by Delilah Hunt
His hands tightened on her thighs as she worked herself on him, rolling her hips and riding his cock hard. Her mouth opened and a look of utter bliss crossed her features. Cole groaned inside his head when she leaned forward, meshing her lips to his for a penetrating kiss.
Tearing her mouth from his, Noelle ground herself in a slow rhythm back and forth on him. Cole tried so hard to keep silent, but the moment he felt her hips flex and raised he knew what she had in mind. A harsh groan bubbled in his throat. Cole reached up and drew a perfect thick distended nipple between his lips. Whimpering, Noelle arched her back and impaled herself on him over and over again.
“Cole,” she panted, burying her face in the crook of his neck. “Help me.” Her cunt contracted around him, trying desperately to stretch and receive his full length and girth. Cole grabbed her hips and lifted her from him, slowly bringing her back down until she picked up a sensual pace. Her cute little tits bounced, slapping gently against her chest.
“I’m taking all of you,” she murmured against his lips, her features glowing with excitement. “Oh Cole, it feels so good. Please tell me you love it as much as I do. Tell me I’m making you feel good.”
She couldn’t be serious. If he didn’t know any better he would have thought in those few minutes he had died and gone to Heaven in the form of a pretty brown skinned girl riding hard on his prick.
I love it, Noelle. Wish I could keep you like this and you’d never have to go home, he thought.
She lifted her hips and came completely off his cock, only to lean her head back, biting her adorable bottom lip as she sank all the way down to his balls. Cole groaned in silence and widened his eyes. God in heaven, his girl could take all of him.
Eyes closes in wild abandon, Noelle bounced on top of him, her wet cunt squeezing him like a vise.
Noelle looked so natural. He could see the two of them together well into old age, each and every day fucking her until they were both sated and unable to walk. He gazed at her. She looked more stunning than ever. Her forehead was matted with sheen of sweat and tiny strands of dark hair clung to the side her lovely face. Her breasts bobbing up and down spelled his undoing. Cole held her firm and flipped her onto her back, her pussy still on his length.
He was going to fuck Noelle the way he’d wanted for months. Like he should have done that day by the river, when all he wanted was to know how it felt to be inside her and have her tell him it was okay to release his cum inside her alluring body. She hadn’t and God help him, he was going to make up for it, right now.
He eased out of her and drew her legs up to the sides. Cole stared between her thighs. Her labia was puffy and swollen. Her cunt… Cole groaned inside his head, his cock growing impossibly hard at the sight. It was damp and gaping open from taking all of him. She was exquisite. He felt so proud of her, just like when she’d tried to suckle his entire shaft. He looked down at his beautiful girl.
“It feels empty.” Noelle gazed at him through lowered eyelids and stroked between her folds. Sliding a finger inside, she keened, “See how much I want you?”
She moved to add another finger but Cole grabbed her hand and shoved it away from her pussy.
She felt empty. He could definitely remedy that situation.
He grasped the base of his shaft, surprised that he had lasted for so long after being inside such a tight little pussy that could barely take him. But take him she did, sweeter than in his wildest dreams
“Fuck me, Cole.”
He didn’t need a second invitation. Cole thrust his cock into her, pausing when her warm heat enveloped the enflamed head. He stared at her meaningful, hoping she would remember the last time they did this. He flexed his hips. Her eyes widened. Not missing a beat, Cole plunged his entire length within her.
He was fucking Noelle. Beautiful, sexy, Noelle Williams was in his ugly bedroom, with his cock all the way inside her enticing cunt. And she was loving it. Crying out his name with every thrust. His name never sounded so good.
Clasping her arms to the sides, trapping her movement. Cole went wild inside her, fucking her with every ounce of his strength, his cock slamming against her cervix.
Her body trembled, but Cole showed no mercy. Come on, beauty take some more. Show me, Noelle. Show me how much you care for me.
Her body went bowstring taut. A tiny cry left her throat as she thrashed her head to the side, deep in throes. “Don’t stop. I need you to come inside me, Cole, make me feel like I’m needed.”
He groaned. She couldn’t believe that was all he needed her for. He wanted to be close to her, breathe her in. Let Noelle know without words how much he wanted and cared about her. But her sensuous cries were driving him into a frenzy, making it hard to see beyond fucking her. He grabbed her legs and in one brutal thrust, he spilled inside her. Cole felt the cum roll up his shaft and rip through him. Hot and thick.
He wedged his face between her shoulder and neck, a bead of sweat touching his lips and her earthy fragrance filling his nostrils. There wasn’t even a fucking word for what he felt for Noelle. One thing was for sure. He had to do a lot better so Noelle would be pleased to have him by her side.
Chapter Eleven
Noelle closed the door behind her, the smile she had carried on her face for hours, dying on her lips. The happiest she’d felt in years and she was unable to share it with anyone apart from the man she was falling head over heels in love with.
Instead of the admirable man she saw each and every time she looked at him, her family was bound to take notice of his rugged build, his lack of speech and lack of wealth. She released a sigh. Perhaps it didn’t matter in the long run. She’d already made up her mind to tell them about her relationship with Cole. If they wanted to miss out and judge him right off the bat then it was their loss and if they wished to go ahead and formally dismiss her from the family, then heartbreaking as it was, she would accept it.
