Wild Card (Elite Ops 1) - Page 94

She was so wet. So sensitive. She needed so bad that the moans falling from her lips were more pleas, begging need, than anything else.

“You like this.” Confidence, pleasure, filled his gravelly voice.

“I hate it,” she panted, lying, knowing better.

Noah chuckled, and for a moment she was thrown back in time. That chuckle, rough, velvety, was a sound from the past and nearly threw her into orgasm as he chose that moment to swipe his lips over a hard nipple.

“I bet you’re so wet,” he crooned roughly. “If I stroked my tongue through your pussy, your juices would cling to it. Caress my lips and make me high with the taste of your need.”

That tone, it was almost lyrical, despite the rough pitch of his voice. Sabella shivered at the sound, and felt more of her juices easing past her intimate lips, coating her bare flesh.

“Once I get down there, your curls are going to be soaked, aren’t they, Sabella?”

She smiled up at him. “I’d have to have curls there for that, Noah.”

He froze. His eyes glowed. His expression contorted with so much lust, so much hunger, that the sight of it sent a hard convulsion of sensation straight to her womb.

Oh yes, her Nathan loved her bare. He had loved sucking at the curl-free lips, licking them, kissing them.

His breathing roughened, rasping from his throat as his jaw tightened.

“Bare?” The muscles in his chest and biceps tightened, bulged.

“All bare, Noah.” She smiled, a slow, knowing smile. “All soft and silky. Nothing but flesh.”

He jerked as though a lash had been la

id to him.

One hand moved to his jeans, pulled his belt loose, tore open his jeans. His head lowered to her breasts again and she nearly screamed as his lips covered her nipple.

He was releasing himself. Stroking himself. Sabella knew he was and she wanted to touch. She wanted to taste. But his lips were consuming her, the pleasure driving hard, brutal lashes of pleasure into her womb, her pussy, until she felt an eruption.

Not a hard orgasm. A rush of fiery ecstasy detonated her womb and washed through her vagina. She cried out, shuddering and jerking against the pleasure as his tongue flickered over her nipple and a groan tore from his chest.

He jerked up, then shifted, one hand burying in her hair, lifting her head and giving her exactly what she wanted.

The thick knob of his cock pierced her lips and she sucked it in greedily. One hand pulled at the front snap of her skirt. Jerked at the zipper and pushed the material to her thighs.

Sabella lifted, using one hand to help him divest her of the skirt, leaving only her panties covering her hips. Silk thongs that did nothing to hold back the moisture glazing her now.

She swallowed the head of his erection into her mouth, licked the underside, sucked and moaned around the taste of the precum that had spilled from the tiny slit at the tip.

“Yes,” he hissed with brutal pleasure. “God, your mouth is good. So hot and wet. Suck me deeper, Sabella. Suck it deeper, baby. Just a little bit deeper.”

She took him deeper, flattening her tongue as he slid in and back, slow, deliberate strokes that filled her mouth and her senses with his taste.

Noah stared down at her, watching her as she watched him, her mouth moving over the torturously hard knob of his cock. Her mouth was so hot. So brutally good. God, sucking him like she loved it. Loved the taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth.

And he loved his dick in her mouth. Loved watching her, that little edge of innocence in her expression making him harder, hungrier, if possible. As though she were almost a virgin. Almost as innocent as the first time he took her.

Noah gripped the base of his cock, his thighs tightening, as she slid one hand up his thigh, cupped his balls.

He snarled at the ecstasy of her touch. The firm, liquid hot suction of her mouth.

He ran his hand down her flexing abdomen, pushed his fingers beneath her panties, and paused. Not yet. If he let his fingers feel the slick moisture now, he’d lose it. He’d pulse between her lips, fill her hot mouth with his come and all hope of control would be shot to hell.

“Look how bad you are.” He let a tight, approving grin curl his lips as she teased him with her lips and tongue.

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