Page 82 of Fear of Falling

“Because,” he tapped my swollen clit with one finger, making me jerk. “When you come, it's going to be all over my cock while it's deep inside of you.”

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JOSIE

His words almost made me come right then and there. Gently lifting my leg off his shoulder, Wyatt slowly stood, his eyes locked on mine.

There’s something so…dirty and hot about him standing there in his pants while I’m standing here in just my panties.

My eyes ran down his bare chest to the front of his jeans, which looked uncomfortably tight. I hesitantly reached my hand out, fingertips brushing against the fabric. I could feel the heat of Wyatt’s stare on me as I traced the outline of his cock.

If I wasn't so turned on and ready to come, I would have taken my time. Instead, I made quick work of undoing his pants, dipping my hand underneath to cup him through his underwear. As Wyatt grunted, I smirked, eager to elicit the same things within him that he had in me.

God, he’s so hard and thick.

My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. As I slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers, feeling him bare in my hand, I peeked up at him. His jaw was clenched, eyes drawing me in as I grazed his tip with my thumb.

There’s a certain kind of…power, seeing a man moan at your touch, and I enjoyed watching Wyatt trying to hold himself back—especially with the way I teased the head.

I dropped my gaze, but he gripped my chin and angled my head back up. His grip was firm as he peered down at me.

“Keep smirking and I’ll put that mouth to better use.” I clenched my thighs together at the thought. It just further tempted me to see how far I could push him. I squeezed my hand, and Wyatt hissed through his teeth.

“As much as I love the feel of your hand on my cock, I need to feel your pussy,” he demanded.

I like this side of Wyatt—I hadn’t expected such a dirty mouth.

Needing him just as badly, I dropped his length needing him inside of me. While he took his pants off, I took off my underwear, leaving the two of us standing there, naked.

While I felt vulnerable standing there, completely bare for him to see, but for the first time, I didn’t feel self-conscious. How could I, when Wyatt looked at me like I was something to devour.

He grabbed me by the waist, moving me backwards until my back hit the cold glass window.

“You have no idea how much self-control it’s taking to not turn you around and fuck you against this window.”

“Why don’t you?” I breathed, arching my back so that my hard nipples pressed against his chest.

“Does someone like the thought of being fucked against a window, where anyone could see her?” Wyatt dipped his head, running his lips across my ear and sending a shiver of pleasure through me. “Of being taken regardless if someone is watching or not?”

Part of me thought that I shouldn’t be turned on by idea, and yet, just thinking about it had me squirming against the window.

Because I do want that. I want him to take me. To give someone else control of my wants and needs. Someone like Wyatt, who I know deep down in my soul won’t hurt me.

“You want it, don’t you?” Wyatt pulled back and stared down at me with a smirk. My body felt like it was on fire, like I would explode if I didn’t feel Wyatt inside of me right that second. Tilting my head back, I looked into his eyes, and for the first time in my life I let myself give in.

“I want it.”

In one smooth motion, Wyatt flipped me around and pressed me against the window. The cold of the glass against my cheek and my chest made me gasp.

“Spread your legs,” Wyatt demanded in my ear. When I didn’t move fast enough, he nudged the inside of my ankles, widening my stance so that I had to grip the window ledge to hold myself up. As Wyatt placed a hand on my lower back, I arched against him until I felt my ass up in the air, everything on display.

“Beautiful.”

I was too turned on to care that I was completely exposed.

His hand trailed down my back to my ass, massaging it for a second before he drew back his hand and spanked me. I yelped and jerked forward as my ass stung from the impact. Wyatt gently rubbed the sting away before he spanked me again.

“Oh.” I moaned.

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