by Sybil Bartel
“Oh my God,” she panted. “You’re so deep.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” I grasped the back of her knee. “This isn’t all of me.” Slow, deliberate, pushing her leg up, I sank deep and ground against her clit as I hit her G-spot.
Her mouth making a perfect O, her nails dug into my arms. Then, sexy as hell, her tongue darted out and she licked her lips on a moan.
I smiled. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she purred. “Yes.”
“Good.” Leaning over her, I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked hard before releasing and moving to the other. Still holding her knee, I kissed her once before leaning back up and looking down at her. Nipples wet from my mouth, lips wet from my kiss, my cock buried deep in her bare pussy, fuck.
Fallon Amherst.
Under me.
“Damn,” I muttered, watching my dick sink inside her sweet cunt. “I could come just looking at you, sweetheart.” So fucking close to the edge without even working for it, I could’ve thrust a couple times and let go. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”
Her hands ran down my chest, then she grasped my waist and pulled herself up. Her head tilted, and her hair cascaded down her back. “The same thing you’re doing to me.”
Taking her face, I sank my tongue into her mouth.
Then I fucked her.
Hard, relentless, I pounded in to her. My thumb hit her clit, my mouth dominated hers, and my cock bottomed out on every damn thrust.
She detonated.
Her body jerked, her nails dug in to my flesh and her pussy went tight as fuck around me. Shaking, my name passed her lips on the sweetest of moans. “Thomas.”
That’s all it took.
I drove deep and fucking exploded inside her. Growling, gripping her face, never wanting to let her go, I came so damn hard, I shook. “Fuck, woman. Fuck.” Devouring her with a kiss, I filled the fucking condom, but it did nothing to alleviate the almost manic need inside me.
Her cunt still constricting, my cock still hard, I rode out her orgasm. But the second her body relaxed, I pulled out and yanked the condom off, tossing it in a nearby trashcan.
Picking up the second one, still holding her to my chest, I ripped open the small package with my teeth. “You ready for round two, baby?”
Her forehead against my chest, she inhaled and looked up at me. Her hair mussed, her eyes soft, she raised her eyebrows. “Now?”
I grinned. “Yeah, now, beautiful.” I rolled the new condom on, but then I grasped her waist. “Come on, sexy. I’m taking you to bed.” I picked her up.
She let out a small gasp but then her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs went around my waist. “Oh my God, you’re insatiable.”
I kissed her forehead. “You make me insatiable.”
Small and feminine, she laughed. “I think you were like this before I met you.”
“No, I wasn’t.” I could go back-to-back rounds, but I’d never come inside a woman, then stayed hard and been ready to immediately go again. Laying her down on the bed, I hovered over her and rubbed my hard cock between her slick heat. “You make me this hard, Fallon.”
Her hands tangled in my hair and her eyes turned serious. “You make me feel good.”
Jesus.
Smiling to hide my guilt, I brought my lips to hers. “I’m about to make you feel a whole lot better.” Sliding down her body, I grasped the back of her knees.
Alarm sounded in her voice. “Thomas?”
“Yeah, baby.” I kissed the inside of her thigh.
Her hands landed in my hair and she pulled.
Chuckling, I looked up. “What, beautiful?”
Half apprehension, half fierce determination clouded her expression. “I’m… shy.”
I stilled as a possibility hit that I really fucking wanted to be true. “How shy?” I asked, using her words.
Drawing her lips into her mouth, she frowned. Then she admitted the truth. “All the way shy.”
“You’ve never done this?” I asked, needing clarification.
She shook her head.
I smiled. Wide. “How much of a complete asshole would you think I was if I said this makes me happy as hell?” Jesus. Being the first man to ever taste her? Fuck, fuck.
She didn’t smile and her frown didn’t lift.
I sobered. “I’m not gonna hurt you, beautiful.” I ran my thumb over her slick folds. “I just want to make you feel good.” Holding her firm, I kissed her once. Her sweet scent mingled with her exotic perfume, and I wanted to bury myself in her pussy.
