Page 83 of The Keeper

With an unsteady inhale, I complied. My hand slipped between my legs, but he stopped me with a small shake of his head.

“Your breasts, Carina,” he said. “Your pussy is mine, and only mine.”

The dark possessiveness of his words hit me like a match striking tinder. My breaths fractured as electricity poured through my bloodstream.

I never imagined Noah could be this commanding in the bedroom. Or maybe I could. The rough edges, the unshakable authority he carried everywhere he went—they were amplified a hundredfold in this moment, and I was helpless to obey.

I reached up and cupped my breasts with both hands while he slipped his fingers under the narrow string of my thong. His touch burned into my hips.

My thumbs found the tips of my nipples as he made short work of my underwear. It hit the ground around my ankles, and Noah sank to his knees along with it.

A whimper clawed its way out of my throat when he dragged the flat of his tongue over my swollen clit. The roll of my nipples between my fingers; the warm, wet touch of his mouth; the filthy sounds of his licking and sucking—it was too much.

My brain short-circuited, sparks of pleasure jolting through me from my breasts, my pussy, everywhere. The heat unfurled through me in a heavy, relentless wave, and I dropped a hand to fist his hair as I ground shamelessly against him. My breaths alternated between little pants and broken moans as he ate me out like I was his last meal.

There was nothing gentle or polite about it. He devoured me with insatiable hunger, his tongue plunging deep inside me while his hands squeezed the soft globes of my ass. My legs trembled. My juices ran down his chin. But when I lowered my other hand to his head, trying to push him closer, Noah’s warning growl vibrated all the way from my head to my toes.

“I didn’t say you could stop.” The words hummed along my tender flesh.

I made a noise of frustration, but I obediently cupped my breast again. I tugged on my nipple right as he pushed two fingers inside me and sucked my clit, hard.

The orgasm hit before my brain registered what was happening. I screamed, completely unprepared for the speed and intensity of the sensations overwhelming me. My whole body locked up, my pussy spasming wildly around his fingers as I shook and twitched. Noah gave no mercy; he continued his ministrations, drawing my orgasm out to almost unbearable lengths. Only when my knees buckled and I almost collapsed did he pull back, his arms holding me up while I rode out the last of my climax.

I was still quivering from the aftershocks when he stood, his nose, lips, and chin glistening with my cum. Another throb of desire washed through me as he casually wiped his mouth, his expression one of pure male satisfaction.

“Don’t look so smug,” I breathed. “That was one orgasm. Everyone can have one.”

His gravelly chuckle raised fresh goose bumps along my arms and chest. “Did you think I was done, little bird? We’ve barely started.”

My gaze dropped unwittingly to the bulge in his pants. A thrill of anticipation raced down my spine, but when he freed himself a moment later, I gulped.

He was huge. Huge and hard and leaking pre-cum, the veins straining along its formidable length.

My mouth watered as consternation and lust tightened behind my ribcage. I acted instinctively, my hand curling around his shaft as I rubbed my thumb across the tip. He was burning hot, his cock so hard it felt like an iron bar, but the skin was velvety soft. An empty ache formed at the thought of it inside me.

Noah watched me explore, his jaw tight, his eyes smoldering. I took my time, my fingers gliding across his sensitive skin and tracing the outline of his veins. I ached for him to fill me, but I was also fascinated, drunk on my power to touch and tease him at my leisure.

His gaze tracked my every movement. He was stiller than a predator lying in wait, but when I brushed a bead of pre-cum off his cock and brought it to my mouth, his hand shot up, shackling my wrist.

“Enough.” The command was rough and taut.

I swallowed, my heart hammering. The salty taste of him lingered on my tongue, and I had to resist reaching for him again when he released me. I had an uneasy feeling that wouldn’t end well for me.

“I’m on birth control,” I said breathlessly. The thought had just occurred to me, and I’d never been so glad to be on the pill.

I wanted to feel him. All of him.

Noah’s eyes darkened further. He didn’t respond, but he didn’t reach for a condom either as he fisted his cock and dragged the fat head across my still-sensitive clit. Up and down, over and over. Slowly. Torturously.

My core clenched, my breasts heaving with every ragged breath. My dress was bunched around my waist, and I squirmed, waiting for him to enter me, but he ignored my whimpering pleas.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” he said softly. “Look at you, already leaking all over my cock.”

“Noah.” My hips bucked up with increasing desperation. I was already a mess, my nipples straining against the cool air, my cunt flushed and dripping obscenely down my thighs. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I was going to die. I was sure of it.

“Say my name again.”

“Noah,” I panted. His eyes burned into mine, their heat unraveling me. “Please. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”