Page 20 of Don't Want to Fall
“Then keep doing it,” he insists, exploring my neck with his lips.
I reach between us, spreading my pussy lips and positioning his length against my clit. I press him to me and rock my hips. The feel of his swollen head grinding against my sensitive button is so fucking good.
“I could come like this,” I pant.
“Then come, baby,” he insists, taking a nipple into his mouth and tugging on the peak with his teeth.
I gyrate my hips to the rhythm of the delicious friction of him, nearly losing my mind at how good this feels. It should be illegal. If all the foreplay is this great with Flynn, the sex is probably going to kill me.
There are worst ways to go.
“You’re not going to torture me with questions this time?” I tease as the pleasure builds in my core. I’m so close to falling over the edge. I’m as desperate for the release as I am to make this yummy sensation last as long as possible.
“Do you want me to?”
“No, not really.”
His low, rumbly laugh sounds devilish, and it’s just enough to push me over the edge of that cliff. My hips move aggressively as I press him harder against me, desperate for that delicious pressure as I explode. It’s too much and not enough all in the same moment. I cry out so loud I’m sure Bella can hear me, miles away.
Flynn repositions himself above me, lining his cock up to my entrance.
He fills me slowly and fully, pushing inside one torturous inch at a time as the last waves of my first orgasm start to subside. He’s giving me time to adjust to his size, but dammit, Ineedhim deep, deep inside me now. I lift my hips to encourage him.
“In a hurry, Devin?” he asks, that wicked smile spread across his lips.
“Nope.” And it’s true. I have all afternoon and all evening to enjoy every single way this man is capable of pleasuring me. I stopped at the lodge earlier, looking for Erin. But she was out, according to Winnie. It was the guilt-free pass I needed to spend the rest of the trip at Flynn’s cabin.
I don’t plan to put on clothes until tomorrow morning.
Flynn pushes in another inch, then pulls out until just the tip is inside me. I dig my fingernails into his shoulder when he slowly thrusts in again, another inch. He repeats this process until he’s fully seated inside me.
I look down at our joined bodies and let out a disbelieving laugh.
“Something funny?”
“I really didn’t think you’d fit.”
“It fits just right,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips as he rotates his hips. His cock moves inside me in some circular motion I can’t quite compute. All I know is he’s hittingthatspot again. “This cock was made for your pussy, baby.”
“Okay, I’ll marry you,” I say on a laugh.
“I knew you’d come to the dark side sooner or later,” he teases, pulling out again and thrusting back in with such force my entire ass lifts from the bed. Flynn takes advantage of that opportunity to scoop both hands beneath my cheeks. “I’ve been fantasizing about grabbing this ass since I met you.”
He lifts me, as though I weigh nothing. And somehow, I go from lying on my back to sitting in his lap with that magnificent cock still inside me. I drop my knees to either side of his hips and let him guide the pace with his large, calloused hands firmly gripping my bottom.
It’s a hungry, frenzied rhythm.
It’s all I can do to hold onto Flynn as I surrender to him.
He destroys me with that cock in all the best ways. I come once after he demands I finger my clit. I come again because hiscock is hittingthatspot. I come a third time when he smacks me hard on the ass.
Then I’m on my back again, and Flynn is pummeling me like there’s no tomorrow. The headboard bangs against the wall as he lets out the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard a man make. He stills inside me, emptying himself as he collapses on top of me.
“You’remine,” he says, his tone possessive and gruff.
I never understood the concept of being claimed in all those romance novels, but I get it now. With the right man, it’s the best feeling ever.
“Are you sure?” I ask, kissing his shoulder. “Maybe we should do it again, just to be sure.”
