Joan's POV
Noah’s lips softly kissed my naked neck and then I felt he bit my collarbone slightly.
“It’s hurt.” I moaned.
Noah didn’t say anything but to continue what he was doing. His tough hands caressed my boobs and then went down to my thighs. Subconsciously,my legs drew close to each other. His index finger drew circles around my private part, like a waltz. God, this was itching, but I swear this was the happiest sex I ever had. Soon, there was a heat in my body and my legs couldn’t help quivering.
When I slept with Fletcher, he never gave me any foreplay but to insert his ugly cock into my pussy and started his repeated movements. Rarely could I experience the orgasms. I seemed that I was just his sex slave.
Noah’s finger drove me crazy, I bit my lip tightly and frowned a little, and I felt my skin almost burning.
"Groan as you wish." He whispered the words into my ear. Far from knowing that this was the fuse that would set my body on fire, I began to writhe and search for an outlet.
Noah didn't seem to get fired up, though. He was still doing his hand movements slowly. Gosh, I couldn’t wait anymore, so I rolled over on this body.Before he could notice, I rode on him and his manhood was wrapped by my pussy tightly.
"Oh my God..." As I muttered, Noah's body quivered a little, and I looked down at the man, excited and satisfied. His perfect figure was shown before my eyes totally. At this moment,his luxuriant hair and his masculine muscles looked sexier.
Sweats were streaming down my cheeks as I moved fast. My brain was empty because all I thought was this beautiful experience. But I didn’t notice that Noah was watching every move of mine. Noah turned me over, pressing me down, and accelerated. My back was rubbing the soft and my abdomen was rubbing his muscle. Soon, I reached the orgasm. I looked at him and saw his serious expression.
Why did he showed that expression? Didn’t I satisfied him? I began to worry. Fletcher always humiliated me that I was bad in bed. Was it because of this? As I watched Noah’s less-than-satisfied expression, my mood sank as the orgasm descended.
"You did a good job." Noah actually read my micro-expression. "It's just my turn now." Smiling, he disentangled himself from my body, then rolled over and pulled me under him again.
When he began to exert himself, I had to scramble to keep up with him. Each of his movements was very hard and seemed to tear me apart, but strangely, I did not feel like being a slave. On the contrary, this scene was only in my dream before .
"Yes Yes!” I was raving about Noah's sexual skills, and just as he was ramming me, I saw Eve! Yes, the Eve who made out with Adam in the Garden of Eden! A forbidden excitement arose in my heart.
Through all night, I didn't remember how many times we had orgasms. At last, I lost my consciousness with his stamina.
The next morning, when my phone alarm went off, I was like a ball of Plasticine without a spine, lying limp on his super comfortable bed.
Yeah, we made it from the couch to the dinner table, and finally to the bed. So I didn't get any energy in my body right now.
Wearily, I turned off the alarm clock, and Sophie's call came in.
"Hey." I answered the phone wearily. Sophie's voice sound a little uncertain. But soon, she seemed to know something. So she questioned me, “Did you do it?”
“EM HMM.” I slightly answered. Then there came in Sophie’s screaming. It was about to bomb the handset of my phone. "Sounds like you guys had been through a big game last night!"
"Well, never mind.God knows, I just want to have some sleep now." Obviously, I was rejecting the following steps that Sophie may hold. Surely, she didn't pester me with any more words.
"Well, after a long and pleasing sleep, just don't forget to meet me at the bar. I want to hear every detail of it."
I hung up the phone and heard footsteps outside the bedroom.
Honestly, I didn’t have this one night stand experience. I was getting nervous. Why not just pretend to sleep tight? It was a better choice than to have a face-to-face confrontation.
I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. The footsteps came nearer and nearer. Lastly, they stopped by the bed. Then there came a feeling of being touched by a broad hand on my cheek. I had never received such tenderness from Fletcher. Something flowered in my heart and mind.
"Sleepy cat." His deep voice sounded in my ear, and then his lips fell on my forehead.
A long moment passed. I made my eyes furtively narrow to ensure that he had disappeared in this room. Sitting up slowly, my whole body felt as if I had been beaten all night. But just as I was getting sore all around me, my eyes fell on a little dress in the corner of my bed.
“What?” I couldn't help exclaiming.
