Page 113 of Magic or Madness

I bite down, causing her to scream, and I can’t help the smile that cascades over my face, knowing that I’m lucky enough to treat this woman how she deserves.

“I’m going to go harder, and I know you can take it. Be my good girl, and scream for me,my beautiful girl.”I grit my teeth, ready to lose it all right now, trying to hang on until I hear those incredible sounds she makes.

Instead, I drop her legs, pulling out of her before I finish too soon, spinning her around until her face is in the sheets and her ass is up in the air.

I take my time, spanking each cheek with force, causing her to yelp, the noises that echo through the room only adding to my desperation.

She doesn’t spread her legs, instead, leaving them pressed together, and when I push into her, the grip her pussy has on my cock is almost enough to stop me dead in my tracks.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Fallon. You’re so tight like this, I can’t …” I’m cut off as she begins to rock her hips, fucking me with her palms flat on the bed.

“Tell me who makes you feel this good,” she groans, and I grab her hips, steadying her thrusts.

“You, Fallon. You. It’s all for you.Fuck,” I cry out, watching her body rock against the bed.

“Louder, baby.”

She thrusts onto me faster, harder, the sound of her ass slapping against my stomach the only noise that can be heard in this room besides our heavy breathing.

“Fallon, please!” I beg, and she chuckles, obviously satisfied with how she has me screaming for her.

“What a good boy, I’m so proud of you.” She spreads her legs, reaching down to touch herself, and the moans that leave her mouth are some of the prettiest I’ve ever heard.

“That’s it, Bambi. Rub your clit while I fuck you. I’m not stopping,” I warn, and she exhales, ready for me to take back control.

I position her perfectly, admiring the beauty in her body before taking what I need, and increasing the level of roughness that she dictated. I take her ponytail in my fist, wrapping the lilac hair around my knuckles until I have the perfect grip, tilting her head back just enough for me to place a sloppy kiss on her lips, and bite the bottom one.

“Your turn to scream, Bambi,” I growl, and she closes her eyes, giving herself to me fully.

I grip her ass hard, undoubtedly leaving marks on her body, but pounding into her relentlessly until her moans turn into screams, and the screams turn into whines, begging me to award her mercy.

“Ozzy, please!” She rasps, clawing at the bed so hard her nails are embedded into the mattress.

“I’m right there, Bambi. Cum with me,” I whisper, pressing my body against her back, and reaching my hand under her legs until I reach her clit.

“One more, for the birthday girl.” I bite down on her shoulder, causing her body to shudder under mine, the pain instantly mixing with her pleasure like a perfect cocktail.

Her body collapses on the bed with her moans filling the room, and my name rolls off her tongue flawlessly, sending me into my own release, spilling it all into her core with reckless abandon.

“Come here, Fallon,” I whisper against her back, slowly pulling out and rolling beside her.

She curls into me, her head resting on my chest, and our breathing slowly regulates until it matches, the silence ending when she’s the first one to speak.

“Take me home, please. It’s been a very, very long day,” she pleads, her eyes closed and her body perfectly relaxed under mine.

I know my Bambi, and there’s about a ten-minute window from where she is right now, until she’s out for the night. As much as I hate to disturb her peace, we have to get going, as the clock is about to strike midnight.

“Fallon, come on, let me take care of you, and get you back to the van,” I whisper, and she nods, relinquishing all control to me.

Slowly, we get dressed, and I carry her in my arms to where the entire crew is waiting for us. Everyone looks just as wiped out as we are, and ready to go home. There’s a scuffle outside the van, and when I look out the window, Lex and Journey are going at it, arguing over something when Max yells at them both to get in, or he’s leaving them behind.

“Alexander, come on. It’s not worth it,” Pepper begs, dragging him inside the van by the arm.

Lex isn’t the violent type whatsoever, and this behavior from him is extremely out of character. Whatever happened, I’m sure Journey deserved a few good punches, and I’m waiting with bated breath to hear every detail.

“What happened, Pep?” Fallon asks, with her head in my lap and her voice getting sleepier by the second.

“Nothing. Nothing, Fal. Just a misunderstanding,” she says, but Fallon can sense when something is wrong.

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