I gasped from the sudden fullness as his cock penetrated me. Pulling out, he thrust in again, slipping deeper inside me.
Soft whimpers escaped and I couldn’t lie still anymore.
His fingers dug deep into my asscheeks as he grabbed me hard and pulled me back on his cock. My fingers twisted into the sheets as he plunged in with rough, hard strokes.
Deep guttural groans escaped him as he thrust into me.
I did my best to stay quiet. There was no way I could let anyone come into the room to see him fucking me like a rag doll. My rising pleasure deepened my humiliation.
This is what Noah wanted. My punishment and humiliation at his hands. It had nothing to do with desire.
“You’re barely making any sound,” Noah grated through clenched teeth. “You have no idea what it does to me.” His hard thrusts drove me deeper into the mattress. “I like it when you don’t fight. I like it when you submit.”
Was this Noah’s fetish? Have a girl be as quiet and still as a corpse when he fucked her?
Through the haze of lust, I realized something about him. This was probably the reason why Noah Amhurst stayed away from girls on campus. His brothers were practically manwhores, but he always maintained a cold, aloof personality.
I’d come upon his weakness but it wasn’t something I could use to my advantage.
Noah’s powerful thrusts stayed steady.
Eventually, my body grew so tired I stopped fighting. My mind shut down, my body reveling in the feel of his cock impaling me.
Noah grunted over me. His hands tightened painfully on my hips as he drove his cock deep into me. White-hot cum burst inside me, filling me to the brim.
He kept thrusting inside me until he completely emptied himself.
The sounds of my harsh, erratic breathing mingled with his pants and groans. He pulled out of me without a word and got off me.
Too exhausted and battered, I continued to lie on my stomach.
“Mine,” he breathed. Leaning down, he bit my ear again.
Thick drops of cum dribbled onto my thighs. All my resistance was extinguished out of me. I lay still, wishing he’d leave me alone.
A bright flash followed the sound of a camera’s click.
Turning around, I saw Noah pointing his phone at me.
“Stop that!” I cried, pulling a blanket over me.
A cold smile lit his beautiful face. “This is to make sure you stay quiet.”
“Trust me,” I hissed. “No one will ever know.”
“You’re such a mess but so beautiful,” he said, staring at me with a strange look in his eyes.
Covering myself with the blanket, I watched him getting dressed.
“I hate you,” I hissed.
He grinned. “I hate you too.”
22
Camilla
The few days until the weekend kept me on my toes. I stayed at my apartment but the feeling of comfort and safety seemed to have been stolen.