Page 63 of Catch Me When I Fall

I did what he asked, holding myself just above his lap and his hand.

He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Drop.”

I did and felt fuller than before. A groan left me as my eyelids fluttered.

“Fuck. My. Fingers.” The words were filled with heated darkness, urging me to follow any order he gave me.

I lifted up and dropped back down, as he leaned back, his eyes dropping to our laps, his hand in my shorts. “Touch your nipples, Sunshine, before I take care of them myself.”

I wanted that. “Yes,” I rasped. “God, please, yes.”

In a flash, my nipple was in his mouth, his teeth closing around it, tugging. The pain shot through my body, straight down to my core, mixing with the pleasure his fingers were giving me. His hand dropped from my hair, cupping my other breast in a harsh, selfish grip. I watched as he sucked on my breast while I fucked his hand. I whimpered at the sight. Wetness gushed from me then as I weaved my hands into his hair, gripping it and tugging. He growled and moved to the other breast as he shifted his hand. Then, I felt his thumb against my clit, rubbing it in quick circles.

I stopped riding and started rocking on his fingers, my second orgasm building quickly. I hadn’t been touched like this—devoured like this—ever.

“You feel so good,” I whimpered, holding his face to my breast as my back arched.

He released my nipple, replacing his mouth with his fingers, pulling and twisting the sensitive bud. His eyes met mine, shining with a hunger I’d never seen before. “I feel good?” he clipped harshly. “Baby, I got three fucking fingers shoved up your wet pussy, and I feel like I’m in heaven.” He gripped my jaw. “I want that heaven all over me, Sunshine. Come on my damn hand.”

I nodded, nearly there.

My bounty hunter yanked me forward, his lips against my ear. “When I left you a month ago, I couldn’t get you—your fucking beauty—out of my head,” he grunted, moving his fingers in and out of me as I held myself in the air for him, my lower half trembling. “Went home, losing my shit over you, thinking about you. I couldn’t control myself.”

I moaned, pressing my bare breasts against him now.

I felt his tongue on the shell of my ear. “Had to fist my cock for you, Sunshine. Fucking came for you, groaned your fucking name,” he harshly whispered, wet sounds coming from my pussy as he finger-fucked me harder. “Felt so fucking good, baby. I have to do it every fucking night now. I have to think of this gorgeous body on my lap every damn night and come to the thought of you just to get some sleep.”

“Yes,” I cried, grinding down as I pictured him jacking off for me, his big cock in his hands, chanting my name.

“Gonna need you to come for me again. Give your bounty hunter what he needs like the good girl you are,” he said softly, his voice trembling now.

I exploded, and before I knew what I was doing, I bit down on his shoulder to stifle my screams as my body bucked and wetness coated his hand, flooding my panties. He praised me through it, his hand on my hip, holding me against him. “There she is,” he murmured. “There’s my good girl.”

As I came down, I laid my head on his shoulder, my legs shaking as warmth spread throughout my body, and I felt his ragged breath beside my face. He gently pulled his hand from me and guided me back to sit down on his lap again. We sat there for a few moments, the silence warm and comfortable.

“What have you done to me?” The question came out as a whisper, sending reality crashing back down on us both.

I froze. Gently, I pulled away from him, and when his eyes met mine, I knew he was just as confused as I was. There was a pull between us, one so strong, it defied all logic.

My chest heaved against his as we stared at each other, our hands frozen in place. “You kissed me,” I whispered.

He tilted his head to the side, his eyes dropping to my lips. “You kissed me back,” he returned roughly.

“What is this?” I asked, trying to understand something I couldn’t.

He cupped my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Fuck if I know.”

I opened my mouth, but he cut me off.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

I blinked. “What?”

“For scaring you earlier,” he clarified.

A wave of relief washed over me, and I let out a soft breath.

“Though, I’m not sorry about kissing you,” he added, his thumb dropping to my bottom lip. “Or making you scream for me.”

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