Chapter 91 Daddy's home

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After the explosive sex session on the couch, Sophie and Noah found themselves craving more intimacy. They made their way to the bathroom, hands roaming and mouths seeking. Sophie turned on the shower, the steam quickly filling the room. "I need you," she breathed, pulling Noah under the hot spray with her. "I can't get enough of you." Noah groaned as Sophie's slick body pressed against his, her hands roaming over his chest and abs. "Fuck, you're so sexy," he murmured, ducking his head to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. Sophie arched into him with a gasp, her fingers tangling in his hair. He lavished attention on her breasts, sucking and licking until they were red and puffy, before trailing kisses down her stomach. Sophie trembled with anticipation as he knelt before her, spreading her legs. "You're so beautiful," Noah whispered, pressing a reverent kiss to her dripping folds. Sophie shuddered, biting her lip as she watched him through heavy-lidded eyes. His tongue delved between her slick lips, stroking over her sensitive clit. Sophie cried out, her hands fisting in his wet hair as he devoured her. "Oh fuck, Noah! Yes, just like that!" Noah continued his sensual assault, licking and sucking until Sophie was writhing against his face, her thighs quaking. "I'm going to cum," she panted desperately. "Don't stop, baby! I'm gonna fucking cum in your mouth!" With a few more flicks of his tongue, Sophie obeyed, her release washing over her in waves. "You are turning into something else," she said with a teasing smile. He rose to his feet, his cock rock hard and aching. Sophie pushed him back against the tile wall, dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth without preamble. Noah gasped at the sudden heat, his head thunking back against the wall. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he grunted, hips rocking slightly as she bobbed up and down his shaft. Sophie hummed around him, sending delicious vibrations through his body. She took him deep, her nose brushing against his pubic bone with each pass. She pulled his cock out and looked at him. "Talk to me like your slut or I'm going to edge you till your balls turn blue!" She wasn't kidding either. She went poking his dick in her mouth again. Noah tangled a hand in her wet hair, guiding her as she sucked him off. "You like choking on my cock, don't you?" he growled. "You love having your throat fucked." Sophie could only moan in response, tears springing to her eyes as he forced himself deeper. But it only seemed to spur her on, her hand coming up to pump what she couldn't fit in her mouth. Noah could feel his release building quickly, his balls drawing up tight. "I'm going to cum," he warned her, giving her the chance to pull off. But Sophie just took him even deeper, determined to swallow every drop. ~~~ The next morning, neither of them had anywhere to be. The academy was still on break, so Noah and Sophie spent the day holed up in her apartment, indulging in the kind of lazy, domestic bliss they rarely got to enjoy. By late evening, they'd settled into a perfect rhythm—watching Finding Nemo and playing a game of their own invention. The rules were simple: every time a fish appeared on screen, someone had to lose an article of clothing. Noah smirked as yet another brightly colored fish darted across the holo-screen. "That's three in a row. You sure you're not rigging this?" Sophie arched an eyebrow as she peeled off her sock, tossing it at his face. "You're just bitter because I still have more layers than you." "Not for long," he muttered, reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants. But before they could truly begin— The door swished open. A man in full military attire stepped inside, his presence commanding, his gaze cold and assessing. Sophie shot up from the couch. "Daddy!" she squealed, rushing toward him. Noah, meanwhile, froze. Because Defense Minister Reign—one of the highest-ranking officials in the entire planetary defense force—was staring straight at him with the kind of expression that made lesser men rethink their life choices. For a brief, terrifying moment, Noah considered diving behind the couch. Instead, he forced himself to sit up straighter, adjusting the blanket still loosely draped around his shoulders. This was fine. He could handle this. Reign's piercing gaze flicked over the scene—his daughter standing before him in an oversized T-shirt that definitely wasn't hers, Noah looking very much like a man caught in enemy territory. The holo-screen still played Finding Nemo in the background, oblivious to the tension thickening in the air. "So," the minister said, his voice dangerously even. "Would someone like to explain why my daughter's apartment smells like alcohol, and why there's a half-dressed man in her living room?" Sophie winced. "Dad, I can explain—" Noah, still very much under interrogation, made a quick mental calculation. Any response could be a potential death sentence, but silence wasn't an option either.

Chapter 91 Daddy's home

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