Page 35 of The Fall

Spitfire.

“What’s the problem? Do the girls you casually screw hold it against you?”

“I didn’t casually screw you. I made love to you for hours, and you want to treat it like nothing happened between us. You clearly weren’t ready,” I said, convinced.

She avoided my sincerity again with another dismissive statement. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you hated it so much. It didn’t seem like it to me.”

“I didn’t hate it, and you know it,” I said quickly.

She walked over and brushed my lips with hers. “Prove it.” She gripped me, finding me already hard, then let go.

I scanned her from head to toe and back up again. My mind whirled with endless scenarios and an ache I now had solely for her.

I gripped her T-shirt, jerking her inside my room. We stood face to face in front of the door, neither of us talking as my breathing picked up. I captured her lips with my teeth, biting harshly, before I tasted her, getting my fill. Her lips were completely responsive to mine as she took back with a greedy tongue before I pulled away.

“This isn’t a game, Dallas,” I mumbled, holding her lip between my teeth before I let it go.

“Seems like fun to me,” she said in a whisper, her eyes beckoning me. She was avoiding our connection purposefully and was refusing to let me in. She had turned the tables, and I didn’t know how to handle it.

“Okay, Dallas, you want to do the fuck between friends thing? I’ll treat you like every other girl. Which means this,” I said, leaning over as I lifted her skirt up and ran my fingers along the top of her panties, “is mine, and you will do exactly what I tell you to for as long as I tell you to, got it?” She nodded yes, her eyes filling with heat.

I turned her away from me, pressing her forehead against the door. I heard her moan as I licked the nape of her neck, and my fingers found her ready and willing. After fumbling with a condom, I was buried inside her, thrusting hard.

“This is what you want, Dally?” I questioned, pounding into her as her nails clawed the door, grappling for something to hold on to.

“God, yes, Dean. Don’t stop!”

“This is all you want from me!” I lashed out, angry at how incredible she felt.

“Please…please don’t stop,” she begged.

“So, you like being fucked?” I bit out, slamming into her harder, deeper as I pistoned my hips.

“I like you fucking me, Dean. Don’t…stop!”

I made it a slow, torturous punishment as I repeatedly stopped her from letting go every time she was on the brink.

“Let me come, Dean.”

“No!”

“Let me come!”

“NO!”

She bent over further, making my reach deeper, meeting my thrust. I cursed as she tightened around me, coming hard and screaming my name. A heartbeat later, my orgasm spilled into her as I grabbed her. We slumped onto the ground, gasping for air. We both lay there half-dressed, thoroughly fucked, and panting. We didn’t speak as we caught our breath, our eyes locked. I sat up after a few moments, shaking my head as I mumbled, “I never wanted to just fuck you, Dallas.”

“Let it go, Dean. I’m not the girl you think I am,” she fired back.

“You’re exactly who I think you are…You’re the girl who cleaned my house when I had an out-of-control party and passed out and was too sick to clean it for myself.”

“That’s what friends are for.”

“You’re the girl who literally talked my best friend off a ledge when he caught his girl cheating.”

“Nolan was one of my best friends, too, Dean.”

“You’re the girl who picked me up every single day for school when I broke my leg on the senior trip.”

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