Page 41 of Promise Not To Fall

Moving my hands, I grip his ass cheeks the best I can, trying to make him drive deeper inside me. “I can’t get enough of you, Island Boy.” And I want to add, “not in a creepy, I’m going to start stalking you” way, but in a “fuck me harder and we’ll call it good” way.

With a grunt, his head falls forward, resting against my forehead. His sweaty chest slides across my own, and the moan that leaves my lips shakes the both of us. Staring down at me, I reach up and caress his pretty face. Closing his eyes, he’s breathless, mouth open, a groan releasing low in his throat. Grasping my knee, he hitches my leg up, curling it over his hips. I gasp at the angle, so full.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you fuck,” he whispers, opening his eyes. His face is serious, wanting, and seeming full of secrets, but also, exposed.

I gasp and grab, holding onto him anywhere I can, desperate to make this last.

Both of us make frantic movements, moaning and grunting, fisting sheets between fingers and gripping that damn headboard.

The sensations are too much, my fingers finding their way to his unruly mess of dark hair. “Come on, honey,” he gasps. “Give it to me. Let me see you come.”

His words, the accent dripping from his every word, it’s my undoing, and I explode, mind-numbingly. I ride out my orgasm, adrenaline rushing through my veins, rolling my hips into his movements. He plunges his wet tongue into my mouth, deepening an already erotic as fuck moment, feeling his power, his hold on me and my heart already.

Don’t fall for him, Kendall. Don’t!

With my moans against his lips, he follows, his legs tensing, his stomach muscles flexing as he pulses into me, steady, panting breaths capturing my own broken ones.

With one last thrust, a grunt forces its way from his lips, and then a groan.

When his body finally collapses on mine, his head buried in my neck, I hear wood crack from the headboard and laugh. “You broke the headboard, Jake.”

After kissing my forehead, hesitantly, his eyes meet mine, and then he shakes his head, running his palms over his face. “Screw the headboard. You broke me,” he mumbles. “You fucking broke me.”

His voice shakes my resolve, if I ever had any to begin with. I smile when he rolls over and begins kissing my neck again and grabs me, rolling onto his back so I’m on top of him. His eyes are still hooded, and I know then we’re going for more.

It’s crazy to think I’ve only known him two days when, in reality, this feels like a lifetime. Where do we go from here? My time in the Bahamas is short-lived, and I’m starting to think I’ll be leaving pieces of my heart on a tiny tropical island in the Atlantic.

I want to stop time, stop thinking, and be here forever.

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