There wasn’t anything to be done about her feelings for him. They were there. Delicate, yet indestructible threads woven into her heart and no one was going to take that away from her.
She entered the living room on the other side of the foyer. Her mother, seated on the sofa, looked up from a stack paperwork, a pair of reading glasses low on her nose. Noelle prepared herself for the sorrow that dwelled inside her mother’s eyes every time she looked at her. Teresa Williams had aged so much in the past couple of years. Noelle felt the familiar pang of guilt. She was the cause of it.
“I thought you said you didn’t feel well,” she asked, nodding toward the papers.
“I’m fine,” her mother answered, closing the folder. “This is nothing I can’t handle, although I understand why you’d assume so.”
Noelle frowned. Was the woman going to misinterpret her words? “I take it you don’t want my help?” She lifted her brows, a part of her hoping her service would be needed and the other praying for a refusal of help so she could hurry up and begin her apartment hunt online.
“That’s not what I meant, Noni.” Her faint southern accent from a childhood in Tennessee could be heard.
Noelle froze, realizing what her mother said. It was ages since her mother called her by the nickname she hated with a passion and missed hearing so much.
She felt like a little girl who wanted to sit beside her mother. Keeping her feet in place, Noelle remained beside the side table. She had to stay detached. A moment passed before she opened her mouth to ask about the paperwork again, but all that came out was, “I didn’t think you remembered that name.”
Stupid. Should have kept my mouth shut. Now her mother was going to know she’d had it on her mind.
Her mother pinched the bridge of her nose and smiled as if the memory pleased her as well. “I remember a lot of things. More than you realize.”
Noelle instantly regretted engaging the woman in conversation. She knew where it was headed. When was the last time she had a reminder from one of them about her misgivings? Oh wait, that was two months ago.
She felt a finger in her hair brushing it back. “You used to hate it when you had to sit down and get your hair plaited. I remember that.” She laughed and continued to stroke her hair.
Noelle smiled at the memory, recalling how annoyed she would get at the bigger plaits. It was such a silly memory yet the fact that her mom pointed it out meant so much. Teresa Williams still thought of her as a daughter. Maybe when all was revealed she would still have a parent.
Her mother smiled and pinched her chin in a loving gesture. “If anyone here needs to feel ashamed about anything, it’s me. Not you, baby.” Noelle looked away, she hadn’t expected an emotional talk.
“Your father and I haven’t made it easy for you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed or appreciated all the hard work you’ve been doing. I’m sorry I haven’t said anything to you, but I’m proud of the way you’ve changed and I can only hope it stays like that for you.”
Noelle shrugged. “It’s just my job.” In the beginning her father had called it busy work to keep her on her toes and her mind on the right track. Except, no matter how hard she worked, it didn’t make a difference, only served to have everyone on the outside think she was a cherished daughter. What Cole thought until the day he’d heard her father speak to her.
“You’re not an employee living here,” her mother assured. “You’re our daughter. That’s a big difference.”
Noelle wasn’t buying it, at least not from her father’s angle. She stood and straightened her shirt. The little talk was affecting her. It could only signal danger to allow her hopes to rise after so many years that she would stop being the proverbial black sheep. Worst part was, even if the change was about to come, her future declaration of love for Cole was going to make everything return the way it was.
“I’m going upstairs. Let me know if you need anything.” It was just easier to remind herself of her place.
Her mother chuckled and reopened the folder in her lap. “Go to sleep. I’m not going to call you down for anything.” Noelle made her way up the stairs when her mother lifted her head from the stack of papers. “Oh, I almost forgot, your father was worried. Said he tried to call you a couple of times and got no answer.” She rolled her eyes and smiled. “You know how he gets. He should be in his office.”
Yeah, the same way every father who’s checking up on his twenty-five year old daughter gets.
She hadn’t forgiven or gotten over the humiliating way he had spoken to her in front of Cole. In light of how Cole described his own family it made the hurt deepen. Noelle stepped into her room. Whatever her father had to say would have to wait until she was good and ready.
Starting tonight, she was on her way to finding a place of her own and a new job, one that didn’t require the sacrifice of her dignity. Thankfully, despite being a lower level employee and with a salary to match it, she was grateful she hadn’t been required to pay rent over the years, allowing her to save up a good portion of money. However, even the amount she had in the bank was nowhere close to being able to afford the type of luxurious living everyone in Copper Mesa expected of her. She only hoped it didn’t make her seem less desirable in Cole’s eyes now that there wasn’t anything special to make her stand out. Just a normal, average black female with a past that did nothing to further the image so many people in their elite Denver society had of minorities. That was probably the only good thing to come out of her troubles, not having to be around the fakeness of it all.
Clicking the screen of her laptop, Noelle bookmarked yet another site for apartments. The door creaked open. She spun around in her seat, lips drawn together. In all the years since they had moved into the house, one of the few things her father had allowed was her privacy. So why would he all of a sudden decide it was okay to enter her room without knocking?
