𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕

“C’mon, it’s not that cold!” your older brother calls, already knee‑deep in. You narrow your eyes; you’ve known him long enough to recognize that mischievous grin. Why wouldn’t the ocean be cold?

“I know you better than that, Jolly. You lie!” you shout, barely daring to dip your toe into the water.

“Stop being a baby!” he laughs, sending a splash your way.

You flinch as the droplets hit your face. Being splashed is your personal trigger, something about it sparks an instant, irrational fury. You’re ready to yell when suddenly strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. You shriek, kicking wildly as you’re lifted off the ground. Of course it’s Noah, you can tell by the height of the lift and the manic laughter spilling from him.

Cold salt water rushes around you, stealing your breath. You squirm free, kicking toward the light until your head breaks through the surface. You gasp, exhaling hard, flinging your hair back as droplets scatter in the sun. Strands cling to your cheeks as you swipe them away, blinking the sting of salt

“You dick!” you growl, smacking him square in the chest.

From the side of you, Jolly’s laughter cuts through the wind, loud and obnoxious. You don’t hesitate, you scoop up a handful of water and send your own miniature wave crashing into his face.

“God, you both are so annoying!” you shout, though you’re grinning now.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Nick and his fiancée strolling toward the water, all calm and composed, while Nicholas and his girlfriend ease in slowly, testing the temperature like civilized people. Must be nice to take your time, to not be ambushed by lunatics who think drowning you counts as bonding.

Noah’s grin widens when you glare at him, water dripping down your chin. “You look like a sea monster,” he says, voice rough with laughter.

“Better than looking like a drowned rat,” you shoot back, flicking water at him.

“Admit it,” he says, stepping closer, eyes glinting with mischief. “You have fun with me.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. “I find you really fucking annoying.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he runs a hand through his soaked hair. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

Jolly stares at you then at Noah, he’s not dumb; he knows what’s going on and he’s not sure what to think about it. You shove Noah lightly toward the deeper water.

“Go bother someone else before I drown you for real.” Jolly chimes in. He gives Noah a look, one that says, ‘That’s my sister, fuck off.’

“Do it!” You yell, walking over to the other four, hoping it will keep you safe from Noah. “Drowned him!” You joke.

Noah shakes his head, “You guys would miss me too much.”

Nicholas and his fiancée finally wade in, laughing as a wave crashes against their legs. Nick and his girlfriend are already waist‑deep, tossing volleyball back and forth. Why did it have to be a volleyball? No one knows.

Jolly, of course, decides to turn it into a competition. “Alright, teams!” he shouts, scooping up the ball mid‑air. “Losers buy dinner!”

You groan. “You just want free food.”

“Exactly,” he grins, tossing the ball to Noah. “Us three versus those four. Don’t let me down!” He laughs, but you know he’s somewhat serious.

The game begins with laughter, shouting, waves crashing, everyone trying to keep the ball airborne while dodging Jolly’s dramatic dives. Nicholas’s fiancée shrieks when he misses a catch, and you’re laughing so hard your stomach hurts.

You’ve lost track of the ball until something slams into your face… hard. The shock steals your breath. Your hands fly up instinctively, pressing against your nose as pain spreads. For a second, you think you might throw up. There’s numbness and burning all at once, and the world tilts.

“What the fuck, Noah!?” Jolly’s voice cuts through the chaos, followed by the sound of splashing, fast and frantic.

Then Noah’s right there, so close you can feel the heat of his body against the chill of the water. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he blurts, voice cracking with panic. His hands find yours, trying to peel them away from your face. When he finally sees the blood streaming down your nose, his expression changes, guilt and fear tangled together.

“Pinch your nose,” he orders. You obey, and in one swift motion, he scoops you up, one arm under your back, the other beneath your legs. The water drips from both of you as he strides toward the shore.

Jolly’s beside you, jaw tight, anger radiating off him. “You’re an idiot,” he snaps at Noah, but his eyes keep flicking to you, worry softening the edges of his voice.

“Is it broken?” you whisper, dazed, the world still spinning.

