Page 22 of Don't Make Me Fall
One thing has become abundantly clear today: I’ll never be able to get enough of Alanna Grey. Not in this lifetime, or any of the others we’ll find each other in.
“Is this your official interview?”
She lifts her shoulders once, eyelashes fluttering over those amber eyes. “What if it is?”
In a frenzy of need, we’re in each other’s arms. I kiss her as though I might never see her again, sweat be damned. Idevourher mouth, my tongue brutal about its conquest.
Alanna starts to giggle as her hand slips on my bare chest for the third time. “You’re so sweaty. Seriously, who chops would in the fall without their shirt? It’s hardly fifty degrees today.”
“You’re crushing this interview,” I tease.
“Do you really want to talk about that right now?” she asks, biting her bottom lip as she flickers that heated gaze to meet mine. “Or do you want to take me inside and finally fuck me like I’ve been begging you to do?”
I scoop her into my arms, relishing in the sound of her laughter as I carry her through the back door. She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing my skin despite the sweat.
Once inside, I tug her clothes off, and she rids me of mine. They litter the floor from the kitchen down the hall toward my bedroom.
When she fists my cock, I push her up against the hallway wall and lift her leg to my hip.
“I could take you right here, sweetheart. Fuck you nice and hard.” I kiss her hard on the mouth. “Would you like that?”
She nods eagerly.
“Say it.”
“Fuck me nice and hard against this wall, Hudson.”
My intention to take us both to the shower is shot to hell when she drags the head of my cock to her clit, using it to pleasure herself. Soaking my swollen head in her juices. With my hand propped against the wall she’s leaning against, I drop my attention to the friction between us, watching her play.
“Make yourself come with my cock,” I demand. “Keep rubbing it against your clit. Just like that, sweetheart.”
I hold her leg tighter against my hip, enraptured in the vigorous way she shimmies my cock against her slick folds. That sexy whimper escapes her throat, and I damn near come on the spot. Though I know she’d look sexy as hell with my cum drizzled all over her naked body, I fight the impulse. Determined that when I do drain my cock, it’ll be inside her wet pussy.
“Don’t stop until you come,” I order, knowing she’s close by the increasing volume of those whimpers.
Seconds later, she cries out. Her body convulses, and desperate tofeelher orgasm in the most intimate way, I plunge into her channel all at once, holding myself inside her as she rides the wave of pleasure she created while using me as her personal play thing. She cries out again, her fingernails digging into my biceps as I bottom out inside her.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel sogood.”
“You do too,” she pants.
I slowly start to move, pumping in and out of her sensitive pussy with leisure.
“This might be a good time to mention I’m on birth control.”
“I’m clean,” I tell her.
“Me too.”
“So there’s just one more thing to clear up,” I say.
“What’s that?” Her words are breathy, as though she’s running a marathon.
“Do you want me to come in this tight pussy and claim you for my own?”
“Claim me?” she lets out a laugh.
“Too primal?”
