Page 62 of Catch Me When I Fall

“Don’t go,” I rasped against him, breathless.

“Have to,” he grunted, kissing me harder.

Before I knew it, both of his hands were cupping my face, holding me in place as he drank from me. He kissed me with abandon, grunting into my mouth as he flexed his hips against me, his hard length torturing me. My hands were everywhere, sliding over his shoulders, down his chest, wrapping around and up again.

“Fucking hell,” he pushed out, pulling me from the wall.

Then, I was on his lap as he spread his knees wide, leaning back against the window. My core was pressed against him now, the sensation causing me to pull back, moaning as my hips moved on their own. His big, rough hands dropped to my hips, my thighs on either side of his lap, my knees digging into the cushions of the pillows on the window seat. I moved my hips again, rubbing against his hard length.

“Oh, God,” I rasped, my eyes closing as my nails dug into his shoulders.

“Jesus, Carrie,” he snarled, his fingers tightening on my hips, digging into the extra flesh there.

There was my name again.

It sounded like a song.

I brought my head back down, my eyes snapping open as I humped him. I was in a desperate frenzy, needing release, something I hadn’t had in…years. His hands shifted to my ass, moving me against him in a steady, hurried rhythm. “Can fucking feel you through my jeans,” he bit off.

“Yes,” I rasped, bringing my hands to his face, his scar rough beneath my fingers. His eyes flashed, but he didn’t jerk away from me. “I missed you,” I confessed on a gasp.

He shifted again, sitting up so we were chest to chest. His mouth was a centimeter from mine now, our breaths colliding as we worked my lower half against him. “Soaking me, baby,” he murmured.

I whimpered, my hands falling to his shoulders once more. I could feel it coming, and I knew it would be glorious—mind-blowing.

“You didn’t want me to stay away, did you?” he taunted, suddenly yanking my head to the side, causing me to cry out. “You missed your bounty hunter, didn’t you?” His other hand squeezed my ass, encouraging me to keep going as he pressed his lips against my neck.

My hands snapped up, my fingers weaving into his hair. “Yes,” I breathed.

“You gonna make a mess on me?” he continued, his voice vibrating against my sensitive skin.

“Yes,” I whimpered, moaning as he began to move me faster and faster, my hips keeping up with his pace.

“Yeah,” he praised, grunting. “Fuck yeah, that’s it, gorgeous. Work that cunt on me, make a fucking mess on me—all over me.”

My fingers tightened in his hair. “I-I’m gonna come,” I stammered.

What came out his mouth next set my climax off, causing me to cry out as pleasure consumed me, my pussy soaking my clothes and his. “Please,” he whispered, his hands tightening on my hips. “Please come for me, Sunshine. Give me all of it. I fucking need it.”

I clung to him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders as I cried out over and over, wishing it was his name. He growled into my skin, rubbing my pussy back and forth on his hard bulge.

“There it is. That’s what I fucking needed,” he grunted, hissing as my thighs shook around his.

“Oh, God!” I moaned; my eyes closed as I was swept up in pleasure.

“Need more,” he bit off.

I felt his hand come between us, shoving into my thin shorts and my panties. My back and neck arched as he spread me open, brushing a rough finger over my clit.

Another growl left him as my top was yanked up. My head snapped forward, our eyes meeting as he sunk his finger inside of me. His eyes dropped to my breasts, his finger still inside of me. “Perfect tits and a tight little cunt. Fucking hell, baby,” he murmured.

I moved my hips, my nails digging into his shoulders.

Those dark eyes met mine again, and he adjusted us so I was sitting on his hand. “Fuck it,” he ordered.

“W-what?” I breathed; eyes wide. He curled his finger, pressing against my walls.

His other hand gripped my hip, holding me in place as he leaned in close. “Fuck my hand, Carrie. Lift your hips,” he commanded.

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