6

They ended up in a room at a nearby hotel. The woman was aggressive, and Noah liked that. Maybe because he had been on a s*x diet for so long, he was eager and almost rough with his kisses and touches. He was s*cking and biting her lips. He even bit her shoulder. She winced when he slammed her against the wall.

"S-sorry," Noah said, embarrassed.

"No, no. Don't be," Lara said with a laugh. "I like this," she declared with a naughty grin, then brought her mouth to his ear. "Go on, be rough with me," she whispered seductively, biting his earlobe.

The woman screamed when he lifted her from the floor and threw her on the bed.

He hurriedly undressed in front of her, and he could see her eyes widen with each piece of clothing he removed. She licked her upper lip when he was about to pull down his white boxers. He saw her pupils dilate and her jaw drop when he released his member. She swallowed too; she didn't expect him to be that size.

"Wow," she said breathlessly in admiration and lust.

He didn't undress her yet after he got on the bed. She gasped when he touched her neck.

"You're shocking me," she said with a smile, as if struggling to keep her eyes open.

"Why?" Noah asked with a smile. His hand went down to her br*ast, one mound already exposed because of her dress being out of place.

"It's just... hmm, you kind of struck me as someone so gentle and well-mannered."

"I'd like to think that I am like that."

"Really? Your actions are telling me otherwise," Lara moaned when he rubbed one of her br*asts. "You almost ripped my dress off earlier," she said with a laugh.

Noah wanted to think that he was just too eager for s*x; that's why he was so impatient. But, no. The truth was, the playful, hot, and aggressive part of his personality was coming out tonight because he and Lara had no relationship. What was going to happen between them was purely a worldly act of copulation. Purely releasing the heat in his body.

"Open your mouth," he ordered her.

He inserted his middle finger and index finger into her mouth when she obeyed. He moved his fingers seductively, in and out of her mouth. He heard a long, muffled "hmmm" from her.

"I'm going to do the same with your p*ssy, Lara."

P*ssy? D*mn, when did he even learn to say that word out loud?

The woman nodded repeatedly and was full of anticipation.

"Oh, my gosh!" she said when he pulled his fingers out of her mouth.

She opened her legs when his hand went down there and quickly moved the part of her panties that was covering her waiting hole.

"A-ah!" Lara shrieked when he shoved his wet digits inside her. "N-Noah!" she almost screamed as he started moving his two fingers in and out of her. "S-sh*t... I think I'm going to c*me!"

"You can c*me, Lara. You'll have my c*ck in a while, I promise."

"You messed up my panties; you're crazy," she said breathlessly, calming down slightly from her org*sm.

That's when he took off her lacy skin-toned panties, and he smirked when he saw the evidence of what she said. They were really wet.

"Do you need some time to rest?"

Lara laughed at his question. "Yeah, you're right. You're a gentleman, just a little bit rough."

He laughed too, then leaned in and rubbed his m*nhood against her thigh. Like an animal marking his mate, letting her feel his hunger, his worldly needs.

"You can f*ck me now, Noah," she moaned, then moved to remove her dress.

He sheathed himself with a c*ndom after he helped her get rid of her dress.

She immediately reached for his nape when they were kneeling facing each other on the bed, and they kissed passionately. She moaned inside his mouth as he rubbed his m*nhood against her soaked slit.

He sat up with his legs spread, then he positioned the woman on his lap. And she screamed so loud when he pulled her down onto his length.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Lara screamed when their bodies finally connected. "Y-your c*ck... it's so big! I'm full!"

"You'll live, woman," he told her with a lopsided smile.

"You're so agile and strong," she said, seemingly surprised as he pounded her repeatedly.

"I worked out," he said proudly, then turned the woman over and pulled her hips up.

Her a*s bobbed in the air as he pounded her from behind. "Noah, oooh! It feels so good!" she cried out shamelessly, her head smashed against the pillow, her fist pounding the bed repeatedly.

Noah closed his eyes and tightened his grip on his partner's hips.

He groaned with pleasure. It surely felt nice to be inside a warm, wet p*ssy again.

Why didn't he think of doing this sooner? He valued his clean image more than the needs of his physical body.

"Ingrid..."

Noah and Lara both stopped. Did he just...? Sh*t!

"Ingrid? W-who's Ingrid?" the woman asked.

"I-a..." He didn't know what to say. H*ll, he didn't even know where that groan came from!

She turned to him, waiting for an answer. "Noah? Are you okay?"

"Yes," I think so.

"But you called me Ingrid. W-who is she?"

"She's my..." He cleared his throat. "She's my executive assistant."

"O-oh. Does she look like me?"

"N-no." She's prettier.

"You're f*cking her?"

"No!" He shook his head repeatedly. "God, no. It's... i-it's kind of hard to explain."

Hard to explain? He had developed a lust for Ingrid because of his dream! And now, that dream was haunting him almost everywhere. How he wanted to kick himself in the b*lls!

"I'm sorry, Lara. I didn't mean to—"

"No, please. I'm not really upset. I was just surprised and weirded out. That Ingrid girl, do you want her?"

All the pores of his body were screaming a big, fat yes. Lara seemed smart and didn't ask any further. She seemed to guess his dilemma—he had a secret crush on a woman he couldn't have the way he wanted.

"You know what? I think this would be so much fun. Let's continue this, Noah." Lara moved her hips, swaying gently. "I can be your Ingrid tonight."

Noah swallowed. He was f*cking this woman doggy style, not looking at her face. She could pretend to be Ingrid.

"You can do to me everything you want to do to Ingrid."

Yeah, why not?

D*mn his c*ck to h*ll! Was he getting even hotter and harder now? This is bad, huh? He really wanted to f*ck his executive assistant this badly!

"C'mon, Sir Noah. F*ck me!" Lara urged him, seemingly getting excited. "F*ck me sooo hard!"

Throwing all reservations in the air, Noah proceeded to ram her from behind. His thrusts were now more forceful; his m*nhood was going deeper.

"Keep going... keep going!" Lara moaned, seemingly getting more pleasure from pretending.

His fingers, which were digging into her skin, would definitely leave marks on her hips. That's what he wanted to do to Ingrid, wasn't it? He wanted to ravage her p*ssy; he wanted to mark her body with his teeth and nails.

"I'm c*ming!" Lara groaned shortly. "Oh, my God. I'm c*ming so hard!"

She screamed when she reached her peak. Noah lay on his back behind her as her body collapsed on the bed after she climaxed, still pounding her trembling body.

He grabbed a handful of hair from the back of her head, raising her face towards him. "I want to c*me on your face," he told her as he was about to c*m.

"Do it, Sir," she said.

As soon as he pulled out of her, she quickly rolled over. He removed the c*ndom and knelt beside her face. He pumped his c*ck with his hand and shot his load on her face. Lara even stuck her tongue out to taste his essence.

"I-Ingrid, aaah!" he growled as he closed his eyes, imagining that angelic face marked with his thick c*m.