Noah glances down at you, his brow furrowed. “I don’t think so,” he says, though his voice wavers. “But we’re gonna check anyway.”

On the sand, Nick and Nicholas rush over, their laughter gone. Nicholas’s fiancée grabs a towel from the cooler, pressing it into Noah’s hands. Nick’s girlfriend hovers nearby, biting her lip.

“Jesus, you fuckin nailed her,” Jolly mutters, shaking his head.

Noah ignores him, crouching beside you as he presses the towel gently against your nose. “Hold still,” he murmurs, his voice low now, careful. “I swear I didn’t mean to—”

You cut him off with a muffled laugh, the sound half‑groan, half‑tease. “You’ve got terrible aim.”

He exhales, relief flickering through his eyes. “Guess I’ll stick to music instead of sports.”

Despite the pain, you can’t help but smile, because even bleeding and dizzy, you can sense the softness in his voice. Around you, the group starts to settle…Jolly still grumbling, Nick cracking a joke to ease the tension, and Noah hovering close enough that his knee brushes yours every time he shifts.

You slowly sit up holding the towel to your nose, “First you try to drown me, then you hit me in the face with a ball…some toxic mom might say you’re only mean because you like me.” You whisper the last part only loud enough for him to hear.

Suddenly, the idea of a broody, six foot plus man, broad with muscle, skulking around and being in your business almost twenty four hours a day didn’t seem nearly as unpleasant.

In your approach to him, you’d been direct. You arrived at his office alone and insisted on seeing him, even after one of his colleagues tried to turn you away with the excuse that he was busy with another client.

“I’ll wait.” You informed them, watching the young buck drag his palm down his face in frustration before finally relenting.

“Fine, but if he asks, you put up a fight.”

The soft Southern twang made him hard to place, but his boyish grin earned a smile from you and a quiet, “Thanks.”

You settled yourself in Noah’s office like you were the one in charge, not someone about to negotiate a deal while presenting yourself as a potential client. Truthfully, you’d never handled this aspect before. It had always been your father, while you sat back and never questioned it, at least until now, because now you were grown. You were older, with a place of your own, a life of your own, and you were growing tired of your father’s minions running back to tell Daddy what you were doing whenever you were away from home. You were an adult now. This was meant to be your chance at freedom, and yet you were still being babysat by the same men your father had hired years ago.

Something had to change.

When Noah finally arrived at his office, there was no greeting from him, nothing more than a brief glance in your direction while his coworker (employee, maybe? you still hadn’t figured out the hierarchy), tried to explain your presence.

“You’re in my office.”

Observant. That was good, at least.

“I am.” You nodded, hands resting neatly in your lap. “How perceptive of you.”

“You’re in my office…” he repeated.

You almost quipped back that you’d both already established that, but instead remained quiet and polite. Respectable, as your father had always drilled into you.

His head tilted, eyes narrowing as his face scrunched slightly. “Why are you in my office?”

“Because I’ve come to give you a job.”

A scoff was his only response. No request for more information. No introduction. Just a scoff.

He seemed disinterested, and truthfully, maybe that was part of the appeal. It only made you more determined to insist he’d take the job. Your name carried weight. Introductions weren’t usually necessary, and when they were, what followed was recognition, then complete and utter cooperation.

Not with Noah.

He didn’t even flinch when you mentioned your surname. He merely continued pottering around the office as though your presence were an inconvenience.

In a way, it probably was.

He looked fresh from the gym, yet he didn’t apologise for the sight of himself. His hair was damp with sweat, combed back through with his fingers, while his fitted gym shirt clung to his broad frame. It was dark enough that any sweat stains were hidden, and if there was any scent lingering on him, all you caught was the faint trace of something sweet and musky beneath what you could easily identify as a citrus body spray.

Walking around his desk, he leaned casually against the edge of it, positioning himself directly in front of you. It was an imposing sight. The way he effortlessly towered over you, looking intimidating even while completely at ease.

“And why should I work for you?”

“Excuse me?”

“You said you want to offer me a job, so…” One shoulder lifted in a lazy shrug. “Why should I work for you?”

