I turned toward the thicket of woods to the east in time to see a man step out of the sliding glass doors of the house next door. He carried a tray of something toward what looked like a barbecue and lifted the lid.

“Noah,” I whispered. “A guy just walked out of the neighbor’s house.”

“Then I guess you better be quiet, huh?” His grunts were quieter than normal, but he continued to fuck me without so much as a pause in his stroke. “You make a sound, you’ll draw his attention. Unless you want him to hear you.”

Noah found my clit and began to work the little oh-my-God-that-feels-so-fucking-good spot with an expert rhythm. He sucked the lobe of my ear into his mouth and bit down on it. I couldn’t stop the resulting moan and my head fell onto his shoulder.

“Shh, he’ll see you.” It helped matters not a bit that Noah’s voice was all sexified. “And once he sees how good you look being fucked from behind, he’s going to want you for himself. Remember what I said about not making me hurt someone, Lanie?”

Turning my head to the side, I bit into the flesh of Noah’s hand at my shoulder to stifle my sounds. He’d do it; I really believed that. Noah was possessive and ruthless, and judging from what he’d gone through in his past, there was no doubt in my mind he’d do whatever he felt necessary to make sure he never had to endure that type of heartache again. And I wasn’t a bit spooked by it. In fact, I coveted his possessive nature because I wanted to be possessed. Screw anybody that said it wasn’t a healthy relationship. If it worked for us, what business was it of theirs anyway?

“Just a little bit more, kitten. Just a little … bit … more,” Noah whispered into my ear as his hips met my backside.

I could feel my walls tightening, squeezing his cock while that unbelievable pressure in the pit of my stomach continued to build and build, ready to snap. I knew I needed to get off quick because Noah would hold out on getting his until I came first, increasing the odds that we would get caught. He was such a selfless lover. And he didn’t mind if we got busted, but I did.

I held my body away from the unforgiving stone exterior of the house with one hand, and maneuvered my other down to join Noah’s. We worked together to bring me to my boiling point, and then the lid rattled on the pot.

I bit down harder on Noah’s hand with a moan that was nowhere near quiet, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances. The neighbor apparently heard something, as he looked around, but never in our direction. I supposed the fact the house was empty played to our advantage, as he obviously hadn’t expected the noise to come from the cottage.

“Fuck, I love it when you get dental. Harder, kitten,” he urged me, and I complied with his request. I could hear his grunted breaths at my ear, the urgency of his thrusts matching the intensity of my bite. He was ready, his control slipping.

“Come on, kitten,” he growled into my ear. “Give it to me. Come on my cock.”

That was all it took. My walls clamped down around him and constricted rhythmically with my orgasm, and I couldn’t say for certain that I wasn’t drawing blood with the force of my bite. Noah came, hard but silent. His hips jerked to and fro and I could feel his cock pulse inside me with each wave of orgasmic release. And then the weight of his body fell against my back.

“Hey! What are you two doing over there?” I heard a male voice call out. Both Noah and I snapped our heads in the direction of the neighbor’s house to see the man starting in our direction with his hand poised over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

“Oh my God!” I shrieked.

“Guess it’s time to go.” Noah laughed as he quickly pulled his dick out of me and we both scrambled to pull our pants up.

Once I had my jeans over my butt, I took off toward the safety of the limousine, adjusting my clothes as I ran along and hoping I didn’t fall flat on my face. Noah was laughing his head off as he followed behind. If I hadn’t been terrified the neighbor would catch up to us and see who we were, I would’ve turned around and tackled him for almost getting us caught.

It was a good thing the other house was so far away. Hillsboro was a very small town, a town where everyone knew everyone else. That meant the neighbor guy very likely knew my father. I didn’t really think Mack would appreciate the fact that Noah was scrogging his daughter in broad daylight. And in public to boot. My mother would probably be all teen-girl squealy, but my dad? He had lots of guns in the house—guns that went boom and made your heart stop beating.

So there I was, running for my ever-loving life without the ability to clean up after our quickie, which probably meant my jeans would be stuck to me like glue and I’d have to peel them off later. Samuel was standing at the opened door to the limousine with an I-know-what-you-two-little-slut-puppies-were-just-doing look on his face. Noah was laughing behind me, and a man who was perfectly capable of ratting me out to my father and ending Noah’s life as we both knew it—or at the very least, causing the beheading of the Wonder Peen, which I was definitely not cool with (the Cooch seconded that)—was potentially chasing after us. My heart was beating a gazillion miles an hour, and I was pretty positive that wasn’t normal. As soon as I reached the car, I avoided Samuel’s knowing eyes and dove into the backseat. My hand flew to my chest in a vain attempt to calm my wildly beating heart.

I needed to exercise more, and a little bit of Jesus in my life probably wouldn’t have hurt either.

Noah plopped down in the seat next to me, unable to catch his breath because he was laughing like a stupid hyena. I smacked his shoulder, and he crossed his arms to shield his face like he knew that was target numero dos, all while still laughing.

“Stop it! It’s not funny, Noah!”

“I’m … sorry,” he managed to get out between deep breaths. “You were so scared … and running … and it was just so damn cute.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from him. Yes, I pouted, a fact I was not very proud of, but I did it nonetheless.

“Aww, come here, kitten,” Noah cooed as he wrapped his arms around my unforgiving body and pulled me into him. “I love you.”

“My dad would cut your balls off and eat them for breakfast, and I’m a little partial to them,” I whined.

Yep, that’s right, whined. But it was Noah Crawford and his colossal cock. Do the math and tell me you wouldn’t have whined at the prospect of it going bye-bye.




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