Page 14 of They Will Fall

Not giving up, I try again. But when the next sound ringing in my ear is the constant drumming of fingers against the bottom of a flipped-over bucket,I lose it.

My hands fall to my sides and I spin around. “Are you trying to be annoying?”

“Oh. I’m sorry. Is that bothering you?”

“Don't be an ass,” I snap, returning to the task at hand.

The drumming stops and I immediately feel his presence behind me. “Is this what I think it is?” Maddox asks, his breath hot against my neck.

“What are you talking about?” My words are still laced with disdain as I try to keep up this tough-girl persona.

He steps closer, his hands tracing the curves of my body through the multiple layers of clothing I’ve got on. Goosebumps spill down my back, responding to his touch. "This," he says softly. "You and me." In a swift motion, he spins me around with an intensity that makes me dizzy. His lips curl into a mischievous smile as his wandering eyes find my mouth. “Are we having our first argument?” Not willing to back down just yet, I fight to avoid eye contact and find myself watching the way his lips move as he speaks. “I think it’s time we kiss and make up.”

“Is that what you think?” I say, dropping the crowbar to the floor. It hits with a loud clunk before settling beside my foot.

“I’m sorry, babe. I don’t wanna fight with you.”

“Then don’t,” I tell him before my mouth crushes his. I press my body against him, melting into his embrace. His hands glide up my shirt, across my back, and settle on my hips.

My inner thighs pulsate, the feeling riding upward until I feel my desire for him soaking my panties.

Maddox’s fingers teeter on the hem of my joggers, while his other hand still rests firmly on my hip.

“I need you,” I hum into his mouth. While this might not be the optimal time to fool around, I don’t foresee us doing much else anytime soon. Might as well take advantage.

In a swift motion, he shoves his hand down my pants and my insides shiver with excitement. “Like this?” he grumbles into my mouth.

“More.”

Two fingers drag between my lips, stopping on my sensitive nub. “How about this?” He rubs vicious circles around my clit and a raspy moan climbs up my throat.

I lean into him, resting my face in the crease of his neck. I draw in a deep breath and inhale his woodsy scent. Everything about this—about him—has me so turned on right now.

“Getting there,” I tell him. “But I need more.”

It’s not a want—it’s a need. A manic energy pulsing through my veins. If I don't climax soon, I fear I will explode from the force of my own desperation.

When his fingers prod at my entrance, I instinctively separate my legs, granting him access. The back of his hand grates against my thigh as he pushes two fingers inside me.

Maddox grabs one of my legs and lifts it to his side, holding it in place as he walks me backward, still fingering me. I’m impressed with his ability to multitask, but even more impressed by the way his fingers work their magic inside me.My back hits the cement wall with a thud, my spine crushing against it.

He growls an anguished sound, heady and full of longing. “I need you just as bad as you need me, baby.”

“Fuck me.” My words come out as a strained plea mixed with a moan that rattles my chest. “Please.”

“Not yet,” he responds as his fingers delve deeper inside me.

My head rolls back against the wall and my eyes close. Warm lips make their way to my neck and his tongue lingers in all the right places.

He adds a third finger, spreading me wide, but it’s still not enough. “Deeper,” I beg.

A yelp is thrust out of me when he pushes his hand up, knuckle deep, practically punching my vagina. Again, and again, and again.

Cries of pleasure echo in the small space as my body rides up and down the wall with each plunge of his fingers.

My eyes open to find his lustful ones staring back at me. Mouth agape, it's apparent he's just as desperate for my climax as I am.

Sinking deep inside me, he works in circles, every few seconds hitting my G-spot, and each time, I wail in ecstasy.

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