling my breast. But I needed more. So I put one foot on the bench seat beside him and nudged him on the shoulder until he released my nipple and sat back. Then I did the same with my other foot and hoisted myself up into a standing position, my body dripping wet. Double Agent Coochie was directly in front of his face, and she puckered her lips for a kiss.

Noah cupped the back of my thighs to offer further support and keep me from falling. He looked up at me, his hazel eyes a kaleidoscope of colors questioning my intent.

I gave him a half smile and said, “Make me feel good, Noah.” Then I laced my fingers through his hair and nudged his head forward.

He smiled at me, his eyes lighting up with desire as he bit down on his bottom lip and shook his head. “Where did you come from, Delaine Talbot?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth was on me, placing openmouthed kisses on my folds, sucking the skin into his mouth while his tongue did that magical thing it did. My head dropped back and I moaned loudly, letting him know just how good he was making me feel. His fingertips were firm against my thighs, demonstrating his strength and assuring me that he wouldn’t let me fall. My fingers worked through his hair, urging him closer. Then his very talented tongue dipped inside me and I loosened my hold to allow him movement to thrust it in and out.

“God, I should be paying you,” I moaned.

His tongue swirled around my clit and then he lightly grazed the swollen bundle of nerves with his teeth before gently sucking on it.

“Right there,” I mewled, pushing my hips closer while pulling his hair to keep him in place.

He kept sucking on my clit while flicking his tongue over it quickly. That inexplicable glorious pressure was building in my girly bits as my legs started shaking. Noah brought his hands up to cup my ass and held me to him. He maneuvered until his fingers were grazing my opening, but he didn’t enter. Instead, he went to the puckered skin of my ass and pressed until one finger was inside me.

“Holy fuck!” I screamed out as I came.

My insides exploded and my body started to convulse. I might have been afraid that my knees would buckle and I would fall if I hadn’t been so completely overwhelmed by the sensations radiating through every molecule of my body.

“That’s right, kitten.” His husky voice dripped with lust, even though his mouth was still on me. “Feel good for me. Feel good, only for me.”

My hands had such a tight grip on his head, shoving his face into my pussy, that I wasn’t sure how he was able to make any coherent sounds. I wasn’t even sure how he managed to breathe, let alone talk. He sucked my clit into his mouth again and moved his finger slowly in my ass, causing another orgasmic wave to shoot through my body. I was seeing little tongue-shaped stars by that point and I didn’t know how much more I could take, but I wasn’t going to stop him.

However, I did let my fingers relax in his hair so that he could regain some freedom of movement. He apparently thought that meant he had permission to stop, because that’s exactly what he did.

Note to self: the next time Noah Crawford has his face buried in your pussy, do not let go of the back of his head.

“Come down here, baby,” he urged me as he put his hands behind my knees to help me down.

I sank down onto his lap and immediately claimed his mouth with my own, wanting to show some appreciation for the pleasure he had given to me.

“That … felt … so good,” I managed to get out between kisses.

“Yeah?” he asked with a conceited grin.

“Yeah,” I said, pressing my sensitive pussy against his hard-on. “I want to make you feel good now.”

“Delaine …,” he warned.

“I know, I know, but I don’t think it will hurt. If it does, we’ll stop, okay?”

I wanted to do it, plus I was still so horny for him, even though he’d just gotten me off. I didn’t know how to explain it. All I knew was that I really wanted to make him feel good, and I didn’t think that sucking him off was going to be enough to show my appreciation after what he had done for me. I wanted him. I wanted his cock buried deep in me.

“Please?” I begged pathetically.

“I want to … really fucking bad,” he said, squeezing my hips and moving me against him. “But we shouldn’t. Not yet.”

His hands stilled on me as he turned his head away. And then in this really detached and commanding sort of voice, he said, “We’re going shopping today. Go on up to the room and get dressed. I’ll use one of the other bathrooms.”




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