I thrust back inside of her, filling her dripping cunt as much as I can. Her wild, tired breaths get pushed aside in favor of deep, hungry moans as I rock her against the headboard. She extends her arms upward, locking her elbows and taking every buck of my hips like a goddamn champion.
“Mr. Snow,” she moans, strands of her hair invading her mouth.
I bury my face in her shoulder, pinning her down and listening to every noise that tumbles out of her mouth. “Fuck, Nora,” I growl. “You make me want to tear you apart.”
She scratches my back, laughing. “What’s stopping you?”
I raise my head to crush my lips on hers. She plucks my bottom lip between her teeth and sucks on it, a move that nearly makes me explode.
I groan as everything tightens. “Can I come in you?” I ask.
She moans. “Yes.”
I let my head fall again. I close my eyes, focusing hard on the feeling between us. My cock bursts and I pump a few times until I just can’t anymore. Fuck, she feels good. Inside and out, Nora Payne is exactly the pretty, little plaything I’ve always wanted.
I stop to breathe. Her hands roam my body, moving up my sides and down my back. She runs her fingers through my hair and kisses my forehead. It’s a perfect cocoon of warmth and comfort, one unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
I slide out of her, instantly missing her tight clench but it won’t be the last time. I’m sure of it.
I look up and her face looks about as dumbfounded as I feel. “What is it?” I ask, still out of breath.
“That was just...” Her voice falls away.
“What?”
She smiles. “Intense.”
I laugh. “Come here.”
Nora leans in, meeting me halfway with another kiss.