Page 8 of The Fall Out

But now she was mine.

Mine. It was what I’d wanted from the second I’d locked eyes with her. Normally, I was more hesitant with people. I liked personal space, and even with women, sharing my drink would never fly. But all I wanted was my mouth on her. To touch her. To have her touch me.

I kissed her again, wishing I could get even closer. So I slid my hands under her ass and lifted. Without missing a beat, she wrapped her legs around my hips. The heat of her core consumed me, making my already hard cock weep. Though I told myself to be gentle, to go easy on her, I couldn’t help the way my fingers bit into her as I massaged her inner thighs. With a step forward, I pressed her into the wall and deepened the kiss. Our tongues danced, and the taste of her flooded my mouth.

More. I wanted more. Of her. Of this.

I rocked into the apex of her thighs, forcing her flush with the sheetrock behind her. Her needy mewls echoed in her throat and vibrated through me as I continued exploring her mouth.Jesus.

I pulled back and rested my forehead against hers. Our ragged breath mingled, and the way her soft, sweet scent surrounded me made my cock throb.

“Bedroom?” I asked. If she didn’t want this, now was the time for her to speak up.

She smiled, and damn, I loved it. My grumpy ass wasn’t the type to believe in soul mates or love at first…kiss…but her smile whacked me hard in the chest, then settled deep, clinging to me and silently whisperingdon’t let her go.

She glanced over my shoulder and gasped. “It’s gorgeous.”

I didn’t bother to turn. Nothing could beat my current view. Full lips, pinker than before because of my teeth. Just a hint of beard burn across her cheek. The small marks were evidence of my presence, and I wanted to add more.

When she focused on me again, I slowly lifted my thumb to brush her bottom lip.

She let out another gasp, this one barely audible, when I pressed, causing her lips to part. Eyes locked on mine, she flicked her tongue along the pad of my thumb. The move sent a shot of lightning through me.

With a groan, I pushed my way into her mouth, and she sucked on the digit in response. My cock surged, and blinding need clouded my brain. Desperate for more, I rocked into her. She released me with a pop, and I dove back in to dominate her mouth with mine.

I grasped her hip and slid my fingers below the hem of her shirt, relishing the warmth of her skin. Still needing more, I moved higher, only stopping when I found the lace of her bra. I flicked a thumb back and forth over her nipple, and she arched into me. A deep moan escaped her and vibrated through me as I continued to toy with her and she thrust her hips against me.

I pulled back and took her in—heavy-lidded eyes, pink cheeks, heaving chest. “I can’t decide if I want to eat your pussy so I can lickyou through every one of your moans or if I want to feel you strangle my cock as you come.”

She leaned in and brought her lips to my ear. “God, I want that.”

The feel of her breath on my neck had me pulling her tight against my cock.

She groaned against me, her lips ghosting over my earlobe. “I want you so bad.”

I sucked in a harsh breath as heat licked up my spine. That was all I needed to hear.

“Both. I’m fucking doing both,” I panted. I gripped her ass cheek hard and shuffled toward my room.

She stumbled along with me, not letting go, through the apartment until we stepped into my bedroom and I kicked the door shut behind us.

Sitting on the edge of my mattress, I pulled her onto my lap so she straddled me and rocked my hard cock into her. Her lips found mine again, consuming me, drowning me in her kiss. She pressed into me with a desperation that rivaled mine, the heat of her soaking through the layers of material between us.

I broke the kiss, and she arched her back, pressing her perfect little tits to me. I needed to hear her whimper again, this time with her breast in my hand so I could feel the sound work its way out of her. Inching her shirt up her torso, I grazed the soft skin of her ribs and palmed her breast. Then, in a blink, I tore the shirt over her head.

I sucked in a hard breath at what I’d exposed. “Fuck me, Blondie. You look perfect in red.” The contrast of the bright lace against her pale skin had my cock pulsing. “But I can’t fucking wait any longer to see you in nothing.”

“Then I guess I should get rid of these.” She hopped off my lap and toyed with the waistband of her jeans. Then, with her lip caught between her teeth and her focus fixed on me, she slowly worked at the five buttons.

One, then two. She stopped there, showing just a hint of red lace.

My heart sped up and my hands twitched. But I was frozen to the spot, waiting with bated breath.

Three. The gap opened more.

My dick pressed hard against the zipper of my own pants, desperately trying to break free.

Four. Five. The jeans hadn’t fallen yet, but I couldn’t stop myself.

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