Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Twenty minutes was a lie.

Ava barely got fifteen before Noah’s hand slid back between her legs. She was still on her side, back against his chest, thighs sticky and trembling. The lightest brush of his fingers over her swollen folds pulled a soft, oversensitive whimper out of her throat.

“Noah—”

“I know.” His voice was low and rough against the back of her neck. “You’re still shaking. That’s why we’re not stopping.”

He rolled her onto her back with easy strength. The sheets were already a mess — damp with sweat and everything he had left inside her. He pushed her knees apart and settled between them again. Even the cool air against her overstimulated pussy made her hips twitch. When he dragged the head of his cock through her folds, coating himself in the thick mix of their earlier releases, a broken little moan spilled out of her before she could stop it.

“Listen to that,” he muttered. “Still so fucking loud for me.”

He pushed in slowly.

The stretch felt bigger this time, her body still raw and puffy from everything that had come before. Ava’s back arched hard. A long, shaky cry left her lips as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Her walls fluttered weakly around him, oversensitive and already trying to push him out even as they clenched to keep him there.

“Ah— God— it’s too—”

“I know it is.” He stayed deep, grinding against her, letting her feel every thick pulse. “Breathe. You’re going to take it anyway.”

He started moving.

The first few strokes were slow, almost careful, but the angle was merciless. Every drag of his cock rubbed over places that were already swollen and aching. Soft, continuous moans poured out of her — high and broken, rising every time he bottomed out. Her hands gripped his forearms hard enough to leave marks. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes from the sheer intensity.

Noah watched her face the whole time, eyes dark.

“That’s it. Let me hear how much it hurts in the best way.”

He picked up the pace.

The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room again — louder, filthier, mixed with the sharp slap of skin and Ava’s escalating cries. Every thrust punched a new moan out of her. When he reached down and started rubbing her clit with his thumb, the sound she made was almost a scream.

“Noah— fuck— I can’t—”

“Yes you can.” His voice was strained now, breathing harder. “You’re going to come on my cock again. Loud. Then you’re going to keep coming until I decide you’ve had enough.”

The first orgasm of this round hit her like a wave she couldn’t fight. She came with a raw, high cry that cracked in the middle, body locking up, pussy clamping down around him in hard, rhythmic pulses. Noah groaned low in his chest at the way she squeezed him, but he didn’t slow. He fucked her straight through the peak and into the oversensitive aftermath, keeping the pressure on her clit while she sobbed and shook underneath him.

“Too much— please— it’s too much—”

“I know, baby. Take it.”

He kept going.

The second orgasm built faster, dragged out of a body that had already given too much. Ava’s moans turned continuous and desperate, almost punched out of her with every deep thrust. Drool slipped from the corner of her mouth onto the pillow. Her thighs trembled so hard he had to hold them open. When the climax finally broke she screamed — a long, broken sound that turned into sobbing gasps as her walls fluttered weakly around his cock.

Noah still didn’t stop.

He leaned down, mouth against her ear, still driving into her with steady, relentless strokes.

“One more. Give me one more and I’ll fill you up again.”

Ava could only make a soft, wrecked sound that might have been agreement. She was past coherent words. Every nerve between her legs felt raw and electric. The lightest touch of his thumb on her clit sent fresh sparks of too-much sensation racing up her spine. Soft, continuous whimpers left her with every breath.

He rubbed her in tight, merciless circles and thrust deep.

The third orgasm tore through her with almost no build-up. She came with a shattered cry, body convulsing, tears slipping freely down her temples. Her pussy clenched around him in weak, overstimulated waves. Noah followed almost immediately — burying himself to the hilt with a low, guttural groan and pulsing thick and hot inside her. She felt every spurt, the way it filled her until it started leaking out around his cock with every tiny movement.

This time when he pulled out she couldn’t even close her legs. She lay there limp and trembling, a thick trickle of cum sliding down the curve of her ass onto the sheets. Soft, oversensitive little sounds kept leaving her throat every time an aftershock hit.

Noah stretched out beside her and pulled her into his chest. One heavy arm draped over her waist. His hand rested between her legs again — not rubbing, just holding, feeling the mess he had made of her.

For a long time the room was quiet except for their uneven breathing and the occasional soft whimper that still slipped out of her.

Eventually he spoke against her hair, voice low and rough.

“You’re doing so well.” A quiet pause. His fingers drifted lightly through the slick folds, just enough to make her hips twitch. “But we’re not done. I want you to remember this weekend every time you sit down next week.”

Ava made a weak, broken sound against his chest.

Noah kissed the top of her head, then the side of her neck, slow and open-mouthed.

“Rest for a few minutes,” he murmured. “Then I want you on your hands and knees. I’m going to take you from behind until you can’t hold yourself up anymore. And I want every single moan.”

Outside, the house remained dark and empty.

Inside the locked bedroom, the night stretched on — and her stepbrother had no intention of letting either of them sleep for a long time yet.

Ava closed her eyes, still shaking, still full of him, and felt the next round already gathering in the way his fingers continued to stroke her with unbearable gentleness.

She was going to be loud again.

She already knew it.