“Did I forget to pay your cell phone bill?” he asked from the doorway.
Noelle clicked out of the website and closed the laptop. “No. I believe I’m in charge of making sure everything is paid. Everything was paid this month, by the way.”
“Don’t get smart with me, Noelle.” He strode into the room and glared at her laptop. “You don’t have to hide from me. Apartment searching now, are we?”
She pursed her lips. He didn’t seem surprised. “It’s time for me to move out. It was bound to happen sooner or later. I don’t look forward to hitting thirty and still living at home.”
“Are you moving into your own place or were you planning on taking up residence over at the ranch?”
Noelle ground her teeth. “Is Mr. Somerset renting rooms now? I thought the ranch was doing quite well.”
Her father shoved his hands into his pockets and shot her a dark look. “I’m not going to let you embarrass your mother and I again, Noelle. I won’t. We moved out here to get away from your mess, allow you to have a fresh start without a stigma attached to your name and now you’re ready to start that foolishness all over again.”
“Start what foolishness? Please tell me what exactly is it that you think I’m doing except for everything I’ve been told for the last seven years.”
Her strode into the room. “That boy. The one who can’t talk. What’s his name, Clay? I’m not stupid and Randy Somerset sees more than you know on his ranch and talks more than he should.”
Her heart slammed inside her chest. It never occurred to her that anyone noticed her entering Cole’s room in the late hours in the evening. Most nights he wasn’t finished with duties until after nine, sometimes ten. She’d wait for him inside his room, lying in bed, anticipating the moment he would come through the doorway. It wasn’t every night that they made love. Some nights Cole would admit he was too exhausted after an eighteen-hour day and they’d just lay there in silence holding each other or she would give him a massage before they fell asleep together. At first she tried not to stay too long to rouse her parents suspicions, but after a while she had stopped caring, leaving only when Cole woke up hours before the crack of dawn to begin the day all over again. The house was so large she never thought anyone would notice her late hours.
Now her father was going to stand there as if he knew anything and everything about them. What was it, had even called him Clay. Noelle bristled.
“His name isn’t Clay, it’s Cole,” she bit out. And I don’t appreciate you calling him a boy. Cole could probably bench press him with one hand.
“His name is unimportant. There are too many similarities for me not to be concerned. I thought you were out of this stage, attempting to punish your mother and I for only trying to do right by you and your sister. You’re a grown woman, Noelle, and you’re intent on ruining your life. Take your sister for example. We’ve never had to worry about her. Aleah is no dummy. Her husband is a respectable attorney, why can’t you—?”
Noelle shook her head and held up a hand. She knew where this was headed and damn sure was about to nip it in the bud. “Respectable?” She placed a hand on her hip. “Is that code word for black, daddy?”
“Now wait a minute. I have nothing against this man because he’s white. Don’t start putting words in my mouth.”
“What else am I supposed to think? Why isn’t Cole respectable? He works hard, harder than anyone else I know.” Including you.
Her father nodded. “I don’t disbelieve that, but like I stated I don’t have a grudge against this young man. It’s my family I’m concerned about. The family that had to live through everyone in Denver knowing our teenage daughter was hospitalized for almost overdosing on heroin and running around with anyone you thought would upset your mother and I.”
Noelle flinched. The way he described her made her seem unfit for human company, undeserving of someone as sweet and gentle as Cole, although he made it seem as if she was the one who needed protection from the love of her life.
“I’m not that person anymore. I thought you might have picked up on that sometime during the years.”
“I know you’ve become a dedicated worker. I’m proud of you for turning thi
ngs around Noelle, but when I see that you’re about to backtrack instead of moving forward, there’s no way I can keep my mouth shut. Especially not when it affects all of us.”
Noelle narrowed her brows. “So you think Cole is going lead me down the wrong path or am I going to be the one doing the leading?”
“It means I don’t want you to issue him an invitation into the house and it also means I want to see you do some serious thinking on your future. You can’t keep running around with these young men who can barely help themselves.”
Noelle pushed back her chair. “Do you dole out this advice to all of your employees? You’ve made it clear I’m just an employee living here. I don’t think you have a say in anything I do.”
Her father sighed and went to the door. “You’re still the same self indulgent young woman you’ve always been. You’ve never wanted to realize how lucky you are, never appreciated how much your mom and I sacrificed to give you a better life than the one we had growing up.” He pinned her with a stare. “Well, this is it. No one is going to pick up after your mess this time and you won’t be able to claim the title of employee in this company or family. You hear me?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Noelle watched the door close behind him. Sighing, she thought, one step forward, two steps back. Her father was more than likely on his way downstairs to repeat everything to her mother, marking the end of the timid reconciliation between the two women.
Noelle sank onto the mattress. Her father thought this was the same as her previous relationships, but it wasn’t. Nothing about this was the same except for the fact Cole was hired help and poor. She hadn’t imagined the gentle way he treated her or the tender affection he displayed for her alone. Unlike the men in her past, Cole wanted the best for her and for the first time in years she was going to be selfish and forsake everyone who disagreed with her relationship with Cole.