She sucked in a sharp breath and her hands tightened in my hair.
“Trust me?” I stroked her gently.
She barely nodded.
“I need words, darlin’.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I trust you.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I ran my tongue through her sweet cunt.
We both moaned.
Then I went to town. Circling her clit, rimming her, pulling her sensitive flesh between my teeth, I tasted her, I drowned in her, and I made her fucking writhe beneath me.
Pushing her legs wide open, I sucked her clit as I slid two fingers inside her.
“Thomas!”
Curling my fingers, I sucked harder.
Her hips bucked, her pussy clenched, and she screamed as her back came off the bed.
Holding her leg down, I fucking devoured her as she fell apart.
“Oh my God, oh my God. Thomas, Thomas.” Pulling my hair, she caged me in with her legs as her entire body shook with her release.
Pulling my fingers out while she was still going off, I gripped her wrists and yanked them from my hair. Shoving her back to the bed, I threw her arms over her head and held them down as I drove my hard cock into her.
“Ahhhhh!” She jerked under me as her pussy gripped at my cock.
Sinking to the hilt as her tight cunt spasmed around me, I fucking roared like a goddamn caged animal. Then something I’d never considered reared up and broadsided me. I wanted out of this condom, and I wanted my cock bare inside her. “Fallon.” Fuck. “I want my cum inside you so damn bad.”
“Oh my God,” she practically whimpered. “Thomas.”
Hitting her G-spot, I thrust hard. “Right here, baby.” Goddamn, I was here. All fucking here. “You’re gonna come again with me. You hear me?” Jesus, I wanted to bareback her.
Her body still contracting from her last release, her hands pinned under my grip, she shook her head. “No, no, I can’t.”
Thrusting deep, I smiled. “You testing me?”
She bucked under me as her pussy clenched.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” Sliding a hand under her ass, angling my hips to hit her deep where she needed it, I kissed her so she could taste herself, but then I started to fuck her in earnest.
Except it wasn’t enough.
I wanted to take her in every damn position possible. I wanted her to feel my cock so deep, she didn’t know where I ended and she began. I wanted her to remember this moment tomorrow and every damn day after.
But dominating the fuck out of her had me ready to go off again, and I wasn’t gonna let this end yet.
“Come on, sweetheart.” I pulled out.
She whimpered.
Easing off her wrists, I rolled her and grabbed her waist. “On your knees for me, baby.”
Brushing her hair to one side, she looked over her shoulder as she went to her hands and knees. Ass up, cunt wet, her gaze met mine.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” My dick in my hand, I stilled. “You look so damn beautiful right now.” Grasping her hip, I rubbed the head of my cock through her desire.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
“No, darlin’.” I squeezed her hip. “Eyes on me,” I demanded.
Inhaling, she slowly opened her eyes. Sex wrecked and languid, her gaze met mine again.
Thumbing her clit, I rimmed her cunt with my cock. “You ready to come again?”
She s
hook her head.
“Still trust me?”
She nodded.
I leaned over and dragged my tongue up her back. “You forget how to talk?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Fisting myself, I only let my head sink into her. “You like my mouth on your cunt?”
“Yes,” she said even quieter.
I increased the pressure of my thumb. “Know what you’re gonna like even more?”
“No,” she breathed, her hips starting to slowly grind.
“Coming with me.” I slapped her ass and shoved into her.
Her elbows locked and her back went straight from the invasion of my body in hers. Her tight cunt pulsed around me, and I almost fucking lost it.
I fit so damn tight in her, it was as if she were made for me. Grinding my hips, stroking short to hit her G-spot, I reached for her clit. The second my thumb hit her tight bud, she slammed back into me.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Show me how good that feels.”
Words left her as a groan crawled up her throat, and I was done holding back.
