Nora’s POV
I sink down onto his c**k with my back against his chest and the reading chair groans under both our weight.
The angle is completely different from the bookshelf. He’s deeper this way — impossibly deep — and the curve of his c**k presses against a spot inside me that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.
My knees come up toward my chest, my feet bracing on the edges of the chair’s seat, and I’m spread open.
“f**k,” I gasp, my head dropping back against his shoulder. “You’re so deep like this. I can feel you in my stomach.”
“Good,” he says against my ear, his arm wrapping around me, and his hand closing over my left breast.
He squeezes hard and rolls my n****e between his fingers and the sharp sting makes me clench around him so tight that he grunts.
“I want you to fe
