Chapter 40

Shea~

I might be making the biggest mistake of my life, but I'd meant every word of what I'd said. I wanted to be happy, and since there was no way out of this marriage, I could either continue to fight it, making things worse with each passing day, or else I could give Noah the chance to prove himself to me. If he failed, then it'd be enough for me to never fall in love with him, finally being able to turn away from him completely. If he succeeded, then the horrible beginning to our marriage could easily fade into a distant memory.

So, I chose happiness.

I reached for Noah's slacks as I lowered to my knees, and his low groan was enough to make my thighs clench. As I worked Noah's cock free, I felt one of his hands sink into my hair, and my chest ached with how he was making sure not to touch the side of my head with the stitches.

"Fuck, I've been waiting to see you like this forever," he rasped, his fingers tangling in my hair. "I've been fucking dreaming of this, baby."

Simply because Noah was a man, I knew that he wasn't lying. No matter what a man said, it was undeniable that a woman on her knees was the ultimate aphrodisiac for him. Men fought wars over women, so it stood to reason that having that kind of power kneeling at your feet, letting you use her, would make any man lose his mind over that kind of control.

Wrapping my right hand around the base of his cock, I wasted no more time in giving Noah what he wanted. I leaned forward, then took the head of his shaft into my mouth, my lips sucking him in, my jaw dropping as widely as it could to accommodate his size.

"Fuck, Shea," he grunted above me, his hips moving to feed me more of his cock. "Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby."

Even though I knew that there was no way that I was going to be able to take every inch of him, that didn't stop me from trying. Letting go of my safety net, I placed my hands on Noah's thighs, then dropped my head back, so that he could thrust his cock down my throat. While he might believe that I was doing this as a show of good faith, the truth was that I enjoyed this part of sex, too. As far as I was concerned, for the sex to be good, then both partners had to enjoy the experience, and with the way that Noah was fucking my face, he was definitely enjoying this.

Noah's fist pulled at my hair, and I knew that it was taking everything that he had in him not to grab the other side of my head. "Fuck, yeah," he groaned. "Suck that cock, baby. Let me hear those choking sounds."

Since Noah kept hitting the back of my throat with enough force to bruise it, he was definitely getting the choking sounds that he wanted. I was struggling to breathe as Noah's thrusts sped up, the head of his dick expanding inside my mouth. I knew the signs, and it wasn't going to be long before he erupted down my throat or on my face, reminding me that I was going to have to finally learn what really turned my husband on.

However, before I could ask any questions, Noah was growling down at me like a man at the end of his rope. "I'm cumming on you, Shea," he announced. "I'll let you swallow me another time, but this time, our first time, I'm going to paint you with my cum."

I moaned around his shaft as my pussy clenched with the possessive need in his voice, and I was ready to give him anything that he wanted at this point. So, pulling back from him, I quickly reached down to grab the hem of my shirt, whipping it over my head as quickly as I could. If Noah wanted to cum on me, then we were going to do it the right way.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned before grabbing the back of my head, then forcing it down on his cock again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

With my hands back on his thighs, I let Noah use my mouth until he finally pulled back, grabbed the base of his dick, then jerked himself off until whips of hot cum landed on my cheek, my lips, my neck, and my chest. His deep roar sounded like sex ringing in my ears, and I couldn't believe how turned on I was by the mess that he was making on me. I'd never had a man cum on me like this before, and it wasn't the debasing that some women viewed it as. It was a sexy kind of possessiveness that had me wanting to do it again.

"Fucking Christ, you look good wearing my cum, wife," he said, and his reference to my title had a sliver of pleasure shooting down my spine. "And I hope you like being dressed in it, because I'm going to fuck you with it all over you like this."

I moaned.

I couldn't help it.

Noah's dirty talk was swoon-worthy, and even if he started calling me nasty names, I'd still be onboard with it. Noah fucked like he lived his life, both unapologetically. It was also good to finally not feel guilty for enjoying the way that my husband made me feel when we were like this together.

When I looked up at Noah, he was staring down at me like he wanted to tear me apart, but in a good way. So, I didn't say anything as he reached down, grabbed my shoulders, then pulled me up to my feet. My breath deepened as his right hand cupped my face, his thumb spreading his seed all over my lips, and it was the most sensual thing that I'd ever experienced.

"You're getting my name tattooed on you, wife," he said, sending another shiver down my spine.

"Where?" I asked breathlessly, not even putting up a fight after seeing the masterpiece in the middle of his back.

"On the back of your neck," he answered.

I wore my hair up a lot at work, so he was choosing a place that would scream to the world that I belonged to him. "On the back of my neck," I echoed.

He smirked down at me. "Not for the reason that you think," he went on. "While it does make a statement that you belong to me, it'll also keep you safe when I'm not around just like my name engraved in your wedding rings did. That's how I found you, Shea. The Kotovs called me."

Before I could say anything to that, Noah was reaching down, and the tearing sound of fabric thundered through the room, my panties now a useless mess on the floor. My arms automatically wrapped around Noah's neck as he lifted me by my thighs, my legs positioned perfectly around his hips.

I let out a low moan as my back hit the wall, and I liked how Noah wasn't bothered by the mess all over me. He wasn't being careful of it, nor was he trying to avoid it. By the time that we were done, he was going to be just as messy as I was, and that was sexy in my eyes.

"Beg for it, Shea," he demanded. "Beg for your husband's cock."

"Noah, please…" I whimpered, giving in.

"Tell me what your name is, baby," he said, making my heart skip a beat. "Finally fucking say it."

"Shea Murphy," I panted, the head of his hard dick teasing my entrance.

"That's right, lass," he bit out as he began to impale me on his length. "You're Shea Murphy."

"Noah…" I moaned as I felt him stretch me open, the head of his cock touching everywhere inside me. "Oh, God…"

"Fuck, baby," he groaned before putting his face in my neck. "I need you wrapped around me like this every fucking day."

"Harder," I demanded. "Noah, please…harder…"

"Your arm, baby," he said, making me realize that he'd been right about my anger making me blind to everything that he'd been trying to show me. Even now, with his cock buried deep inside of me, he was still trying to make sure that I was okay.

"My arm is fine," I lied. "I…I don't care about my arm, Noah."

"Christ, Shea," he grunted, but was doing what I'd asked.

"Yes…" I cried out as my arms and legs wrapped around him tighter. "God…yes…"

Noah's fingers tightened around my thighs as he said, "Take that cock, baby. Take every fucking inch in that tight cunt of yours…the cunt that belongs to me."

My back hit the wall with each thrust into my body, and it was crazy how pain during sex didn't feel like pain at all. The harder that Noah fucked me, the more turned on I became. I wanted some power over this man, and the more that he lost control, the more I felt like I wasn't alone in this mess. It made me feel like I had a say, even if I really didn't.

"Cum for me, baby," Noah growled into my neck. "Cum on my cock and say my name when you do it."

"Don't stop…" I panted. "Just don't stop…"

I wasn't sure how long Noah pounded me into the wall, but as my pleasure kept rising, as every beat of my heart thundered in my chest, and with every filthy word that Noah spewed in my ear, it was only a matter of minutes before I was cumming for him like he'd ordered.

"Noah…" I cried out, my pussy holding him hostage as tremors shook my body.

"Fuck, yeah," he grunted, his thrust becoming deeper and harder. "That's it, baby."

"Actually, this is everything," I whimpered, making him release a roar of his own.