You’d already rambled off your reasons for needing him, and somehow that hadn’t seemed to catch his attention. It made you wonder if this was some kind of trick question, a twisted thrill he got from humiliating potential clients.

He must have seen the cogs turning because, with a slow exhale, he threw you a bone. “Why do you want me? Why not someone else?”

That was an easy answer.

“Because you’re the best of the best.”

That caught his attention. His brows lifted, his head tilting thoughtfully from side to side as though he couldn’t exactly disagree. It was an ego stroke, though he didn’t bask in it or fish for more.

“You’re right, but flattery won’t get me to agree to being hired.”

“But a decent sized pay cheque?”

“It could sway the decision.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “But I’m not money hungry either.”

Dismissive, yet honest. That made for a trustworthy ally, something you desperately needed among the sharks you frequently swam with. If anything, it only strengthened your determination.

“I need someone with your expertise.” Your voice softened. “Please… would you at least reconsider?”

The silence that settled between you was uneasy, leaving you with the distinct feeling of being studied. Noah’s dark eyes remained fixed on you, assessing every inch before he finally pushed himself away from the desk. He rounded your chair and headed toward the open office door.

“Folio, if you would please show Ms…”

Turning slightly, you called over your shoulder, filling in the blank with your surname.

“Ah, yes…” His tone remained maddeningly flat. “If you would please show them out.”

At that moment, the same young buck who’d greeted you earlier appeared in the doorway, gesturing politely for you to follow.

Reluctantly, you rose from your seat. As you approached Noah and slowly walked past him, your eyes met his. He hadn’t given you a no, nor had he given you a yes, yet somehow, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wouldn’t be your final meeting.

You’d only made it a few steps toward the staircase leading up and out of the old boxing gym before Noah called after you both.

“And if you could take down their number. We can make the arrangements at a later date.” Not quite a yes, but probably the closest you were ever going to get from a man as stubborn as him.

Before stepping out of the building, you handed your personal business card to Folio. “Tell him I’ll be waiting for his call.”

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Before you can register what's going on Noah yanks your legs to the end of the bed and then rips your panties off throwing them over his shoulder. He spreads your legs wide diving headfirst into your dripping pussy.

"I was right," he mutters. His hot breath against your sensitive skin makes your clit pulse. He licks a fat strip from your entrance to your clit wasting no time at all on ravishing your clit.

"Jesus fuck, Noah!" you rasp as your orgasm wrecks through you. Noah sucks the sensitive bud between his lips one last time and then he nips at your inner thigh. "Fuck you," you sigh. You want it to sound mean but there's no force behind it. "I'm gonna miss you." Your vision blurs with tears momentarily but you quickly blink them away.

"I'll give you something to remember me by."

At first you notice the cool slick and then there's a pinch of pain as what you then recognize is your favorite dildo stretches you open. You bite down a groan as your walls adjust the pain now melting into pleasure. Noah's free hand grips your hip. His fingertips dig into the tender skin, and you know you'll have crescent shaped marks there. Maybe even bruises if you're lucky.

Pressure builds in your core as Noah thrusts the silicone toys in and out. Wet sounds battle with your moans, and it seems to urge him on more.

"Is this what you use to replace me?" Noah sneers and your walls flutter around the toy.

"Noah...please," you moan, hands gripping the sheets tight.

"I know," Noah pulls the toy out completely and then thrusts it back in. "I bought it for you."

"Asshole," you curse through clenched teeth.

Your core tenses and you screw your eyes tight as the pleasure builds. And then suddenly, your stomach drops and you whine at the loss of sensation.

"Fuck," you huff in frustration. "What the fuuucckk!" Suddenly, your walls stretch taking in more. Noah curses under this breath. You make the mistake of taking a peek to find Noah nestled deep in your cunt with the dildo.

"What...how?" The question dies the moment he thrusts into you. You can't really comprehend what's going on but it feels amazing.

"Oh my god babe, you feel so good," Noah pants. "Not gonna last long."

You mind goes hazy at his confession and your climax washes over you.

