A Billionaire's Holiday Love - Posey Parks Page 0,35
thrust deep inside me. My back arched and a silent yell formed on my lips. At least I thought it did. Caressing his neck, I gawked between us each time his cock disappeared inside of me.
My sister was right. He wasn’t a man to have a one-night stand with if you couldn’t handle it because he’d have me whipped.
Each time his cock pounded my walls, I fell apart.
“Fuck your pussy’s good,” he gritted out against my ear.
The roaring fire beside us heated our bodies. Beads of sweat rolled down my stomach and his chest, making slapping noises.
“I want to get on top.”
Noah pulled his enormous cock out of my pussy. He laid on the floor, peering up at me. His long fingers clutched my waist. A devious smile took my lips. Bending over, my tongue trailed across his tanned pecs.
“There.” I sat up and gripped his cock.
“What?”
“I wrote my name in cursive on your chest, claiming you.”
He laughed. “That’s sexy as fuck, baby.”
Throwing my head back, I gripped his shaft and slid down his long, thick, delicious peppermint stick. It was the absolute best.
Noah snatched the ponytail holder out of my hair, allowing my long thick brown hair to fall over my shoulders. Gripping my breasts, he circled his cock inside of me, holding my attention.
Sliding up and down his peppermint stick pushed me over the edge.
“Noah, fuck.” I clawed at his chest until I drew blood. Each stroke was more ruthless and better than the last.
“Shit Noah, this dick is so good,” I yelled through gritted teeth.
His cock worked my G-spot. My body slumped. Noah’s large hand wrapped around my neck as his cock pounded my pussy until shivers and waves of heat struck my frame.
“Oh yeah, Hope. Your pussy’s massaging my cock just fucking right.” Baring his teeth, his beautiful green-eyed gaze spoke volumes. Leaning forward, I nipped his lips.
“Come with me, Noah.”
Clenching my ass cheeks, his peppermint stick slammed into me. Noah stilled as he exploded inside my walls. His dick was indeed my new addiction.
“Noah, I want you to fuck me to sleep later.”
He chuckled, slipping his fingers through his wet hair. “You won’t get an argument out of me. Don’t be surprised if I slide inside your sweet pussy in the middle of the night.”
I wiggled my nose along his. “Do you hear me protesting? Our relationship, though unorthodox, I love it.”
He caressed my hair. “When we return to town, everyone will know we’re a couple. I should’ve grabbed the newspaper.”
“I’m sure we’ll find a copy in town.”
“I’ll get you cleaned up.” Noah laid me on the rug, then hopped to his feet.
Resting on my elbows, I stared at his tight ass. The man had a body out of this world. And it was all mine.
Noah returned a minute later. His cock slapped his leg as he approached. What a beautiful sight. He can walk around the house naked all the time.
He placed a glass of water in my hands, then cleaned me up.
“We need to finish this discussion.”
I passed Noah the glass. He chugged the rest of the ice-cold water.
“The attention in the small town could be overwhelming. Once we move to Aspen, there will be a magnified glass on our relationship. Are you up for that?”
I tapped my index finger against my chin. “Love how you asked me that question after we had sex.”
He crawled over my body, taking my lips. “Did you enjoy my peppermint stick?”
“I loved licking and sucking your long, thick peppermint stick,” I stated between kisses.
“But I think you’ll need to visit me in Charleston and fuck me every now and then.”
I deepened our kiss, stroking his chest.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Noah, we’ll revisit this discussion by Christmas.”
He sat back. His brows lowered. “Guess I’m kidnapping you.”
“Funny.”
“I don’t want to live apart.”
“Me either. I had to mess with you. The look on your face. For a minute there, I thought you’d really kidnap me.”
“Oh, I was.” His lips pressed against mine.
My brows rustled together. “I don’t think so.”
Noah winked.
“Sorry for scratching you.”
He peeked at his abs. “Yeah, that was a first.”
His lips melted against my shoulder.
“I should prepare you.”
“For?”
“I shot my cousin a text about the mess with Barker and the newspaper article. Armed bodyguards will watch us from the mountain top across the lake. And there will be guards at the bottom of the mountain.”
“Why?”
“You’re a reporter. You know the lengths a journalist will go through to get a story.”
I laid flat on the floor. “You’re right. I need to get