Grabbing her hip with one hand, circling her clit with my other, I started to pound into her. And damn if this graceful beauty didn’t take every second of it. Our bodies slapping, her moans escalating, my balls drawing tight, I was right fucking there, and goddamn, she was right there along with me.
Pinching her clit, I barked an order. “Now, Fallon. Come.”
Like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment, her back bowed, her mouth opened, and she let loose with a guttural groan.
She fucking went off, and I fell over the edge with her.
OH. MY FUCKING GOD.
I had no words.
My body spent, sweat covering my back, he gently eased out of me and I fell face-first into the mattress.
I heard him pull the condom off, then he landed next to me. His skin smelling like musk and heat and sex, he kissed my shoulder. Turning me on my side, he brushed my hair from my face. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
I wasn’t anything. “That was all you.” I didn’t even know sex could be like that. He didn’t just give me the best orgasm of my life, he wrecked me.
Nipping at the flesh where my neck met my shoulder, his hand dragged lazily over my hip. “Pretty sure you were there.” He chuckled softly. “I might recall you saying my name a few times.”
I loved the smile in his tone and the teasing in his voice. “I was just along for the ride.”
“Is that right?” he asked absently as he traced an invisible line across my stomach.
Still sensitive from my last orgasm, my core pulsed. “Maybe.”
His finger dipped to the valley between my legs and stomach. “Did you like that ride, beautiful?” He skimmed a featherlight touch between my legs.
Oh God. My body jerked, and I grabbed his wrist as I moaned out his name. “Thomas.”
“Right here, beautiful, but you didn’t answer my question. Did you like the ride?”
So, so much. Every rough and gentle second of it. “Yes,” I whispered, suddenly wanting him again.
As if reading my mind, he sank a thick finger inside me.
My back arched, and both hands grabbed his wrist as I rolled to my back. “Please,” I begged, already an addict for him.
Leaning over me, he brought his lips to mine, but he didn’t kiss me. “I want back inside you, Fallon.”
Oh my God. My heart, my body, they melted. “Yes, please.”
“That’s what I love to hear.” Smiling against my mouth, he leisurely stroked in and out of me. But then his hand stilled, and he pulled back just enough to look down at me. “You on the pill, sweetheart?”
My hands tightened on his wrist, and I hesitated. “Yes.” I didn’t want to think of my ex, but he’d insisted on it, and I’d never stopped taking them.
“I’m out of condoms, beautiful.” A seriousness that he seemed to keep reserved spread across his face as his finger inside me stilled. “I’m clean. I wouldn’t deceive you about that.” He kissed me once, and his voice dropped to a devastatingly seductive deep lull. “I want to make love to you right now, Fallon, but this is your call. I’ll respect your decision either way.”
His muscular body above me, his breath on my cheek, his voice filling my head with his forbidden words, I couldn’t help it. My body reacted.
I pulsed around his finger.
Unhurried, but relentlessly dominant, he stroked into me again. But this time he didn’t just stroke. He pressed his thumb to my clit and brought his mouth back to mine. “The way your body responds to me, do you know how sexy that is?”
Heat flamed my cheeks. “No.” I’d never been so wet in my life.
“So fucking sexy.” He kissed me once. “I want to come inside you bareback.” He brushed my hair from my face and looked at me like I was his world. “I’ve never wanted to do that, beautiful. I’ve never even considered it.”
My heart tripped, and my breath caught.
To feel him release inside me?
Oh my God.
I sucked in a breath, but then I threw away caution and gave the fantasy life. “How do you know you’re clean?”
With his finger still inside me, he cupped my aching core at the same time as he took my face. “I’ve never been with a woman without a condom.”
Oh, sweet mercy.
Did that matter? Did I believe him? Holding my face, holding me between my legs, he looked down at me with such gravity, I couldn’t not believe him.
And God help me, I wanted this.
I wanted to feel his seed inside me.
If this was going to be the last time I got to have him, I wanted this.
