Page 38 of Magic or Madness

“Ozzy, please, I need to cum,” she begs, and I pull her up by the hair.

I take her by the throat with her back against my chest and squeeze as her body begins to tremble.

“Cum on my fucking cock, Bambi. Fall apart in my arms,” I whisper in her ear, and she groans in relief.

I take my free hand and rub her clit, knowing that it drives her wild, and it’s music to my ears when she cries out, her body shaking against mine.

“Fuck, Ozzy. Oh my god,” she breathes, and I flip her onto her back.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I tease, and her eyes widen.

The bite marks from earlier stand out on her skin, and I roughly grab her breasts, pinching her nipples while she writhes beneath me, her body still trembling.

I slip back inside her, her moans thundering throughout the room in response as I stretch her again, and I hoist her legs over my shoulders, burying myself deep into her core.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Fallon. Absolutely perfect when you take all of my cock,” I groan, placing my hands on each side of her face.

“Kiss me,” she breathes, and I crash my lips into hers, tangling our tongues together.

We stay intertwined like this until she’s begging me to cum again, and this time, I force her to hold out.

“Not yet, Bambi. We’re going to finish at the same time, hold on for me,” I breathe, picking up my pace as she screams in desperation.

“I can’t wait, Ozzy. I need to –” She grips my forearms and digs her nails deep into my skin, but I part her lips with my finger, watching as she swirls her tongue around it, and that’s it, I’m a goner.

“Now, Fallon.” I grit my teeth, letting my body tense up until my release spills into her.

I watch in awe as her chest heaves while she attempts to catch her breath, and she wears my marks proudly on her body.

“You’re incredible, Fallon,” I whisper in her ear as I hold her against my chest.

We lay together, a mess of sweat, blood, and tears, but nothing has felt more perfect in my entire life.

We’ve solidified our relationship with a blood oath, and nothing can break that apart. Fallon is my other half, and we have the scars to prove it.

“Let me take care of you, Bambi?” I ask, and she nods, letting me dress her in one of my t-shirts.

“I’m starving,” she laughs, and I promise that I’ll cook her a late-night snack.

“First, you’re going to let me wash your hair, and clean you up, okay?” I lift her off the bed and carry her through the dealership, all eyes on us yet again.

“Are you two done fucking so we can get some sleep?” Oliver calls out, but Fallon flips him the middle finger.

“Do you plan on carrying her everywhere, Oz?” Journey jokes, and I can’t help but laugh.

“If that’s what she wants,” I counter, shutting the door behind us.

They’re all so damn nosey, waiting for any glimpse of us, listening in on our private moments. As much as I love them, they’re getting on my nerves.

I turn the water on hot and stand behind Fallon as she looks at herself in the mirror.

“I’m a mess,” she laughs, referring to her smeared makeup and knotted hair.

“You’re stunning, Bambi,” I whisper against her neck, running my tongue along the teeth marks indented into her skin.

I help her out of my clothes and guide her under the water, gently running my fingers through her tangled hair.

“Ozzy, I’m getting dangerously attached to you,” she whispers, tipping her head back as I lather my conditioner through her purple locks.

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