"That's it babe, milk me for every last drop." Noah fucks you through your orgasm until his hips falter and he spills into you. Gently, he withdraws himself and the toy. Through heavy lids Noah presents the toy.

"Suck."

You playfully shake your head but eagerly grab the dildo making a teasing display of licking and sucking the toy clean.

"God you are so hot."

Your gaze roams over his toned and tattooed body. His soft cock now thickening again. You pull off the toy with an audible pop.

"I know," you grin flirtatiously back.

Noah rips the toy from your grasp and pins you to the mattress. Together you both giggle still high from your mind-blowing orgasms. He nips at your jaw and captures your lips with his. It's sloppy and desperate for another moment of shared breath and skin before you two have to part again.

Noah’s truck slammed to a halt in the dimly lit gravel lot of his apartment complex, a weathered, two story brick building on the quiet outskirts of the city. He lived in a cramped, two-bedroom unit with faded hardwood floors, stacked tour cases shoved against the living room wall, and a cheap thrift-store couch littered with guitar cables.

The front door had barely clicked shut behind you before Noah threw his truck keys onto the small kitchen counter and turned around, his big, dark frame completely blocking the narrow entryway.

You didn't even have time to kick off your boots. Noah stepped right into your space, his heavy, tattooed hands coming up to cup the sides of your face before shoving you back against the wooden door.

His mouth came down on yours with a brutal, starving intensity.

There was no hesitation left, no sarcastic banter to cushion the impact. Noah kissed you like he’d been dying for it for hours, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of syrup and black coffee. You let out a muffled, desperate moan straight into his throat, your arms wrapping tight around his neck, your fingers tangling in his dark, messy hair. You pulled him closer, arching your body into his, feeling the rock-hard length of him pressed flush against your lower abdomen through his dark jeans.

Noah groaned low in his chest, a deep vibration that echoed into your mouth. He broke the kiss just long enough to grab the hem of your tank top, ripping it up over your head in one fluid motion and tossing it onto the floor, leaving your breasts bare and your nipples hard. You reached down, your hands frantic, pulling his black hoodie up and over his shoulders, leaving him in just a faded black t-shirt. You grabbed his collar, yanking him back down to you, your lips tracking hot, wet kisses down his jawline, over his Adam's apple, and onto the dark ink covering his collarbones.

His hands slid down your back, taking your cotton sweatpants and dragging them down over your hips along with your underwear, trapping them at your ankles. You kicked them off frantically along with your boots, completely naked in front of him.

Noah didn't bother undressing himself completely yet. He hooked his big hands under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly off your feet. You wrapped your bare legs around his waist, your lips finding his again, whimpering agains his mouth as he carried you the few steps into his dimly lit bedroom, throwing you down onto the middle of his unmade mattress.

The sheets were cool, but the air in the room was boiling.You instinctively went to pull your knees together, suddenly overwhelmed by the raw, naked intensity of his dark eyes staring down at you, but Noah was faster. He grabbed your ankles, his long, tattooed fingers gripping your skin firmly, and pulled you down the mattress until your hips were at the very edge. He dragged your knees wide apart, pinning them against the mattress, exposing every single inch of your glistening, swollen center to the dim light filtering through the window blinds.

"Noah..." you gasped, your hands clutching at the dark bedsheets, your breathing rapid and shallow.

"Don't," Noah grunted, his voice thick, authoritative, and impossibly deep. He dropped to his knees on the floor between your thighs, his hands smoothing firmly over your calves, resting on the insides of your knees to keep you wide open . "Don't you dare try to close up on me now, baby. Look at you. You're fucking dripping for me."

Your cheeks burned, a high, desperate whimpering sound escaping your lips. You were completely at his mercy, your body trembling under the weight of his gaze.

Noah bent his dark head down, but he didn't go straight for your wetness. Instead, he pressed his warm, parted lips to the soft, sensitive skin of your upper inner thigh, right near the crease of your leg, keeping the eye contact. You gasped, your hips jerking upward off the mattress.

"Shh," Noah murmured against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers straight down your spine. He trailed slow, dragging kisses up your left thigh, his stubble scraping deliciously against your sensitive flesh, teasing you, coming inches away from your soaking wet slit before pulling away completely to start at the bottom of your right thigh.

