CHAPTER FIVE
KATIE
Noah angles me on the side of the bed until I’m bent over, and my p***y desperately aches for his touch. As soon as he tears off my panties, I widen my legs and arch my back.
“So fuckin’ ready for me,” he hisses when he kneels between my thighs and slides his tongue over my slit. “God, I’ve missed tasting you.”
My knees nearly buckle at how good he feels.
“I missed you too. Even had to bring out Channing a few times,” I admit.
“‘Scuse me?” He smacks my a*s. “This p***y is mine now.”
“Don’t be jealous. I thought of you the whole time,” I tease.
Noah squeezes my cheeks before separating them and diving in. He sucks and licks, then flicks my clit—driving me wild until I can hardly breathe. I’ve never been touched or worshipped like this before, and I focus on every
