Authors: Lora Leigh
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 laid 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.
She pulled back, curled her tongue over the lip, flickered against it as a groan tore from his
chest.
He pulled his fingers back from beneath her panties, stared down at her with wicked promise,
then laid a light, sensual little tap against her pussy, over the wet silk of her panties.
She froze. Her gray eyes nearly went black then her mouth covered the head of his cock and
she was sucking with hungry, aroused demand.
"Like that, baby?" he whispered. "Should I spank that pretty pussy for you?"
She jerked, the sweet suction of her mouth deepened, drawing his balls impossibly tighter as he
laid another heavy caress to the silk-covered mound and nearly blew every ounce of come
tightening through his cock.
Sabella tried to scream as she sucked him deep. The heavy caresses, not really smacks but a
deep, fiery impact against her sensitive flesh, were flashing through her nerve endings, ripping
through the rest of her body.
It was nothing gentle. She didn't want gentle. For each fiery caress she sucked him deeper,
firmer, lashed her tongue over the sensitive crest and told him with more than words the
pleasure tearing through her.
"You love it." He cupped her pussy, rotated the pad of his palm over her clit. "You like it just a little rough, don't you, baby? Just a little bit. Enough to make it burn."
She loved the burn.
She couldn't believe he was doing this, here in his truck. He'd never done anything this extreme
in the whole time she had known him before his disappearance. He had never loved her like
this, taken her with such lust and hunger.
Holy hell. Noah felt the need exploding his brain. Adrenaline punched through his system. Lust
sliced through his senses. He wasn't going to be able to hold back. If he didn't get her sweet
mouth off his cock he was going to explode.
He pulled back. Smoothed his palm over her wet panties and heard her sharp intake of breath.
He laid another heated caress. It wasn't a slap, it was a heavy pat, enough to make her burn, to
make her clit pulse and throb, but not enough to make her come. Not yet. He wanted her to
come on his lips, against his tongue. He wanted to feel her pussy clenching, creaming,
tightening for him.
He pulled back, lifted her, moved her until her head was in the corner across from the steering
wheel. He spread her legs wide, stared down at the pale peach wet silk that covered her mound.
He drew her panties over her thighs, pressed her legs together, her knees back, lifting her legs
as he drew the silk off her legs and then stared down at the pretty pink folds and the curve of
her ass.
Smoothing his hand over the pretty rise of her butt he lifted it, then tapped it. Just a little
smack.
The light of the moon gleamed over the pale flesh as his fingers slid to the narrow cleft,
caressed, felt her juices coating the little entrance there, below her pussy.
"Do you need, baby?"
"Noah." She moaned his name, her voice dazed, her fingers clawing at the leather seats behind
her, marking them forever.
The abuse to the leather filled him with a sharp surge of satisfaction. Marked. Branded by her
passion. Just as he was.
He lowered her legs, spread them again, and stared at the pretty, shadowed folds of her pussy.
His jaw clenched. He wanted to see more.
He flipped on the dim floor lights, his jaw clenching, teeth grinding at the sight of the silky
moisture glazing her pussy.
"I'm goin' down on you," he bit out, moved back until one knee braced on the floor and his
head lowered to the sweet, pretty flesh of her pussy.
His Sabella.
Wet.
Hot.
"God. Noah. Yes." Her hips arched to him.
"What do you want, Sabella?" He breathed over the wet flesh. 'Tell me, baby. Tell me how you
want it. Slow and sweet?" He licked through the swollen folds, gathered her juices, and
groaned at the fresh, sweet taste of her.
"Or hard? Fast?" He lifted her, shoved his tongue inside her as a thin, ragged scream left her
lips.
He felt the delicate, feminine muscles clamping on his tongue, milking it. His cock jerked in
response. The engorged crown throbbed, pulsed. Hell. If he didn't touch her, taste her, take her,
he was going to die. If he didn't have her one more time he was going to expire.
He wanted all of her. Every touch, every taste.
Her hands moved to her side. Her nails dug into the folded back of the seat. Long scores,
ripping the surface of the leather. Another brand. Another mark. She would never forget. Never
lose the memory of who she belonged to.
