Page 137 of F*ckboys

"I've missed this," he murmurs. "Missed us."

My heart clenches. "Me too."

I trail my thumb along his stubbled jaw. The years between us feel like they're falling away, leaving only this charged moment stretching between us.

Slowly, giving him time to pull back, I lean in. Aksel meets me halfway, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that starts off tentative but quickly ignites into heat and hunger.

My fingers twist into his shirt, holding him close as our lips move together urgently. He walks me backwards until my shoulders hit the wall, his body pressing flush against mine.

"Fallon," he groans, breath hot against my lips. "Are you sure about this? If we go down this road again..."

"Shh." I silence him with another searing kiss. "I've never been more sure of anything."

At my words, his restraint seems to snap.

We stare at each other, suspended in this charged moment. The comic lies forgotten on the floor, its message received. Then he leans in closer.

His hand slides down my back, cupping my ass, squeezing it hard. My dress hikes up, revealing the lacy black thong I have on underneath. He spanks my ass once, making a loud smacking sound that echoes in the empty hallway. I gasp as pain and pleasure mix together. His fingers trace the edge of the fabric, tracing my pussy lips. I feel him smirk against my neck as he rubs me teasingly.

"You're so fucking wet," he whispers against my ear, his breath tickling my lobe. "I can feel your wetness through your panties. You're soaking for me."

I groan, unable to resist him anymore. "Aksel," I moan, arching into his touch.

His hands slip under my thighs as he lifts me, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. My thighs straddle him, his cock pressed tight against my center. I gasp at the sensation, feeling him pulsing against me. My hands grasp his shoulders, digging into the muscles beneath his suit jacket. His free hand grasps my breast roughly, pinching my nipple hard through my dress. He groans into my neck, kissing and sucking it.

He places me on the ground, my back still against the wall, and kisses me hard, pushing his tongue in deeper, bruising my lips with his teeth. I can taste wine on him and it makes me shiver. He grabs my hair, pulling my head back roughly, exposing my neck. He bites down gently before growling against my skin.

"You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," I pant, unable to form a coherent thought. My body is on fire for him. He wraps his other arm around my waist, pulling me even tighter against him. His erection rubs against my clit, and I buck my hips up into it.

"You're finally mine again, Fallon," he whispers, his voice dark and threatening.

I close my eyes, feeling the wall at my back and him beneath me, longing for him to be inside me. "I'm fine with that," I admit, my voice breathless. I never thought I would ever feel like this about anyone, but Aksel has a way of making me lose control.

He thrusts his hips forward, rubbing his cock against my aching center. "You will care when I'm done with you."

I whimper, my body craving him. "Do it," I beg, needing him to claim me, needing him to make me forget everything else.

He growls low, kissing his way down my neck and collarbone before looking up at me with a predatory grin. "Say it again."

"Please," I whisper, my lips trembling.

He chuckles darkly before pressing his lips to mine roughly again. His tongue invades my mouth, ravishing it as he pushes against my thong. My mind goes blank as he thrusts against me,rubbing my clit with his hard cock. All I can feel is him and the need building inside of me.

"You're so fucking hot when you beg," Aksel mutters, his hand gripping my hair tightly as he pulls my head back.

I moan into his mouth, feeling his rough hand against my scalp sending shivers down my spine. "Am I? What else do you want to hear me say?" My words come out breathy and needy.

His eyes flash with lust. "Tell me what you want."

I swallow hard, unable to believe I'm saying these words. But they're true. "I want you to fuck me raw."

He groans, throwing my head back against the wall. "Oh, princess," he says before pushing two fingers inside me, stretching me. I gasp as he continues to rub against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"Aksel," I whimper, arching into him.

He kisses my neck again, hard and possessive. "Tell me you're mine."

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