Page 71 of Don't Let Me Fall (Don't Let Me 1)

She complies, her greedy mouth taunting mine as she lifts her hips, searching for friction.

I got you, Sunshine.

With deft fingers, I undo the button of her jeans and slide her zipper down as she shimmies out of her pants and underwear, using my shoulders as leverage. Tearing my lips from hers, I put my head on her sternum and nuzzle her perfect tits, breathing in her scent. As she catches her breath, her chest rises and falls. Like she’s preparing herself for what’s to come. And so am I. Because I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks.

“Lay back, Ash,” I order.

“Colt,” she breathes out, watching as I slide down her body and sit on my haunches. Her knees are locked together, and her fingers are pressed to her bruised lips. Watching. Waiting to see what I do next. She looks like a wet dream. Innocent. Vulnerable. Ready to be taken. To be worshipped.

“Let me be a gentleman, Sunshine.”

Her mouth tilts up, and she rolls her eyes.

I touch her knees, gliding my hands over her silky smooth thighs before retreating to her calves. Her muscles soften, and I do it again, slipping my hands up her knees and to her hips, then sliding back down. With every pass, she relaxes, her curious stare setting me on fire as she spreads her thighs and gives me a glimpse of her perfect center.

When it comes into view, my mouth waters, and I lean in, peppering kisses along every inch of her skin—nibbling at the soft patch of flesh between her thigh and core. Sucking on her lips, I kiss the most intimate part of her. My cock aches as I lick her slit, greedy for more. With a moan, her fingers tangle into my hair, and she urges me closer.

And fuck, do I want to get closer. I want whatever she’ll give me. Because this? This is more than sex. It’s Ash. And the way I feel about her? Nothing comes close to it. I want to prove it to her.

Frustrated by the angle, I grab her thighs and toss her legs over my shoulders, lifting her ass off the chair. Then I eat at her like a starving man. And I am starving. But not for food. I’m starving for her. I have been since the moment I saw her at the stoplight in her car. And nothing could’ve prepared me for how addictive she tastes. With the tip of my tongue, I swirl her clit, and she moans, the sound loud but breathy as she twists her hips, fucking my face until her juices are dripping off my chin.

I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life, but I don’t want it to stop. I want to live like this. To die like this.

“Colt.” Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging at the roots until I’m pretty sure I’ll have a bald spot. “Shit, Colt. Keep doing that. Yes. Right there, Colt. Right. Freaking. There.”

Her head tilts back, and her muscles tense beneath my touch as she comes against my mouth with a scream.

I keep lapping at her as she comes down from her high, transforming into putty in my hands. As I get to my feet, she smiles up at me, practically drunk on her orgasm.

“Do you have any idea how good that felt?” she asks.

I chuckle and scrub my hand against my sore scalp. “I have an idea.”

She laughs and stands up, her lower half still naked, as she grabs the hem of her shirt and tugs it over her head. With her perfect breasts teasing me through her white, lacy bra, she drops the shirt and steps closer to me, pressing her front against mine. Every curve. Every inch of heated skin. Every piece of the girl I’ve been lusting after is in front of me. Mine to explore. Mine to take. Mine to savor.

I wrap my arm around her slender waist as she undoes my jeans and slips her dainty little hand into my boxers, squeezing the base of my cock, sliding to the tip, and rubbing her thumb against the head of it until it’s fucking weeping.

With a groan, I drop my forehead to Ash’s and close my eyes. “You trying to kill me, Sunshine?”

Her laugh is light and makes my chest tighten. “Simply trying to repay the favor. Tell me, Colt. How do you want me?”

Fuuuuck.

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COLT

The sound of Ash’s innocent little voice giving me free rein makes me almost come in my pants against her hand. I grab the back of her head and shove my tongue into her mouth, imagining how good it would feel against my dick while walking us both to the wall. When her back hits it with a soft thud, I grab her wrist and turn her around.

“Hands on the wall,” I growl.

She does as she’s told.

“Spread your legs.”

Again, she listens and peeks over her shoulder, arching her back and giving me a glimpse of how mouth-watering she really is.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Ash?” I mutter under my breath as I shove my jeans down, pull out my dick, and rub my hand against it a few times before remembering protection.

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