"Be good for me, baby. Stay still. You know how much I love it when you're good for me."

"Noah, please," you choked out, your head rolling back against the pillows, your chest heaving as your fingers tore at the sheets. "Please, touch me... I can't—"

"You can't what, baby?" Noah rasped smoothly, stopping his mouth just a hair's breadth from your throbbing clit, letting you feel the scorching heat of his breath without giving you the pressure you were dying for. He looked up at you through his messy dark hair, his eyes heavy, possessive, and utterly in control.

"Talk to me. Use your words. Tell me what you want."

"I want... I need you to touch me," you whimpered, your voice cracking, completely stripped of all your cool, sarcastic armor. You couldn't form a coherent thought, your brain entirely consumed by the blinding ache between your legs. "Please, Noah... touch me. Please."

A dark, satisfied smirk touched the corners of Noah’s lips. "Such a good girl," he said softly, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling stroke of praise that made your lower belly clench tight.

"So fucking sweet for me, obeying so well. Look at how pretty you are when you surrender like this. Good , sweet girl. i've got you."

He leaned in and buried his face between your thighs.

You let out a sharp, shattered scream as Noah’s wet, warm tongue took a long, heavy stroke from the bottom of your pussy all the way up over your swollen clit. You bucked your hips violently, but Noah’s heavy hands clamped down on your hips like iron vices, holding you rooted to the bed, completely controlling your rhythm. He flattened his tongue, swirling it over your sensitive nub, lapping up the sweet, slick juices pouring out of you.

"God, you taste so fucking good, i could eat you out for days" Noah growled against your wet folds, his voice muffled against your skin. " Such a perfect, filthy little girl for me."

He sucked your clit into his mouth, applying a firm, rhythmic pressure that had you whining, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, your thighs shaking uncontrollably against his shoulders.

While his tongue continued to work you relentlessly, Noah lifted his right hand from your hip. He brought two fingers up to your mouth, hovering his hand over your face. He pointed those two fingers directly at your parted, panting lips.

"Open up, Suck them," Noah commanded softly, his dark eyes meeting yours over the swell of your stomach while his mouth never stopped devouring your lower body. "Take them in, baby."

Without a second of hesitation, you opened your mouth and took his long, tattooed index and middle fingers deep into your throat, gagging a little, wrapping your tongue around them, sucking them greedily, making wet, filthy noises as you matched the rhythm of his mouth between your legs. Noah’s eyes darkened into pure black as he watched you suck his fingers, absolute pride and possessiveness surging through his chest. He loved the sounds you made, the pathetic little whimpers, the high-pitched whines, the desperate way your throat swallowed around his hand.

"That's it," he purred against your wet pussy. "Suck them clean for me. Good girl... so obedient."

Slowly, Noah pulled his fingers out of your mouth, leaving your lips slick and parted. He dragged that same hand down your chest, over your stomach, and slid two fingers straight into your tight, soaking wet hole.

You gasped around nothing, your back arching completely off the bed as he plunged his fingers inside you to the knuckle.

"Noah!" you screamed, your voice raw and breathless.

He didn't give you a second to adjust. He began to finger you with a steady, punishing rhythm, curling his fingers upward inside you to hit that sensitive, swollen spot again and again, while his tongue kept up a relentless, wet assault on your clit. The combination was too much. Your walls clamped down hard around his fingers, pulsing rhythmically, your entire lower body trembling on the fine, razor sharp edge of an explosive climax.

"Noah, I'm gonna.. I'm gonna cum!" you sobbed, your hips thrusting wildly against his hand and mouth, completely unraveled. "Let me cum, please, Noah, let me cum!"

Just as the wave crashed over you, Noah abruptly stopped.

He pulled his fingers completely out of your pussy and dragged his tongue away from your dripping center, leaving you hovering helplessly off the edge of a massive, agonizing cliff.

You let out a frustrated, weeping whine, your hands grasping wildly at his shoulders as your body practically vibrated with unsatisfied friction. "Noah, please! Why did you stop?!"