It was from Hogan, the most famous artist of designing. The dress was a latest personal style. I'd only seen it in magazines last week. Now it was on the bed beside me, covered by a clear dust bag with a post-it note which said, "To Joan Green."
I couldn't help covering my mouth. Noah. I couldn't believe he knew my full name. Since when, and since...
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by another evil idea. If he had known my full name, there was no way he didn't hear anything about what Fletcher did to me. Moreover, he must have known the girl’s name, who happened to be my cousin. Thinking about this, I looked at the dress and felt humiliated.
"What is this? A kind of charity?” I picked up the post-it note. "And a tip for his good will.” After all, I was still a slave in his mind, like in Fletcher’s.
I tore up the post-it notes and threw them on the ground. With the mess all over the place anyway.Out of good manner, I should have cleaned the floor for him, but in fact, I didn’t. Quickly dressed, I left the Upper East Side apartment I never should have set foot in.
Apparently, I had not been reconciled to the Hugo’s. Jesus, I was fooled by them. Maybe it was a kind of cooperative mission and unfortunately, I was the target.
I sent a message to Noah, letting my rage out on him.
「Thanks for your service last night, and I’ll leave.」
He answered quickly. 「How about try it again?」
I burst out a scornful smile, contempt filling in my eyes. 「Not interested.」
Nevertheless, He didn’t give up. 「I’ll give you harder.」
I didn’t want to mess around with him, so I decided to figure it out before I left this horrible family. 「Remember Karen? Karen Green.」
I was expecting his negative answer, which would do me dome comfort, making me realize he was not fooling me around, like his nephew.
「Yes, so what?」
His answer lay in my chat box, looking rather ironic. After all, I was a total idiot. If he had known my cousin so well and even remembered her name, he must have known the deeds Fletcher had done. For people like him, they shouldn’t have the mood to remember the names of a nobody.
An old saying went, people alike shared the same minds.
Without hesitation, I deleted him from my friend list.
Joan's POV It was nearly noon when I returned to my apartment, and the smell of baked breads from a cafe came to me. I could even hear the sound of my starving stomach, but I wasn't in a bit mood of having any of them. Unlocking the door, I found Fletcher was no returning home yet. Through all night, he must have been fooling around with Karen again! My anger was really hard to eliminate. I threw the keys away! Poor keys but only in this way, could I give vent to my anger! Why was I such angry? Because I still had affection on Fletcher? Of course the answer was NO.Mt feelings to him had gone away, but I hate them, Fletcher and Karen. I took Karen as my family, my friend, but what she gave me was betrayal. Damn it! What’s more, Noah’s behavior made my revenge a comedy show and I was taken an idiot! Even though I thought taking some photos as evidence of revenge,I ran away immediately with desperation. I was studying in Harvard University as a master, majoring in Human and Social Re
Joan's POV All of a sudden, the sex we had during the whole night kept punching my mind. Although I tried to calm down after receiving this goddamn message from Noah, I still failed. I couldn’t kick myself out of the situation right now. There was no doubt that we already had the fleshly intimacy, but I still had the chance to erase all this and corrected it. I just wanted to get away from the HUGOs while it seemed that Sophie would be the first one to stop me. I had a thumping headache suddenly. I couldn’t hold so much things in my mind, stirring and battling. The last message from Noah was no doubt an invisible bomb, ready to bomb me apart. I turned off the phone, and planned to wander in the street alone. Sometimes, loneliness could cure your pain from the chaos in life. I stopped by the café we used to go. Of course, I mean Fletcher and I always came here before. Why would I think about him? The answer was so much easy. Rage could resist the shame for a while. Pushing the doo
Joan's POV To be honest, I was suddenly a little excited. The awkward expression on Fletcher’s face provided me with a vengeful pleasure, and all my frustration had gone. After we went out of the cafe, Noah was still holding my hands. This was too far from what I had expected. “Stop that!” I got out his arms. “That’s enough!” “What?” Noah didn’t loose his hand and that was when Fletcher followed us out. "Get the fuck off her!" Fletcher threw a punch and Noah easily escaped from it. "Not even close." Noah said defiantly, chin raised. Quickly, he threw a punch back, right in Fletcher’s face. Fletcher was not ready for that, so he was closely fell off. Karen screamed and hurried to get him. Apparently, Fletcher was irritated. As the attack came so fast, Noah quickly grabbed me with his hand and put me behind him. I sprained my ankle, but Noah caught me right away to stop me from being hurt. This was the first time I'd ever felt protected. With his protection, I dodged Fletcher's
