Page 42 of Falling for You

As she walks around the counter I know now is my chance, a chance I won’t fucking miss.

With purposeful strides, I walk over to her. She looks up when she hears me and smiles as she asks, “He go down okay?” but I don’t answer; instead, I crowd into her space, cup the back of her neck, and slam my lips down on her, making her gasp.

I use the opportunity to shove my tongue into her mouth, and within seconds, her body melts, and she moans. I swallow the sounds and wrap my arm around her waist. She wraps her arms around my neck, giving me back what I’m giving her, and everything inside me calms.

My cock throbs uncomfortably in my jeans as she rubs her body up against mine. It’s now that I know how much she wants me; she has let all of her guards down, and I’m taking advantage.

Without thinking too much, I slowly move my right hand from her head to between our bodies and into her sweats, waiting for her to decline if she wants to, but she doesn’t. Instead, she opens her legs for me as I deepen the kiss.

Fuck yes!

I moan as my fingers make contact with her clit, the slickness surrounding it full of her arousal, making me want to bend her over the counter and fuck her hard while she squeezes my cock. I ignore that need and circle her clit in five hard circles then dip two fingers into her tight heat, her walls sucking me in.

Penelope moans and grinds against my fingers, I pick up the pace, rubbing my fingers hard and deep, all while ensuring my palm rubs against her clit as I bite her bottom lip.

Pen gasps against my lips, and I rasp against her plump, swollen lips, “Come for me, Firecracker, give me what I want; give me that sweet nectar,” Her breathing picks up as her walls begin to flutter around my digits, her juices soaking my hand.

“Taylor,” she cries out and moans loudly, I quickly slam my mouth back against hers, swallowing her sounds so she doesn’t wake our son up as her walls squeeze my fingers one again.

Fuck how I wish it was my cock.

My tongue tangles with hers as her orgasm erupts, flooding her panties and my fingers. I rub her walls harder and faster, making her scream into my mouth and I moan, enjoying having her this close, having her cunt squeeze my fingers.

As soon as her orgasm ebbs away, I slow my fingers to gentle rubs, then remove my fingers from her heat. Our eyes connect as I break the kiss and bring my hand between us, her orgasm all over my hand. Without breaking eye contact, I suck my fingers clean of her sweet, salty essence, making my cock throb with pain.

Penelope’s eyes widen in shock, but the lust in them shines bright as day as she licks her bottom lip.

Fuck me, my cock is going to hate me.

I lean forward and kiss her hard; she kisses me back with just as much passion but groans when I pull back, and I smirk then whisper, “As soon as you give in, you get all of me.” At that, her eyes narrow.

I peck her lips again, then state, “Why don’t you put the rice on, and I’ll go check on Hudson before I take a real fucking cold shower?”

Rearranging my hard-on, I turn and walk away from the girl of my dreams, knowing I need to.

No sex until she gives in, or at least that is my plan, though, after that display and the pleasure on her face, it’s going to be fucking hard to keep jacking off with her a few feet away.

The sooner she gives in to us, the fucking better.

Chapter 17

Penelope

“Okay, and you are free to go,” I say to Sarah, the little four-year-old who came in this morning with a gash on her forehead.

The poor little babe fell off her jungle gym at home, and her mother was a wreck when they came in, blood all over her white top, making it look a lot worse than it was.

“Are you sure she hasn’t done any permanent damage?” her mother asks with fear, and I give her a reassuring smile.

“I promise. The tests all came back clear. She’s had five stitches, and they all dissolve. Don’t get them wet within the next twenty-four hours, and after, it should be okay. Just don’t soak them. If you have any concerns, come back in or call the number on the pamphlet I gave you,” I answer her, and she nods, her body relaxing a little.

I give her and her daughter a smile, then turn and leave the room, trying to ignore the pain in my breasts.

I need to pump.

I notice Doctor James across the ward and sigh, knowing he will give me another case. I look down at my top, hoping the breast pads will stop any leakage.

Apparently, I need to play catch up.

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