Chapter 94

POV NOAH

I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock. Hot. Tight. Wet as fuck.

I held her waist firmly, thrusting into her without mercy.

“Noah…” she whimpered.

Isabela complained that it hurt, but the little slut liked it. I knew that voice well. It wasn't a request to stop. It was a request to keep going. To go deeper. To hurt a little more.

I ran my hands over her bare, sweaty back. I pushed away her hair that was sticking there and left kisses all along her spine. She shivered all over. Each kiss made her body tremble slightly, as if my mouth was burning her skin.

“Delicious,” I said, starting to move inside her again.

Isabela was on all fours, and I held her hair tightly around my wrist, pulling. She leaned upward, pressing her back against my chest, and I penetrated her quickly. The position made me go even deeper, and the moan that escaped her was muffled, almost suffocated by pleasure.

I ran my hands over her chest, down her stomach, until I reached her intimacy, rubbing my fingers there while continuing to move. She was throbbing. I could feel every contraction against my fingers, against my cock. It was too wet. Slippery. Perfect.

“I can't take it anymore…” she cried. Tears ran down her face, but her body didn't stop moving against mine. Her mouth asked me to stop, but her hips begged me to continue.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, worried, my voice hoarse in her ear.

“No…” she kept crying.

I ended up laughing. Not out of cruelty. Because that's exactly how she was: a contradictory warning, a body that said one thing, and a mouth that said another.

“What do you want me to do, my love?”

She sniffled.

“It hurts… it burns… but it also feels good. I need to come again…”

We'd been having sex for hours. I lost count of how many times. Honestly. My neck was marked by her scratches. My back too. I could feel my cock hurting as well. A dull, throbbing pain mixed with pleasure.

But as long as she could take it, I would too. That had always been my deal with myself. I never stopped before she did.

“I'm going to make you come, my beautiful girl. And then I'm going to take care of you. The way you deserve…”

She nodded, and I kissed her face where her tears were falling. The salty taste of them mixed with my tongue. It was intimate. Raw. True.

I turned Isabela to face me. She lay down on the edge of the bed, and I stayed standing. Her eyes were teary, her lips swollen from biting them so much. Her hair was disheveled, sticking to her face and neck in places.

I brushed my cock along the entire length of her intimacy. I felt the heat radiating from her. The contact made us both moan softly. And then I entered her again.

In and out.

Slowly.

Fuck, what an incredible sensation. I got goosebumps all over. Every inch of that slow movement felt like rubbing fire against my skin. I could feel every vein of my cock being squeezed by her.

I increased the pace while also masturbating her. My fingers slid easily because of how wet she was. I alternated between slow circles and firmer movements, exactly the way she taught me she liked.

Her moans grew louder, and I knew she was close.

So was I.

“Noah…”

Her pussy squeezed my cock again. Several times. Short, strong contractions that seemed to suck everything out of me.

I couldn't hold it anymore and came.

Fuck.

Holy shit.

It was intense. Blinding. My entire body contracted at the same time. My balls ached from how strong it was. I squeezed her waist so hard I'd probably leave bruises.

“I love you, I fucking love you so much!” I said, as I came inside her.

I kept penetrating her, even after coming. My sensitive cock pulsed inside her, and every tiny movement made my entire body shiver. I kept going until I felt she was about to squirt. I could tell by the way her abdomen contracted, by the way her moans became sharper, more desperate.

I pulled away quickly and masturbated her. My fingers pressed firmly against the right spot, the one I knew better than anyone else.

She screamed when the first spurts came.

She squirted like crazy.

On me.

On the mattress.

On the floor.

The sheet was soaked. My chest too. I just stood there looking at her, hair stuck to her forehead, chest heaving up and down breathlessly, eyes glazed over somewhere on the ceiling.

It was beautiful.

Dirty. Messy. Filthy. But beautiful.

I lay down beside her and pulled her body against mine. She was trembling. Her cold fingers touched my arm.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“A little,” she answered, her voice faltering.

I kissed her forehead. Then her nose. Then her mouth.

“I told you I'd take care of you.”

She smiled weakly. Closed her eyes.

And I stayed there, with the smell of sex impregnated in the room, her breathing starting to calm against my chest, and I thought there had never been anything so human as this.