Joan's POV What Fletcher said really shocked me. Why did he said such a thing? Did he find something? I almost couldn’t move like I was frozen here. But then, I calmed down immediately,because with Fletcher’s ID,he wouldn’t find what we did last night. His roar might be to vent his anger out. I knew him well,and that’s no wonder his father would rather leave the business to his uncle Noah than to him. I had also tried to encourage him to be confident in work, but now I could see clearly, he was such a lame duck. I decided to fight back in person, of course, as an innocent victim. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm gonna be mad at you for fighting and going to the police! And now you say I slept with someone I don’t even know!" Anyway, just now, in the cafe, I did not have any direct communication with Noah. Even if I was taken away by him at the end, Fletcher immediately chased me out and confronted me. Therefore, I had enough reasons to describe myself as a survivor of an
Joan's POV: I didn't want to give a shit on Fletcher's current situation, because he was an absolute stranger to me. However, I didn't have a proper chance to tell him about my plan. Recently, I noticed that he seemed to have many appointments because he went out very often. Most importantly, no matter how late he went back, Karen's perfume would always wrap around him, which was hard to ignore. It was the Dior perfume named Venus of Goddess, which was the graduation gift I prepared for her, so I knew very well the smell of that perfume. How funny it was! It turned out that the girl who wore Venus was a whore who messed up with Fletcher. She didn't deserve that gift! That night, I was making a video call with my partners, who had been abroad. At this moment, I heard that Fletcher closed our gate. It seemed like he went out again. When we finished the video call, it was nearing midnight. Well, he wouldn't come back tonight...As a woman, my hunch was reliable that this man was probab
Joan’s POV: Noah's aggressive moves instantly took me back to that night, which was a "sleepless" night. To be honest, I really wanted to have a rest, even if ten minutes, but I was not allowed to...The familiar smell of his breath enveloped me. It had been a long time since us to have such a close interaction since that night. He seemed impatient and couldn't wait to convey me. But I was a little distracted now holding the phone because I was still waiting for Fletcher's response. Although I already knew he didn't have time to respond to my messages at this point because he was too busy flirting with Karen. Still, I instinctively pushed Noah away, simply because, the situation would become more complicated. I knew I was supposed to get back at Fletcher, but if I took advantage of Noah again, the situation would be out of control. I was used to weighing the pros and cons, even in this kind of situation. "Sorry, it must be a long time since I saw you last time." Noah didn't force me
Joan's POV: I didn't want to give in so quickly, but I couldn't refuse Noah. His warm breath enveloped me. His lips were on my neck as I lingered and wandered in his world. I desperately wanted to break free, but I failed. It's quite amazing that he knew how to please me...how to make me feel better...everything unfolded unknowingly. I had to admit that he was indeed the "Perpetual-man" because of his endless exploration of women. It's hard to imagine how many women he had sex with before. Suddenly, I couldn't help but ask, "How many women have you had before?" Noah didn't expect that I even still cared about these things. "It seems that I'm still not good in the sack. I need to improve it because you are even thinking about this boring thing." He smiled pulling the towel straight from under him, exposing his dick. I could tell that he did respect how I felt, otherwise, he wouldn't show his body like this. "This is my sincerity. You know, I never showed my body to those women lik
Joan’s POV I knew that I must be lascivious now...my legs trembling and my hands clutching Noah's hair tightly. His tongue sank so deep into my pussy that it churned around inside, making me feel like I was on a roller coaster. It was like staying on the verge of losing consciousness...it was too good to be true. Honestly, I had never felt better than now. The sex I experienced with Noah made me realize that what I had with Fletcher was a joke. Originally, I always thought that sex was just another expression of love as proof. But I never expect that the pleasure of sex could be so powerful. It was a strong virus that attacked both my brain and body at the same time. Noah only had sex with me once before. But to my surprise, he had mastered almost every sensitive point in my body that night. Just in a dozen minutes, with unerring accuracy, he attacked those points one by one, leading my repressed desires to be released. "Hmmm," I grunted because I didn't want Noah to think I was