Page 23 of Nolan (The Doherty Mafia)
“Fuck, Amelia,” he complained. I stroked him even harder now. I saw he was on the edge of coming, right there in my hand.
So I stopped. I saw the look on his face. Surprise and anger. This time he was clearly mad at me. I didn’t know why, but laughter bubbled inside me. I let out a loud giggle and fell off him on the floor.
But I didn’t notice when he jumped up and grabbed my legs. In a flash, he had twisted me around and pinned me down.
The tables had turned. I wasn’t the one in control anymore.
Nolan grabbed my ass, squeezing it tightly as he lowered himself over me. I arched my back, pushing my ass up towards him while my face was thrust into the floor. I trembled all over for him, right until the point he slammed his cock inside me.
I knew he was big, I’d expected him to fill me to the brim, but having his cock this deep inside me again came as a shock.
I crashed down to the floor, feeling every inch of his cock in my pussy. Deep in there. I reached down to touch my swollen clit as he slammed into me repeatedly.
He held on to me by my hips, pushing his cock in and out, in and out. I rubbed my clit, accompanying his motion. I was out of breath and right on the brink of coming. Just like he was.
Nolan had the power to do anything he wanted. I gave him complete control over my body. This was what I wanted—to know what it felt like when he owned me. Possess me.
His cock was heavy inside me, sliding in and out in my cream. When I came, I rubbed my clit harder, feeling him sink deeper inside me. Nolan pushed in, groaning like a wild caged animal and then he exploded too. We moved together.
He pulled me back, wrapping his arms around my torso. I was slick against his front. His cock was in my pussy, vibrating and pulsating as he emptied his cum in me. Our flesh was covered in films of sweat as we moved against each other. His heavy breathing was right there in my ear. His voice sounded calm and deep. He wasn’t so angry anymore.
Nolan flipped me around to face him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he kissed me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, my fingers traveled up and down his arms. This time when he kissed me, it was soft and gentle. Nothing like I’d experienced before.
We took our time. I still felt his cock in me, even though he’d pulled out already. It was like my body had molded a shape around him. I wanted him inside me forever. I wanted to be in his strong muscular arms forever.
When we were done kissing, I laid my head on his chest. I heard his heart beating fast. Out of control. I closed my eyes, trying to push away the thoughts about Aldo.
This was all supposed to be an act, but it hadn’t felt like it. It felt real. Like I actually felt these things.
Twelve
Nolan
“So your family home, what is that like?” Amelia asked after we had sex.
I couldn’t stop looking at her, admiring her naked body. She still hadn’t put her clothes back on. Not that I wanted her to. But my brain felt jumbled up when she wasn’t wearing anything.
“It’s big,” I replied.
We sat together on the couch, each with a bottle of beer. Her legs dangled off the side of the couch while her head was in my lap. She looked up at me with her big green eyes.
“Big and fancy?” she asked excitedly.
“Our business has flourished over the years, so yeah, the house is big. There are lots of nice things in it. But I like the garden the most.”
“I can’t picture you walking around a manicured garden somehow,” she giggled.
“Do you want to see it?” I asked.
The question came out before I stopped myself. I’d never invited a chick back to my family home before. I’d never introduced one to my family.
Amelia sat up, facing me with her bright eyes.
“Are you for real? You actually want me to go to your family home?”
“To see the garden,” I said. It made her laugh.
“I’d love to see your garden. I don’t think I’ve actually been in a house with a real garden.”
I knew I was quickly losing control of the situation. I wasn’t even really speaking to my family. I tried to keep a distance from them. And if I landed up there with this chick nobody knew—how would it play out?
“Sure, I’ll take you some time,” I said.
Amelia leaned over, picking up her clothes off the floor.
“Why don’t we go now?”
“Now? It’s the middle of the night.”
