Chapter 23

“Shit, man,” I cried out as he rubbed my joy spot.

“Like that, do you?” Noah commented as he prepared me almost to the point of orgasm.

“Stop,” I begged, clamping down on his fingers.

“Sorry, you looked too good like this, all strung out and begging for it, like a slut.” He pulled out and rubbed my lower back until I calmed down enough to continue.

“Okay, I’m ready,” I said.

I felt the wet tip of Noah’s cock at my hole—he’d lubed the condom, it seemed—and then he pushed in until he bottomed out and stopped.

“God,” he groaned. “You’re so fuckin’ tight. Just like they said you’d be.” He pulled out and then pushed back in, hitting my sensitive spot.

“What did you…uh!” I lost all train of thought as he fucked me with all the power he could muster.

Minutes later, we were both lost on waves of sensation as we came, me all over the sheets and Noah in the condom. I collapsed on the bed and Noah on top of me. He was very heavy.

“Dude, you’re squashing me,” I mumbled.