Noah leaned up, hovering his dark, heavy body over yours. His lips were slick and glistening with your juice, his eyes burning with absolute dominance as he pinned your wrists above your head with one massive hand.

"Did I give you permission to cum yet, baby?" he asked, his voice a dark, low purr against your ear.

"N-no," you wept, squirming under his weight, your hips reflexively trying to grind up against his clothed thigh just to get a scrap of relief.

"Hold still," he growled softly, nipping the sensitive skin of your neck until you went rigid beneath him. "You don't get to come until I say so. You're going to lie here and take every second of this, because you belong to me. Understand?"

"Yes," you whimpered out, tears of sheer sensory overload welling in your eyes. "Yes, Noah..."

"Good girl," he murmured, praise dripping from his lips like honey as he slid two fingers back into your soaking warmth, slow and agonizingly deliberate. He stroked your deep, swollen center while hovering his thumb just over your aching clit, teasing you, driving you insane, dragging you right back to the burning edge of a climax before slowing to a crawl all over again.

"Look at you... trembling so sweet for me. So tight, taking my fingers so well. You're doing so good for me, baby."

"Please..." you whimpered, your hips writhing uselessly, trapped in his torturous rhythm. "It hurts, Noah... I need it so bad..."

"I know you do, but you can hold a little longer for me. i know you can do it baby"

he whispered, kissing away a stray tear on your cheek , then a kiss on between your breasts, on your stomach and before leaning down between your thighs again, dragging his tongue in a slow, brutal line right up your center, making you scream into the empty room. He held you there right on the razor's edge, edging you again and again until you were weeping, completely broken and begging for him, moaning his name like a prayer.

He slid down , brought his mouth back down to your clit, flicking it fast and hard, while his fingers drove deep inside you. Your walls buckled, pulsing erratically.

"Noah, please!" you sobbed, your eyes wide, glossy, and entirely submissive beneath him. "I can't take it anymore... please let me cum ..."

Noah smiled, a dark, victorious, beautiful smile. He loved how soft, how completely undone you were in his hands.

"Beg for it properly, baby" Noah rasped, his tone dark, commanding, and absolute. "Tell me who you belong to, ask me nicely."

"I'm yours," you wept softly, your chest heaving, completely surrendered to his touch. "I'm yours... please, Noah... please let me cum..."

Noah's gaze softened with thick, possessive warmth.

"Such a perfect little girl," Noah whispered, plunging his fingers deep inside you while pressing his mouth hard against your clit, giving you the brutal, overwhelming pressure you were starving for.

"Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Show me how good you can be."

The permission broke the dam. You screamed his name into the quiet bedroom as your orgasm ripped through your body, your pussy pulsing violently around his fingers, squeezing him tight as wave after wave of intense, liquid heat crashed over you. Noah didn't stop, he ate you through the entire orgasm, swallowing every drop of your sweet release, loving every single whimpering, trembling sound you made beneath him.

but he wasn't nearly as done with you.

The mattress was still vibrating from the aftershocks of your release, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, but Noah didn't pull back.

He didn't lift his head, and he didn't pull his slick fingers out of your tight, twitching body. Instead, he flattened his tongue right back over your hyper-sensitive, throbbing clit, taking another long, heavy, wet stroke right over the raw center of your nerves.

A sharp, electric jolt shot straight up your spine, so intense it made your entire body lock up.

"Noah—no!" you shrieked, your voice cracking as a wave of pure, overwhelming overstimulation crashed through you. You instinctively tried to snap your knees together, didn't care his head is right between your thighs, your thigh muscles locking as you tried to squeeze him out and protect your completely wrecked lower body.

"Stop, stop, stop! Noah, please, it's too much—"

You were strong, but Noah was 6'3" and built like an iron beam.

He didn't even flinch. He adjusted his weight, leaning his broad chest heavy against your knees, with a swift motion he held both of your legs, pinning your legs wide open against the mattress once again. His big, tattooed hands wrapped firmly around your inner thighs, digging into your soft skin to hold you rooted to the bed, completely exposed and completely helpless to the sensory overload.

