When She Falls (The Fallen, #3)(90)

Cazzo.

The scrap of black fabric leaves little to imagination. It’s not a thong, but it’s barely more than that.

I bite down on my tongue. Fuck, my handprint would look good on that ass. My hands twitch with the urge to prowl over and fondle her smooth, curvy flesh. I’d shuck those panties off, spread her open, and eat her ass and cunt until she turns to jelly beneath me. Then I’d sink my cock into her warm, swollen pussy over and over until she was squirming and begging for another release.

I shudder, acutely aware that I’m already hard inside my jeans.

She turns me on like no one ever has.

She must sense my presence, because after a minute she stirs, flips over, and gives me a few sleepy blinks. My gaze drops to her perky tits. She stretches her arms over her head with this confused expression, like she’s completely oblivious of the effect she’s having on me.

“Hey. What are you doing over there?”

“Imagining all the ways I’m going to fuck you once your side is feeling better.” No matter how badly I want to be inside of her, I’m not going to risk hurting her while she’s injured. There’s a purple bruise the size of my fist on her ribs.

Her eyes slide down my body. When she notices the bulge inside my jeans, she blushes and bites down on her lip.

My hungry gaze soaks her in. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“Come here,” she says softly.

I move across the room, unable to resist her. When I sit down on the bed beside her, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and presses a kiss against my neck.

“It doesn’t hurt that bad,” she murmurs. Her hard nipples brush against my back and send more blood rushing to my groin. “I want you.”

A groan rumbles inside my chest. “I want you too. So bad, you have no idea. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

She takes my earlobe between her teeth and tugs it lightly.

Fuck, it feels so good.

“You won’t. We can take it slow.” Her hand slips inside the front of my pants, and she sucks in a breath. “You’re rock hard.”

The sensation of her fingers wrapped around my cock makes my thoughts scramble. I turn my head to press my lips to her throat, desperate to taste any part of her. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” She climbs onto my lap, giving me access to all that smooth, supple flesh. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Fuck, baby.” I fill my palms with her ass and pull her closer so that her pussy presses down against my cock. “You know I’m not going to say no to that.”

I flip us over, carefully placing her on her back, and hook my fingers around the straps of her underwear. The fabric slides down her creamy thighs, leaving goosebumps behind.

She sucks in a breath when I spread her knees apart to take a look at my favorite view.

Her wet, pink pussy is as perfect as the rest of her.

I slide my hands down her inner thighs, which makes her shiver in the most satisfying way, and then I drag my thumbs over the outer edges of her cunt.

She lets out a helpless little moan.

I press my face into her pussy and slide my tongue into the place where she’s wettest. She clutches my hair. “Oh God.”

She’s so damn sweet. I could live off this. Feeling her shudder and moan from how I’m eating her out is a privilege. A profound pleasure. But I want to taste all of her, so I grab her ass, raise it off the bed, and go lower.

She startles. “Ras.”

When she tries to pull away, I tighten my hold on her hips, and glance up. She’s breathing hard, her cheeks redder than normal. “What are you…”

“Living out the fantasy that’s been playing in my head on repeat while I was watching you sleep.”

“You want to…” She swallows.

“Do I want to eat your tight little ass?” I grin. “Yeah. One day, I’ll enjoy fucking it too.”

Her gaze turns hazy with arousal. “I knew it. I knew you’d be like this in bed.”

“Like what?”

“Wild. Ravenous. Overwhelming in the best way possible.”

“Don’t get overwhelmed too quickly, Peaches.” I bring my lips back to her pussy. “We’ve got all night.”

Gemma’s shyness appears to be momentary, because it doesn’t take her long to start grinding against me while my tongue takes turns between fucking her two holes. I can feel her orgasm building from the way she starts to tense up, her back arching against the bed. She gasps when I take a hard suck of her clit and comes apart, my name on her lips.

I shuck off my jeans and take out a condom, admiring my handiwork. Gemma’s chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths, her full breasts on display. I roll the condom on and drape myself over her once again, my mouth latching onto one hard nipple before moving to the next.

“Are you going to take it like a good girl?”

She licks her lips. Nods. Gasps as I push inside her.

Her eyes squeeze shut. “God, you make me feel so full.”

I let my forehead fall against the crook of her neck, rendered mute by the sensation of being inside of her.

This is not normal.

This is not how sex is supposed to feel.

It’s supposed to feel good. It’s not supposed to feel like entering fucking heaven.