To him.
He flicked his tongue inside her again. Licked at the sweet softness meeting his tongue,
flickered over hidden nerve endings and felt her rising, lifting.
She was shuddering in his grip as he pulled back. Kissed the swollen folds. Sucked at them,
licked at them, his lips moving ever closer to the swollen bud of her clit.
He let his fingers part the folds. As his lips pursed over her clit, he slid one finger into the heat
of her sex, the other, he worked slowly, gently, until the tip penetrated the little entrance of her
ass.
"Noah." Her hands tangled in his hair. Her hips lifted, pressing her clit deeper between his lips.
"Oh God. Noah. Please. Please suck me. Suck my clit. Make me come. Oh God. Make me
come."
He sucked her inside, flicked his tongue around, around, sucked her sweet and easy, then
harder, filled his senses with the taste of her and felt the explosion rip through her.
Noah jerked back. He gripped the hardened shaft of his cock with one hand as he came over
her, felt her arms curving around his shoulders as he tucked the crown against the slick, hot
folds of her beautiful sweet little cunt.
"I want to take you slow." He could barely push the words from his lips for the sheer pleasure
enveloping the blunt head of his cock. "Slow and deep."
She lifted against him, her nipples stroking over his chest, burying in the mat of hair covering
it. He could feel them, like little hot pebbles burrowing against him.
"You're so tight, Sabella."
She stared back at him, her expression tight with pleasure, her eyes heavy lidded, her face
flushed with arousal.
God, he loved looking at her while he took her. Loved watching her face, the expressions that
flickered across it, the almost painful need that filled it.
He worked the thick crown inside her, watched her breath catch, and felt his muscles tighten as
he fought to hold back. He had to hold back. Just a little bit. Just a few more minutes of sheer
overwhelming pleasure.
Sabella's gaze dimmed as she felt Noah begin to push inside her. The thick crest pierced her,
worked inside her, spreading and stretching her until she could feel the burn beginning to blaze
inside her.
His eyes held hers, the blue candleglow, flickering with emotion, brighter, darker than they had
ever been for the emotions raging through them. His eyes were shadowed, but the lust filling
them wasn't.
He burrowed inside her, his long hair falling over his face, touching hers, as a grimace
contorted his face.
"I can feel you." His voice was a hard, delicious rasp. "Tightening on me."
She could feel the muscles inside, flexing, milking him as her juices built and flowed against
the heavy width invading her.
"It's…" she gasped. "It's so good, Noah."
"Tight and hot," he crooned, lowering his lips to hers as her lashes fluttered closed. He brushed his lips over hers, licked the parted curves. "Like a hot little mouth sucking me deep and tight.
Do you feel it, Sabella? Your pussy sucking me in? Loving my dick?"
She jerked, cried out at the stab of pleasure that struck her womb.
"You like that, don't you, sweetheart? Just a little bit nasty, just a little bit rough. Just a little bit dangerous."
She loved him like this. She ached for this. Realized as her lashes lifted that this was what had
been missing, what he had been holding back from her during their marriage.
"You're a whole lot dangerous," she groaned, lifting to him, feeling her lips brush his as she
spoke.
"Hold on tight, sugar. We're gonna make you burn brighter."
Her hands tightened in his hair.
His hips jerked, pushed forward with a hard, deep stroke, and a thin ragged wail tore from her
lips.
"Fuck, yes. Scream for me."
One hand gripping her hip, he tugged his cock back, the crest only poised inside her as he gave
a hard, fast thrust inside her again.
Sabella nearly exploded. She felt the vibrations slam inside her before he stopped, not quite
filling her yet, a ragged snarl falling from his lips as she screamed his name.
"Again. Scream for me again, Sabella. Scream my name." He pulled back. "Who's fucking you, Sabella?"
The hard penetration filled her with him. Her hips jerked, writhed. "Noah," she screamed his
name. "Oh God. Noah."
"Yeah. Oh yeah." He ground against her, his pubic bone rotating against her clit as he thrashed, her legs lifting, wrapping around his hips as she fought for that last bit of pressure that would