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“And don’t you fucking forget it,” he orders and comes over to take my hand.
He turns me away from him and bends me over the bed, dropping to his knees behind me and dragging his tongue between my folds over and over again.
His tongue spears my pussy while one thumb moves over to handle my clit, adding just enough pressure to send me over the edge. I can feel the electrical storm gathering between my legs, the tightness intensifying, the hunger growing while Noah fucks me with his tongue. I listen to his rapid breathing, the slick sound of his mouth making love to my pussy like there’s no tomorrow. His thumb flicks my button, pressing harder and harder each time.
I hold on tight to the bedspread, hands balled into fists as I struggle to breathe.
“Come for me,” Noah says. “I want you to come all over my face, Stella.”
“I’m coming Noah! I… OH!” I cry out.
The orgasm shatters me. My core explodes, and I unravel against his mouth, gushing like a fountain. He takes everything, licking and constantly teasing my clit until he drains my very being of everything. He then rises to his feet and plunges into me with his cock.
He’s got one hand on my shoulder, his grip firm and strong. The other is on my hip, making sure I don’t move an inch from where he’s got me as he rams into me, pounding and thrusting and giving me all and more than I’ve ever imagined. The surrender is absolute. The madness is inebriating. The lust consumes me, body and soul.
“You’re mine,” he grunts with a harder push.
“I’m yours… Yes, I’m yours.”
“Make yourself come.”
I bring one hand down, my fingers sliding between glazed folds, first forming a V around my hole so I can feel his cock slide in and out of me before I focus on my swollen clit. Damn, it’s so wet and tender, bulging and in desperate need of another release.
“I want to feel you let go,” Noah says.
“Yes, sir.”
Gradually, I work myself into the next level while he constantly screws me out of this plane of existence. He fills me, then leaves me, he thrusts and pulls back, he spreads me wide with each thrust.
I whimper as I feel the ball of tension tightening, as I clench my pussy tightly around his perfect cock. “Right there, right there,” Noah groans as his grip on my shoulder tightens.
“Don’t stop!”
I’m so close. The orgasm comes with a vengeance as myriads of colors swirl through my head. My pussy clenches as Noah spills deep inside me. I feel him pulsating, shooting his seed. I’m breathless and dismantled as he fucks me deeper. I hold him close, my core locked and draining him of everything he’s got. He is mine, and I am his. Sweat drips down my back.
“You’re mine,” Noah whispers. “You’re ours.”
“I’m yours.”
11
Stella
It takes a while, but I finally manage to get Theo to come down to Scarborough the following weekend. I got lucky, though, because she’s actually getting some time off for Christmas and New Year’s Eve; otherwise, she wouldn’t have made it.
While that heiress’s presence in the bed and breakfast still irks me to hell and back, Noah did a fine job of dispelling some of my doubts on the matter. The idea of where this will end still lingers, though. I know it’s not meant to last. I know it’s supposed to be fun and not much else, despite what Noah said to me that afternoon. I want to believe I’m his. Theirs. I really do.
But reality has a tendency of biting me in the ass.
For the time being, I simply go with the flow and enjoy every moment I get with these men. It makes me feel like the woman I’ve always been, the woman I damn near forgot about during my marriage to Elijah, and even Theo notices.
“Girl, there is something different about you,” she says, grinning as she swirls a teaspoon in her cup. “I can’t put my finger on it, but there is definitely something different.”
“Whatever do you mean?” I reply, trying not to laugh.
We’re seated in one of our favorite spots in Scarborough, a café that has been around for as long as I can remember. It smells of pumpkin spice and mince pies during this time of the year.
Outside, the sun shines brightly, and the sun hides behind thick clouds, and there’s a snowstorm coming later after lunch. I expect to be back in Cape Elizabeth by then. The woods and the heating at the inn and a glass of brandy will take the edge off.
