Page 32 of Promise Not To Fall

“Move faster.” And then like the slut I’ve turned into, I take his hand from beside me and move it to my neck and close my hand around his, squeezing. “Don’t strangle me, but I like a little pressure here, and move faster.”

I have control in all aspects of my life, but in the bedroom, I like a man to exercise his ability to boss me around. My problem is I’m very vocal about what I like.

With my demand, he stops midthrust and stares down at me like I’ve lost my mind. “What?”

“I want you to choke me a little.” My voice trails off, lower. “And if you speed your slow-ass movements up, I could come.”

With a low chuckle, he rolls his eyes and says, “You asked for it, City Girl.” And with a growl, one that emerges from deep within, shaking me to my core, he goes to work on strangling me—not too tight—and fucking me like he goddamn means it.

Jake does everything I want him to. With heavy kisses, ones that leave me shivering and shaking, he whispers, “Is this what you want, dirty girl?”

And breathlessly, I tell him, “It’s everything I need.”

Curling his hands around my shoulders, he drives my body into his thrusts, which seems harder each time, my breath expelling on contact.

“That’s it,” he growls into my neck, sucking and biting the heated skin. “You like to befucked, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I nod against his shoulder, biting down as the pleasure starts to peak. “God, yes, Jake!”

He likes his name being screamed. “Say it again. Tell me how much I own this goddamn pussy.”

“You own it.” I wrap my legs around him, forcing him into me harder and harder.

Hooking his arms around the backs of my knees, he curls my body into a ball so my knees touch my ears. Completely awkward, but so fucking good. “I did the moment you stepped in the bar.” He draws back, his lips finding mine as he brings me in for a passionate kiss. His kisses, oh God, his kisses. “Come on, City Girl.” He thrusts into me, harder, and then again, slamming me into his movements. “Tell me how bad you fucking want it.”

“I want it!”

“That’s not loud enough,” he hisses, demanding more.

“Fuck me harder, motherfucker!”

Okay, I could have left off the motherfucker part, but it makes the corners of his lips twitch into a smirk.

Groaning again, the breathless sounds he makes sends a thrill through me, pushing me further over the edge as his mouth moves over my jaw and to my neck. One hand stays curled around my shoulders, but his right hand moves and angles my hips as he drives into me, harder this time. The angle takes my breath away. “I knew the moment you walked in my bar, you’d be screaming my name.”

Yeah, he’s pretty sure of himself. He has every right to be. Now I know why.

“Why’s that?” I whisper in his ear, kissing along his neck, his pounding pulse rapid against my tongue.

“Because I wanted you to be,” he says, pulling back. Jake looks down at me, his face flushed and determined. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

And then he flips me over, like, hey, you’re pretty, but I wanna see that ass. And I’m totally okay with that because, call me crazy, but I love a good fuck from behind. He pulls out and gets me on my knees. One hand presses into the small of my back, the other on the back of my neck as he pushes my head into the pillow.

He doesn’t last long like that, and with every move he makes, he leans forward until eventually he slumps forward completely, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, bringing me closer to his chest that way. I like this.

His left hand moves from my waist to my neck again, never far from where I asked him to be.

When his fingers squeeze my neck, that’s what sends me over the edge. It’s the force of his movements, the way his other hand sneaks between us to circle my clit—shit, it’s fucking everything he’s doing. I can feel it rising, and when I finally let go, warmth spreads from my thighs to my toes. Jake knows when I come, clenching and shaking beneath him as my back arches, and his grip on my neck slips.

When he knows I’ve come, he flips me over again with just a simple movement of his wrist, like I’m some kind of toy for him, and I’m on my back with him between my legs once more. His hand moves from my neck completely and fists the pillow beside my head.

He throws himself into his own movements, chasing his need. Resting his forehead against mine, he jerks his hips forward, faster, and then his movements halt completely and he collapses into me, giving me all his weight. His hands move from beside my head to my ass, giving me one more long thrust.

He grunts in assent, groaning long and low into the curve of my neck, his body shuddering around me as his hands grip the cheeks of my ass harder as he comes. I can feel him then, the pulsing inside me as he swells.So hot!

With my hands wrapped around his back, his breathing ridiculously heavy, I don’t want to let go—hell, I don’t want this night to end. Ever. I want to stay here with him buried inside me come sunrise. I don’t let go of him either. I might not.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he moves a few more times, riding out the last of his orgasm, and then he really gives me his weight and I realize how goddamn heavy he is. Rolling to the side, he collapses against the bed, his arms flung out and his chest heaving. “Damn, City Girl.”

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