"Uh-uh, baby," Noah rasped against your dripping, swollen skin, his voice a low, dark rumble of pure velvet and authority. "You don't get to close up on me yet. Stay right here, wide open for me. Look at me."

Your head rolled back, tears of sheer overstimulation welling up in the corners of your eyes, making them glisten under the dim bedroom light. Your breath came in ragged, terrified gasps, your fingers clawing uselessly at his shoulders and his messy hair, trying to push his heavy frame away from your pussy.

"Noah, please!" you wept, your voice trembling, stripped entirely of all your cool, sarcastic armor. "It hurts ,it's too much, I can't, I can't take it! Please stop!"

"You're okay, baby," Noah said softly, his dark eyes locking onto your tear-stained, flushed face while his tongue kept up a steady, devastating, wet lap against your clit, torturing you with every flick.

"I know it's intense, sweetheart. I know your pretty little pussy is sensitive, but you're doing so fucking good for me. Look at how good you take me. Just relax for me baby"

He paused his mouth for just a fraction of a second, curling his two slick fingers deep inside your pulsing walls, hitting your sweet spot with a firm, relentless thrust that made your back arch clean off the bed.

"Noah!" you sobbed, your entire frame trembling, your hips jerking violently against his hand as the sensation flooded every nerve ending in your body.

"That's it, sweetheart," Noah purred, his rough, gravelly voice washing over you like hot honey, filthy praise dripping from his lips.

"Look at how filthy wet you are. Drowning my hand in your juices. Such a good, obedient little slut for my mouth. Let it build right back up for me."

you gasped breathlessly, trying to catch your breath, trying to form a sentence but all you could do was to moan his name.

"No, please—"

"Shh, good girl," he growled low, his mouth coming down hard to suck your hyper-sensitive nub right back into his mouth while his fingers pumped mercilessly inside you.

You've got another sweet orgasm in this tight pussy, baby. I know you do. Cum for me one more time. Show me how sweet you can be."

"I can't.. it's .. it's too much, Noah.. please!" you whimpered, your thighs shaking uncontrollably against his heavy grip, your brain completely fried from the sensation.

His fingers slid faster inside you, churning your sweet release into a filthy, wet mess, while his mouth sealed back over your swollen, raw center, sucking you hard enough to draw a shattered scream straight out of your lungs.

"Cum for me, baby," he commanded softly against your dripping skin, his tone an intoxicating mix of gentle praise and absolute dominance.

"Show me how good you can take my fingers. Give all that sweet pussy juice to me, sweetheart. Cum for me right fucking now."

The overstimulation tipped past the threshold of pain and snapped into pure, blinding ecstasy.

Before your brain could even register what was happening, a second, far more violent wave of orgasm ripped through your lower body. You shrieked his name into the ceiling, your vision going completely white as your tight walls clamped down on his fingers in violent, rhythmic spasms.

Your inner thighs shuddered violently under his heavy hands, your muscles spasming so hard you couldn't keep your feet flat on the bed.

Noah drank in every single drop of your second release, his dark eyes burning with ruthless pride as he watched you shatter completely under his touch. He didn't pull his fingers out, keeping up a slow, agonizing stroke through the hypersensitive aftershocks until your body finally went completely limp. Your chest rose and fell in ragged, shallow gasps, your dark hair plastered to your sweaty forehead.

Slowly, Noah slid his wet, glistening fingers out of your soaking hole, licking them clean in his mouth, humming as he tasted you on his fingers again, the. leaning up over you.

He rested his heavy forearms on either side of your head, his broad, tattooed chest hovering over yours, radiating heat. He looked down at you, your eyes glossy and teary, your lips parted, your cheeks flushed bright red, completely unraveled and ruined for him, barely breathing.

He reached out with a thumb, gently brushing a tear away from your eyelashes, his dark face softening with a beautiful, possessive, satisfied smirk.

"Look at you," Noah rasped softly, his breath hot against your mouth, his voice thick with affection and dark satisfaction. "I haven't even put my dick inside this tight little pussy yet, and you're already a crying, trembling, dripping mess on my bed."