Page 103 of Catch Me When I Fall

I needed to fill her up.

“You want to be filled?” I taunted, putting my hand on the back of her neck as I pulled my hips back, lining the swollen head of my dick against her sleek entrance.

“By you,” she rasped, her fingers digging into the sheets. “Only by you.”

Right fucking answer.

I snapped my hips, thrusting all the way inside her in one go.

Christ.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Her warmth wrapped around every single inch of me, soaking and squeezing.

Once my balls were against her pretty little clit, I let out a strangled breath as she cried out my name. My hands found her hips, gripping her softness as I pulled out, watching as I went. My cock was glistening, throbbing to be back inside her.

“Grayson,” she pleaded, gasping as her thighs shook.

Fuck, but she needed it too. A dark chuckle came from me then. “I know, baby. I know.”

“It’s—you’re so big,” she stammered, looking back to me, her blue eyes dilated, lips parted.

“And you can take it,” I returned, slamming back into her again. Her back bowed as she threw her head back, her curls bouncing. Then, I started to fuck.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I praised her roughly, setting a steady pace.

My eyes dropped to where we were connected, her ass bouncing against me with every thrust, the sound of our skin slapping together filling her cute bedroom. My hands gripped her hips, the red and white snake on either side painting a picture I’d never fucking forget. This was it. She would be my beginning, the one I’d been searching for.

She whimpered and panted, gripping the sheets as I brought her pussy back onto my length over and over again.

A wicked grin spread across my face, a drop of sweat trickling down the length of my scar. “That’s my good fucking girl, taking every inch of my cock.”

A desperate sound came from her then, and she started bouncing back against me. “Look at you, baby. So fucking needy—hungry. This little pussy was starving for me, wasn’t she?”

“Yes,” she breathed, moaning again as I let out a growl, watching her body take me.

“Wish you could see this, Sunshine. See how well your little hole is swallowing all of me,” I grunted, smacking her ass. Her fair skin instantly reddened, only motivating me more.

She buried her face into the mattress, screaming for me as my head fell back. Fuck. Fuck, her cunt felt so good. No one else could ever compare. I’d fucked women, but never like this—never bare. Carrie got me bare. She would always get me bare.

“Your fucking cunt was made for me—you were made for me,” I growled, hitting her ass again. “Been trying to wait, trying to be a good man for you, but you fucking drive me insane.”

Carrie turned her head, looking back at me now. Her eyes were filled with something that made my gut twist, something raw. “I needed you,” she confessed, her voice raspy.

My hips moved faster now, my pants sliding down further. I was still fully clothed, not having the time or patience to get undressed. I needed her too. She would never understand how much.

“Goddamn, baby,” I groaned, bending over her body. I gripped her jaw in my hand, tilting her back to me as I put my forehead against hers, our lower bodies joining together at a ruthless pace. “This is my pussy now, you hear me?”

“Yes,” she rasped, her voice shaking.

“So fucking sweet,” I growled, pulling out.

Thrust.

“So fucking wet.” Out.

Thrust.

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