When She Falls (The Fallen, #3)(75)

When I start moving, his eyes become burning embers. He watches me move closer, my hands and knees pressing into the low-pile rug.

My cheek bumps against his leg. I drag it against his thigh until I reach his groin. His cock is an inch away from my mouth, hard and veiny, a drop of pre-cum sliding down his shaft.

I wrap my hand around the base and slowly lick above it. I do that a few times before I look up to see if I’m on the right track. A nervous energy swirls inside my gut. I know what to do in theory, but I’m low on practice.

Ras’s taking shallow breaths, his eyes glued to me. He drags his thumb along my jaw and pulls on my bottom lip. “Cazzo. You look so fucking good kneeling between my legs.”

I let his low, rumbly voice wash over me. His praise scratches an itch I didn’t realize I had inside me.

Suddenly, I’m determined. I’m going to do this well. I’m going to crush this.

His thumb leaves my lip. “Now, put it in your mouth and suck.”

I’m ready. I take his thick cock all the way in until the head hits the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicks in. I choke, eyes watering, but I breathe through it until the unpleasant sensation disappears.

Then I do it again.

He groans and curses in Italian. A hand lands on my shoulder and gives me an appreciative squeeze.

It’s not good enough. I want to hear the words.

The next time I take him all the way in, I add a swirl of my tongue and suck in my cheeks.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “Peaches, you’re taking it so well.”

There’s a burst of satisfaction in my chest followed by a pang between my legs. It shocks me. He just made me come minutes earlier, but when I squeeze my thighs together, I can feel my pussy’s getting even more wet.

I think I’m finally getting the hang of it when he pulls my mouth off his cock, his fist in my hair. A wave of disappointment crashes through me. What did I do wrong?

But when I look up, he doesn’t seem unimpressed. Not at all. He’s panting, trying to catch his breath, his eyes flicking to my lips even as it seems he wants to keep them fixed on the wall behind me.

“Why did you stop me?” I demand.

He lifts me off the floor by the waist and makes me stand between his legs. “Because I was about to come in your mouth, and I’m saving that for when I’m deep inside your tight little cunt.”

The lust in his eyes mirrors my own. Rough hands drag over my aching breasts before he drops them to cup my ass. “Straddle my thigh and show me just how badly you want me to fuck you,” he says harshly. He moves me again, putting one of my legs on the other side of his own, and then pushing me down.

I gasp when my swollen pussy makes contact with the fabric of his slacks. Everything is still so sensitive, and even the soft wool feels like too much. But when I move to rise, Ras won’t let me. He places one palm firmly on my thigh, grips my chin, and forces me to meet his eyes.

“Have you changed your mind?”

“No.”

“You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Too bad. All you’re getting for now is this. So rub that sloppy cunt on me. Show me how you get yourself off.”

A gush of liquid trickles out of me, right onto his leg. My cheeks turn hot. “I’m going to make a mess.”

He takes my wrists and clasps them with one hand behind my back. My back arches, displaying my breasts to him.

He darts out his tongue and licks a circle around one nipple. “Yeah, you are. I want to be drowning in your juices, Peaches. When I think you’ve made a big enough mess, then I’ll fuck you.”

He sucks the other nipple into his mouth and scrapes his teeth over it.

I gasp at the sensation. My hips start moving on their own, my wet pussy rubbing back and forth against his leg.

His grip on my wrists doesn’t let up. “That’s it. Good fucking girl. Keep going.”

His praise sends me soaring. My hair falls into my face. I don’t know who I am. I’m not Gemma. I’m a wanton, greedy thing, ready to do anything this man tells me to.

I chase my high, feeling it just out of reach. My breasts bounce as I hump his thigh, and drops of sweat slide down my spine. My legs ache from the effort, but I still keep going.

Ras’s gaze never leaves me. “God, I wish there was a mirror here so that you could see yourself,” he says. “So fucking desperate for it. Let that wet cunt leak all over me.”

My pussy clenches. God, I’m so close.

“You’re fucking perfect, Peaches. You’re doing such a good job.”

A wave of heat cascades over me. “Am I?” I pant, needing more of his praise.

“Of course, you are. Look at you, working so hard. You’re making a mess, baby. It’s seeping through the fabric. I can’t wait to put my cock inside that pussy. You’re going to take it so well, aren’t you?”

“Oh God,” I moan, nearly at the point of no return.

And then it stops. Ras lifts me off him, depriving me of that exquisite pleasure.

It’s agony. I let out a sob. “What are you—”

He presses a kiss to my lips and grabs my nape. “Look,” he growls, forcing me to look down.

There’s a big, wet, milky puddle on his thigh.

I should be embarrassed. Instead, all I can think about is how badly I want that thick cock inside of me.