Going against everything I’d ever thought about myself, I threw away the old me. “I’m clean too.” I’d been tested not only after I separated from Leo, but all through my marriage, because I knew what kind of man he’d been. Except I didn’t want to think about that now.
Gentle, sweet, Thomas kissed me, but then he pulled back and withdrew his finger.
I immediately felt the loss of him, and a small moan of protest came out.
Fisting himself, he pushed my legs wide with his knee. His hooded eyes on mine, his expression serious, he stroked the head of his hard length through my wetness, but he didn’t enter me.
“Tell me yes,” he whispered.
His deep voice made me weep with need. “Yes.”
He pushed into me.
The invasion just as shocking as the first time, my legs came up and I gasped.
“Jesus,” he groaned, grasping both sides of my face. “Fallon.” Low, hoarse, his voice caressed my name as dominantly as he’d entered me.
Gripping his wrists, I panted through the unbelievable pleasure-pain of his invasion as he pulsed deep inside me.
“Take a breath, beautiful.” His forearms on either side of my head, he held himself perfectly above me so I could feel his weight, feel his sheer dominance, but he wasn’t crushing me. Lowering his forehead to mine, he kept me captive in his intense stare and issued an order. “Breathe deep.”
Inhaling, I felt every inch of his huge length stretching and filling me so completely, I didn’t know how I could ever be with another man again. No one would compare to this.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Again.”
When I took another breath, he pushed even deeper.
“Oh my God.” My head fell back, and my eyes closed on a moan.
“Let go of my wrists, Fallon,” he quietly ordered.
Shivering at the implication of his demand, I opened my eyes and let go of him.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “Arms above your head.”
The dominant command making my mouth water, his body inside mine leaving no room for any thoughts except of him, my core tightened around his huge, hard length.
I raised my arms above my head and crossed my wrists. Overcome with emotion, and wanting to please him as badly as I wanted to come again, I whispered hi
s name. “Thomas.”
Grabbing my wrists in one of his hands, leveraging himself up with his other, he pulled back. Then he thrust. Hard.
We both groaned.
He did it again, and veins showed on his neck. “Fuck, woman.” His eyes closed, and his body shook before he opened them again. “Do you know what you feel like?”
He looked at me with such fierceness, my eyes welled. “No,” I barely whispered.
“Like the closest I’ve ever been to heaven.” He kissed me.
And he stole everything I didn’t have to give.
Then he started to move.
His mouth taking mine, his body possessing me, he drove in and out of me in long, slow, measured thrusts, like he was savoring every second of my body, of me, of us. He was so big and he filled me so completely that with every stroke of his hard length inside me, he touched something deep that had me spiraling.
Pleasure, pain, drugging kisses—he consumed me.
Breath by breath, thrust by thrust, stroke by stroke, he took, he gave, he ruined me, he built me up, he stripped me bare. I was flying as my body was pushed down into the mattress. Air came in too-short gasps, a fire built in my womb, and muscles burned in my legs.
He kept kissing me.
And he made love to me.
The four-letter word ripped into my consciousness, and I sucked in a deep breath as I started to shake. Then a million pieces of regret for a life I’d never had shattered, and I was coming.
But I didn’t just come.
I broke.
He thrust hard one more time, then stilled deep inside me.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as a roar ripped from his lungs.
My body soared.
His shook.
He came inside me.
MY BLOOD RUSHED SOUTH, MY balls drew tight, and every damn muscle in my body tensed.
A growl crawled out of my chest and filled her mouth until my back arched and my mouth ripped apart from hers. The first pulse of my hot seed hit her cervix, and my eyes sought hers like my fucking soul was tethered to her.
I looked down at the woman I wanted to call mine and everything went to hell.
Already coming, too fucked to stop, I watched tears run down her cheeks as I shot stream after stream inside her.
My growl turned into a roar of anger, at myself, at fucking fate, as panic laced my breaths.
