Page 42 of Follow Me Down

I slide my hand between her legs, pushing softly as I test her response to me. Her features tense and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth in the sexiest fucking way.

It’s not long before I’m shoving the material aside to feel her bare against my hand.

She’s warm and wet, just like I knew she would be. And when I slide two fingers inside of her, I can’t stop the groan that slides past my lips.

She feels even better than I imagined.

And my touch seems to awaken something inside her. Something wild and untamed.

“I want you,” she pants against my lips as she moves to work open the button and zipper of my jeans, freeing my bulge from the stiff material.

I should stop this. I should tell her that I’ll only disappoint her. That I’ll never be the kind of man she needs. But I’m a selfish bastard and right now my mind is on one thing and one thing only.

I’ll worry about everything else tomorrow.

Any thought of worry is further solidified when Fallon’s soft fingers slide under the band of my boxers and graze the tip of my dick.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I tell her, my voice heavy with desire.

This seems to be the reaction she was hoping for, because seconds later her hand wraps around my thick erection and begins to move slowly up and down, priming me.

I’m a fumbling mess, practically brought to my knees by some innocent little eighteen-year-old girl who has probably never slept with amanbefore. She’s about to learn really fast that there is a striking difference between someone who knows what he wants and some little boy pretending to know what he’s doing.

And while I want to spend hours devouring every inch of her sweet, little body, right now I need to satisfy this hunger that’s paralyzing me like a vice grip.

Reluctantly pulling my hand away from her center, I reach behind Fallon and open the bottom drawer of the tabletop toolbox sitting to our right, retrieving a condom.

Either she doesn’t care why I have condoms out here or she’s too focused on touching me to think about it at the moment. Regardless, I’m glad she doesn’t question it because right now the last thing I want to do is stop.

Lifting the wrapper to my mouth, I tear it open with my teeth and then, with her help, roll it down over my erection.

My heart is beating through my chest. I’m breathing so hard I sound like I’m running a fucking marathon, and if my dick gets any harder the damn thing might actually explode.

Tugging Fallon forward, I shove her panties to the side before lining myself at her entrance. I’m so desperate to be inside of her that I don’t ease my way in as I normally would. Instead, I enter her on one hard thrust.

She cries out, tightening her fingers in my hair.

This only spurs me on further and the last of my control slips.

I’m not gentle. I don’t go slow. There is no making love. Hell, we’re not even having sex. This is fucking. Pure, carnal fucking. And no matter how much I wish I could make it last, it’s not long before I feel myself starting to give.

It’s been too long and she feels too damn good.

“Fallon,” I pant, latching onto her shoulder to hold her in place while I continue my unrelenting punishment on her body.

“I’m going to come.” The words have no more than slid past her lips on a whispered breath before I feel her explode around me.

Her cries of pleasure echo through the workshop and send my teetering orgasm straight to the surface. I bury my head in her neck as the most intense pleasure builds in my groin.

Seconds later, I spill my release into the condom, pretty certain that the high I feel in this moment is something I may never come down from.

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